Re: Diplomacy, Dominions Style
The physical, spiritual, and moral might of Niefelheim remains, silly, short-sighted, stupid little gecko.
We're not fighting your kind-this should be obvious, if you'll notice your pants are not wet with piss-if your kind has even invented pants yet.
We're fighting a horde of undead, unnatural things. The only reason we even bother to address you-and we hope that some few among you can read-is because you too are alive. If such can be called "living".
We understand, though, why a coward such as is naturally spawned by your nation should hide behind meaningless words. We expect no aid from your kind, you are as generous as you are valiant. What aid could you possibly send, anyway? insects for food? Bones for our noses?
Perhaps you should ask your women-if you've bothered to teach any of them to speak-how they'll enjoy seeing their hatchlings with the flesh rotted off them, forever fighting a war that will never end?
They must be the gender blessed with the brains-poor things.
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You've sailed off the edge of the map--here there be badgers!
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