The rumors of my death were greatly exaggerated.

Har. I leave for 3 days to take care of my personal life, I come back, and this?

Apparently the failtrolls have descended upon Zelaron like screaming harpies, ready to unleash their old news and shitty grammar on me! Oh no! Better run to the cellar!

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Yeah, I'm not even going to bother discussing what Mr. Shitcock just barfed up about me, seeing as it's such utter bullshit, lies and slander that nothing much can be said about it other than "severe idiocy at work".