.:|Opening File|:.
Title: Wiccan_One
Classified: Outcast*
Threat: High
This is a report reguarding this pesk, Wiccan_One. To all law officials in the libbeeer....
::Transmission Lost::
::Incomming Signal::
::Decrypting.... Opening live video feed::
*A man stands in front of the camera, in a dull lit room sipping a glass of an unknown beverage, a slight smile across his face*
Well Hello Libertonians. This report is all wrong... I am no pest, what ever happened to the chivalress people of your time? Treating your so called "Enemies" as you want to be treated? You sicken me.
I am no threat, as long as you stay wise. And i take offence to that statement!
Outcast? They have betrayed and abandoned me for my... Beliefs.
They can all burn and die for what I care, i was a fine pilot of the Outcast Guard. They stole my ship. The "Verillian". It was a fine ship...
*The man takes another sip of his drink*
Now, I'm guessing the Elders in the Outcasts ranks just had a cow, as you libertonians would say. They didn't know i had these... Feelings. But this is a confession of sorts, and the truth is out.
*A women calls "Chris, love are you busy?"*
Ah, my lady requires me. Good day to you all, I'll be reporting back soon.
::|Closing Transmission|::
*Your system makes a loud annoying sound, a bang and erupts into flames*