[MR] Last Chance

[Malone, N.]

Unto Balynar, Magnum of whatever you call yourself, Usurper of Caer
Mear;
Does the kind and generous AshaHito send regards;

	You have finally transgressed too far. Your whining cries of
brotherhood and togetherness assures me you have spent too many nights
tanning leather with the women of your tribe. The dyes and softeners
have finally effected your mind, what little there was to work with. Not
only did you steal the lands of Caer Mear, you have refused to pay your
due tribute for the safekeeping of those lands. You promise brotherhood
and good feelings to your troops, I promise Gold, food, massages,
hospitality and of course loot. You beg for the protection of the women
when they are only around you to prove there kindness and faith in
treating the lame and feeble minded. You are beyond pity.
	I will meet you with massed troops and in personal challenge. Saturday
May 12th, Mongol's Revenge. Disposing of your flea bitten furred carcass
is no longer just a matter of justice and honor. This beyond your
deception and lies and greed. All this chatter of noble sentiments and
fellowship reminds me of castrated monks chanting about peace. You must
be gone before the sit-ins start. Your ruination is now a matter of
public service to my fellow man. Its for the good of the earth and all
her peoples. You are a bad influence on all mankind.
	I call on all REAL men to join me for feasting and contests and
looting, after a minor bit of work involving rubbish disposal. It is the
duty of each and every man woman and child to help rid the world of this
infested, demented, lying, cheating and somewhat liberal, viking spawn
of she-carp from the nether world, Balynar.

AshaHito; appointed by fate to hold Caer Mear in tribute.