Post by The Midnight King on Aug 21, 2020 23:35:27 GMT -5
Mo chuisle,
God exists in many forms and goes by many different names. What you think of as God may not be what I understand Him to be. In truth, as embarrassing as it may sound, my god was always professional wrestling. Not as a true being of worship, mind you, but I have devoted just as much of my life to this experience as the most devout of believers. Like Jesus I bled for my beliefs and, as you well know, those beliefs eventually led to my exile. I remember and from your own words it’s clear you also remember what happened. Is it as vivid for you as it is for me?
I took care of my people. Sarah. Each and every person who followed me was taken care of. I suppose that’s what made the knives hurt so much when they were driven into my spine. I glorified my people, much like how you claim to glorify your God. One knife after another, Sarah. Deeper and deeper, until they went for my heart. They killed Papa Nurvy. That man no longer exists and the links I once had to the people you claim friendship to no longer exist. That includes Zoe Chaos’ granddaughter. God bless her, but I couldn’t give a single care in the world about how she feels about me. Not after what her grandmother did to me.
Her knife was perhaps the deepest. I hope to God that if you ever have to face a situation like the one I faced that you have the strength of will to pull yourself up and rebuild like I have. I hope to God that you can find peace of mind like I have.
Your tricks, your side eyed insults and attempts to raise chaos on social media, I’m not blind to them. I know those tricks well. The people who taught you those tricks were once my friends and they learned many of those same tricks from me. Do not mistake yourself for anything special. You’re simply one more apple that fell from my tree of knowledge. You’re not unique. You’re not dominant. You’re not even respected. In fact, you wouldn’t even exist in your current form without me. So chill out and sit down.
It’s clear you know little to nothing about the structure of the MadClan. Let me clear it up for you. There’s only two ways to join the MadClan. Invitation or blood. That’s it. Perhaps you’re starting to get a feel for where this is going. I admit, this is a little cliche. I’ll get to the point.
I’m MadClan by blood. Should you beat my son, a feat in and of itself, I’ll gladly answer your challenge. You put your belt and contract on the line and I’ll put my contract on the line. We would, of course, do this on the next episodes of SIN.
So what about it, Sarah? You called my son a coward and a pussy, does the same hold true for you?
God exists in many forms and goes by many different names. What you think of as God may not be what I understand Him to be. In truth, as embarrassing as it may sound, my god was always professional wrestling. Not as a true being of worship, mind you, but I have devoted just as much of my life to this experience as the most devout of believers. Like Jesus I bled for my beliefs and, as you well know, those beliefs eventually led to my exile. I remember and from your own words it’s clear you also remember what happened. Is it as vivid for you as it is for me?
I took care of my people. Sarah. Each and every person who followed me was taken care of. I suppose that’s what made the knives hurt so much when they were driven into my spine. I glorified my people, much like how you claim to glorify your God. One knife after another, Sarah. Deeper and deeper, until they went for my heart. They killed Papa Nurvy. That man no longer exists and the links I once had to the people you claim friendship to no longer exist. That includes Zoe Chaos’ granddaughter. God bless her, but I couldn’t give a single care in the world about how she feels about me. Not after what her grandmother did to me.
Her knife was perhaps the deepest. I hope to God that if you ever have to face a situation like the one I faced that you have the strength of will to pull yourself up and rebuild like I have. I hope to God that you can find peace of mind like I have.
Your tricks, your side eyed insults and attempts to raise chaos on social media, I’m not blind to them. I know those tricks well. The people who taught you those tricks were once my friends and they learned many of those same tricks from me. Do not mistake yourself for anything special. You’re simply one more apple that fell from my tree of knowledge. You’re not unique. You’re not dominant. You’re not even respected. In fact, you wouldn’t even exist in your current form without me. So chill out and sit down.
It’s clear you know little to nothing about the structure of the MadClan. Let me clear it up for you. There’s only two ways to join the MadClan. Invitation or blood. That’s it. Perhaps you’re starting to get a feel for where this is going. I admit, this is a little cliche. I’ll get to the point.
I’m MadClan by blood. Should you beat my son, a feat in and of itself, I’ll gladly answer your challenge. You put your belt and contract on the line and I’ll put my contract on the line. We would, of course, do this on the next episodes of SIN.
So what about it, Sarah? You called my son a coward and a pussy, does the same hold true for you?
Yours Always,
The Midnight King
The Midnight King