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Trying to locate source: Error, source scrambled.
Relaying Message.
To: Bretonia as a whole.
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You tortured me for 800 years. I hate you with a passion that cannot be measured. I loathe you with a force that cannot be stopped. I despise you with a hate of such ferocity it cannot be ignored.
I have not forgotten all those years, though they have been long, and were a long time ago. I cannot die. You torture me with life like I torture you with death. I will have my revenge.
Exactly 600 years ago to the day I killed your queen. You called me the Vampire, as I drank your life from your necks, I drained your blood from your veins, and it fuelled me. I have killed many to get to this moment, but now, now I have a power to rival your battleships of such strength and honor. Now I can take my revenge upon your petty nation of torturers and murderers.
I am not a murderer. I am the orchestrator of massacres. I kill thousands. I kill men, I kill women, I kill children. I am everything you hate.
So it's lovely and ironic that you made me this way.
You have only yourself to blame. I will work my way into your house like a worm in fruit, burrowing deep and eating you out from the inside. You will have me, and the Immortal.Hunter, to fight while the Kusarians push deeper into your forces.
Farewell Bretonia, your time is limited. I promise your deaths will be painful and slow.
Comm Id : Fleet Admiral Nelles
Target : Immortal Hunter
You were tortured by no one. You are the victim of an unfortunate accident and are now an abomination which must be destroyed.
We will not permit you to harm the Bretonian people any more. You and your depraved ship and crew will be obliterated the moment you enter Bretonian territory.
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Comm ID: Bretonia Police Authority
Origin: The Hub, New London
Subject: Humor
You, sir, are a maniac.
Simply put, fancy metaphors are no excuse for mindless threats and ill conduct. Nice of you to think of us, though. Things like this don't happen very often. I would do yourself a favor, however, and stay out of Bretonian space, as you'll be leaving it in one material fashion or another no matter what you try and do. Let the Kusari deal with you, I say, and if you won't go willingly, then, that is what the Armed Forces is for.
~Police Commissioner Abigail Thorn
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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:49:19 AM] Elgatodiablo: You know its nice that you have all that proof and all, Bacon... but I just don't believe you.
"Senor, we've picked up a signal from an unknown source in Bretonia."
"What the hell is it, Paco? This better be good. I was about to break in one of our new prisoners. Remember, this is Seto now, not Leeds."
"Aye, senor. I'll send you a copy now."
Desert listened intently to the man's message. With each sentence, the sinister smirk on his face grew more pronounced.
"Finally, another man of Bretonian birth who can see through the lies! Paco, send a broadcast telling this gentleman that he is welcome to drop by the Desert.Snow here in Seto any time! Also let him know that we have plenty of Bretonian prisoners for his... enjoyment."
"Aye, senor."