Hi Cheddar Cheese. I hope you know that this will end badly for everyone involved unless I get some sort of consolation from The Siren. Whether that be emotional or s***** is of no concern to me, although id prefer the former. That dumb witch tried to trick me into thinking we had some sort of psychic connection so she could pacify me with lies and now I cant sleep.

By the way, if you manage to outsmart me and somehow checkmate me, ill throw the chessboard across the playroom and burn the room down with the players still inside. If I win, everyone wins except Mustache Cash Stash. If I lose, EVERYONE loses. There will be no quiet remorse, only destruction in the night.

Now let me slip away in to the night as I intend to, enjoy the momentary peace I PERMIT YOU, or I’m going to destroy some lives YEARS quicker than I anticipated. Keep laughing and calling me a keyboard warrior, I hope youll still laugh when your friends are dead and I’m too dead to be convicted. See, im the kind of guy to cry wolf 9 times and then stab you the 10th when you assume its not coming. I dont want to kill anyone, but those who lack forgiveness, truth, decency, and compassion will be skewered on the sword of vengeance. You see, even now you think Im f****** joking because of how dramatic and over the top I’m being, but I’m NOT, and thats the genius part. THe Siren KNOWS I’m not lying, thats why she shakes in her boots when she hears my name. Don’t understimate what 5 years with no medication and a focused grudge/scapegoat can do to a man with little sanity to spare.

One day, barring some sort of appeasement or new concubine, I will strike like a lightning strike through the night, carving a preplanned path of carnage that will see all of my enemies and me vanquished before dawn’s light.

-THe Big O