TOMORROW IS LORD DARIGAN DAY.. (BDAY) COME HERE AND PAY RESPECTS YOU PEASANTS
I, LORD DARIGAN, RULER OF ALL OF THE ENCHANTED CITADEL, HEREBY CHARTER THAT ALL CITIZENS AND SLAVES OF MY NEWLY INSTALLED EMPIRE PAY THEIR RESPECTS TO YOUR LEADER. TOMORROW IS THE DAY OF MY BIRTH. THE NUMBER IS NOT TRACKED, FOR AGE I HAVE NONE, I AM BUT A SLIVER OF EXISTENCE BETWEEN THE CRACKS OF TIME, NOT EXISTING IN THIS WORLD OR THE NEXT, BUT NOT FULLY CONSUMED BY THE UNDERWORLD. THE BANE OF NEOPIA'S EXISTENCE IS IN MY HANDS, FOR I WHO IS NOT CONTROLLED BY TIME CONTROL TIME, I MOVE BETWEEN SECONDS TO ENTER YOUR MIND AND BEND YOU TO MY WILL. MY LEGION OF DARIGAN KRAWKS AND EYRIES SHALL DARKEN YOUR VISION WITH THEIR EXPANSES, AN ARMY SO VAST THAT THE LANDS WILL TREMOR UNTIL THE TYRANNIAN PLATAUE CASCADES TO THE GROUNDS.
TOMORROW ON THE DAY OF YOUR LORD DARIGAN, I SHALL OPEN THE UNDERWORLD AND UNLEASH THE MUTANT PETS OF NEOPIA'S PAST. NOBODY IS SAFE. YOUR PETS SHALL TREMBLE AT THE SIGHT OF MY HOARDS, BUT BE VERY EXCITED AT THE SIGHT OF MY WHORES. EXCUSE THAT. LEVELS TOO HIGH TO COUNT ARE NO MATCH FOR THOSE THAT CANNOT BE HURT. FEAR LORD DARIGAN.
TO BE SAFE, PAY RESPECTS TO ME ON THE DAY OF MY BIRTH. YOU HAVE UNTIL TOMORROW AT 9PM NST TO COPY AND PASTE THE MESSAGE BELOW INTO A REPLY, OR SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES.
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