Corporate Manifestations

Note: The following records, which we have managed to extract from the powers that be via the so-called ‘freedom of information act’, refer to specific people, places and institutions. This is one of many documents that mention Lucas Darklord, whom we believed to be a hero, or some such, of corporate mythology. Although, now we are starting believe that Darklord is in fact no myth, and may even walk amongst us this very day. The others in this record have so far escaped identification.  Still, there is much insight to be gained from this record, and much wisdom. To this date we have found not a single document or record written by Darklord or any of his staff, only the records of others make reference to him, and in each case, one encounter, a final encounter is described. We have not adjusted the record in any way, so as to preserve the truth as it was written.

We hope that you have no trouble in navigating this ancient, and remember one word after the next.

Reflect on meaning and what you have learned at the conclusion.

Eh.. goes well….  you have an intention….  Once again I look at myself pushed to make of one, what that much hatred and chose ev’r to move my heaviest ones from my throne of bovine skin in order to explain the world to the less capable minds (ah.. I am ev’r guilt they are scopes of the good God, and are not imperscrutable).

Here, as the things are agape and the accounts call, INDEED: Yesterday afternoon I was only around until the 18^th, nobody with which except them, and then I decide to make a stroll to Britain to search for some new, to help and in which reinvigorate the flame of the honour and the law, when hardly outside our city I encounter an Accountant and I say to it: “In the name of the corporate laws which bind us all, I command that you collect the challenge!” and he promptly retorts: “Asp! They are not a new! You have journeyed in vain and searched out only the weak and the straw filled ones. Such will only serve to cut through the laws and merely use honour as a shield.” To this point I make excuses of my staff for the error… bubbling the fate that I stretched not to attack for the first, there am I, offering greetings to you in front of the mock ups and stains and I have been lent, though now stolen and owned a pair of basic doubts upon these games.

To this point I decide to make a jump to the tops in order to, at a distance, study the dynamics of the forces of the enemy, remaining, approaching, and I see a ghost on a corpse, Lucas who dark and crouching with the legs of the horse of the accomplice who had slain it.  The ghost is approaching towards me, we move ourselves inside of our city, the rant and the fact are explained to me:  Sovereign is called  ev’r new a being that ev’r be atrociously murdered and looted ….. I do not want myself here to be pronounced that which is better!

Then I ask kindly the Accountant that I had as soon as helped to go to me to call the account that they were loathe to understand if they were aware of their deplorable action….(IT! AND THEY WERE!).

Lucas Darklord and others arrive at our city walls that, in living memory, burn fiercely with the face of enemies, and that when they understand me, the essence of the speech of our city is such as to cause issues of communication (therefore I have not been able myself to read their names).  To this point in front of our city, one other new order and a sure Thaumrhan (a weapon with the shield order regarding which, as I have said , is dark and leaves nought but objects of culture and various value, and to my warning it has a dark shell of the order of my grandmother….and my grandmother is the order ALL dark and of the last blood taken, often!).

I am about  to explain to Lucas the gravity of its gesture, also, perched and crouching, liquid blades, contracts and scribes, legal minions and essential staff. When, I moved from likeable to elsewhere, to a house mine with a great Accountant that explained to me how much he was proud of the fact that the accounts they had assimilated, the moral principle second which not ev’r was or would be convenient for any back road or tactic, regardless of player or folly, when …..  without sign or signal the Darklord attacks with it’s record player of sterile insults and mere provocation, and yet my staff become agitated.

Who knows to me and/or SHE HAS KNOWN ELSEWHERE knows to ME, ghast and life are useless with….Sovereign the destroyer… he who has not given or bled, never!  Not at all a problem…  I decide to try one move:  I propose to Darklord to accept its challenge (also to knot and tie in cords the same as it has brought back) on the condition that he make the names of the others two, that if they were spun of it in the way that our city did, and if it had intention to express it’s sorrow in a topic on this powerful instrument that ev’r be this forum of corporate affairs, could have made it in an articulate way at the bottom by affixing the OWN and TRUE names of the participants.  The problem to this point is made further delicate….perhaps very lost in the Darklord from wanting to reason and to contract to our scale and begins to insult our sexually agile woman, but I dream,  and answer it for the rhymes and I make it to pass for what ev’r it may: a child repressed with one curse of infinite  (******) passwords.

Once obtained well and with that I wanted and I follow my adversary but the warning that is not equipped, but that I indeed have. I lean six hundred empty bottles left from my recent passion alchemy, but it prevents me from putting them down… perched ev’r brave and he does not have fear of me.  The crash begins and I must say that if ev’r be loyal if pent it and be it with dark, pernicious and famous that the other accountants were around and tried the new “that it has made the spy”….  to this point I decide to make the leap in order to cover the new and, (sigh) I have recumbered in order these very three times….but I was attended!!! I was fighting over the mock ups and recumbent of under where I have staff mine and toil for the quest. And thus with ahead behind… I pull to me and I lean all the packs and the loaves of which I am one, and cases of nearby cities that I have still not understood, who ev’r may, but our city goes away (the spineless and hairy after, and in the battle pressed ones of the corporate-less of nearby cities).

I had made us! And from my point of view some staff helped, instructed, and saved by a weak person who had endured a soporific enema, and moreover I had struck a perplexion.  Perched by gentleman, and the perplexion amuse themselves as if he kills and to have frustrating and indeed to find itself an enemy who never does fall, much like Rocky Balboa when your only weapon is a pair of demagnetised credit cards, and that to the fine ones he escapes with and to.  Perched? Only tried to imagine THAT, WHAT, and with which all of the rain and reign, in and through the so called ‘corporate affairs’ and the PROFIT COST TO DARK, THAT HALF HOUR DUEL IN TERMS OF POISONS, CONTRACTS, LAWYERS AND DARTS….the world-wide conflicts, mediated and mediated and mediated… this is ev’r the strategy we are calling wearing down tactics (and the mediators, however base and fixed upon this strategy, are like wanted and sinful staff vying and carefully climbing all stairs, bundles of paper and items of technology)… the players of games of strategy whom you will use to scribe and strategise, they will orbit here and on further city walls and will have understood me in my call to flight, but as I had premised, the clement Gentleman is not ev’r with all when it distributes all grey matter. The players will have understood, but not once even recognised or even thought of a loss or a history that will now stand empty. Consumed and digested by folds of paper, once thought to be like a womb, until the rapid corrosion and disintegration of the city and the very ground upon which we stood. Still, I stand. Ev’r shaky and yet frozen. For even now, I am told there is value in my position and I am offered a number of liberties as rewards, and assigned a value and given rights to contract and conduct. These I accept, for to refuse would be unthoughtful.

My premise provides a comfort of sorts.

The clement Gentleman is not ev’r with all when it distributes all grey matter.

The accountants still orbit this city, and they can be seen from afar. Know us by this.