It has come to my attention that you are now left without a leader, you have grown weak, a shadow of what you once were. And in this blight that is your incompetence, I declare that it is my right to usurp and take care of that which you cannot control anymore, the Commonwealth, and the Freeport 10. Right is for he who wills it after all, and your will is a long extinguished spark. Do not prolong your decay.
But you may want to know my name. Well, my name is Johann Rudolf Meiwes and I am a zoner. A person who has fled the cancer of the Sirian societies in order to build an Elite in this realm and you are my... obstacle. You have a thing I want: Freeport 10. Your sway barely fleets a leaf so why not hand it to someone more competent?
Also those who value themselves as Superior. Those who find themselves as wolves walking amidst trembling sheep, are free to join me. The rest... you are already purposeless seamen of a sheltered elite.
Feed: <Unstable; Interference>
Sound: OK
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"And now I seem to get dumped a message from a nobody. Isn't that a particular occasion in my daily life...
Bad humour aside, regarding your 'statement'. Or.. should I say, demand? Unfortunately I don't swing either way."
"What you're asking for, is quite frankly, impossible for me to deal with. And unfortunately, it might be a bit harder for you to even get a hold of it, ever. If you really wanted it to be handed over, you should of contacted someone else.
But since I'm feeling a bit sincere, perhaps. I felt like listening to you, not to mention responding even."
"Oh.. and before I leave you to wonder as to what you just listened to, I'll tell you something so that you don't have to refer to me as some sort of "unknown" person."
"Lillian, that's all that your benevolent being needs to know about me.
Now... entertain me, will you? Haha."
A faint whisper echoes itself through the otherwise dead audio message. "The Raven lives on."