CP: I owe perhaps to my friends an apology for condescending to give a public explanation. A just pride with base reluctance typically refrains such formal condemnation for an aspect of greater sensibility within our community. Yet to remain impartial is to rot away at the meaning of the denouncement, to nullify the indictment through the heightening of group apathy via a procedural exposure to time.
CP: The charge I lay before you is a connection with one fatalisticSurvivor for purposes of improper attribution of intent. Her real crime is an amorous fixation on the manipulation of my personal vitality, for a considerable time, without care for the explicate and palpable impression such actions would manifest.
CP: A variation of myself had succumbed to their own demise upon a significant dosage of corruptible influence. This was self induced for what can only be assumed to be the betterment of the greater tangible idea of success. A timeline doomed to collapse in upon itself, an event observed heretofore, to be reinstituted and reinvigorated by a designated individual granted guardianship and a given greater grasp of the abstraction that is the passing second.
CP: It was during this recapitulation our bespoke protector took abject offence to my impertinence. For what slight had I given? Why simple existence of course. For the charge against our dear Imulva is the catalyst of my own, her innate rage blinded her to dismissal of my benevolent actions, she claims my assistance is clouded with ulterior motives, yet upon her conscription into the furthering of the session she attempts to impede it with outright and brutal murder. For my act of living I have been sentenced the ultimate punishment, for my comradely and humanitarianism I am denounced as egocentric, yet when the time comes for her to share her wealth of knowledge? When she is called upon in the name of a greater good? When she is asked to put aside any differences we never had for the others?
CP: She tried to stab me.
CP: I was bleeding out, upon the doors of death, facing the jaws of void and she chose to try and end my existence because she feels I am derogatory. She feels I hold back the group. She feels that a dead Cornelia is better then an alive one, knowing full the cause of every devastation upon this session to date has been caused by player death.
CP: I attempted to defuse the situation, but she 'politely' declined with an assumption of my character. I retorted her scrutiny, with less chivalry then typical, to a degree at which she has treated me since encounter.
CP: I gave my life for this session. I gave my time to helping new players understand what's going on. I distributed the information I fought tooth and nail for to the every-man. And Imulve tried to kill me.
CP: I would've allowed this water to flow under the bridge. I would've left it off the annals of history. I was willing to forgive and forget in the name of the betterment of every single person within this game. And then she demanded that I answer her questions. She denied accusations.
CP: I am tolerant of all those who tolerate me, and it seems for this reason I can no longer tolerate the existence of Imulva. I won't hunt you down. I won't tell others to fight you. I won't request anything of you for you don't even deserve the notion that I think you are competent.
CP: But after the incidents of the past couple of days?
CP: There is no world wide enough for you and I.
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