Dear Vigilance,
Your walls may be high, but your kingdom will crumble.
Your livestock will die.
Your food supplies will dwindle.
Your followers will worship false gods.
Your water will turn to blood.
Your followers will abandon all hope.
Your followers will flee.
Your followers will drop, one by one.
Your kingdom will be torched.
You will flee like a rat.
You will cower in a cave.
You will lose all hope.
You will die a painful death with nothing but the soiled clothes left on your back!
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This is what awaits you in the future, Electric Avenue is coming for you. You may live well now, but in time you will fall from the pedestal you have built beneath yourself with the materials of the innocent.
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Your threats from previous times, will cause your final downfall. You are Caesar, I am your senate. You are Hitler, I am your self-deteriorating madness. You are Antiochus IV Epiphanes, I am Judas Maccabeus. You are the mouse, I am your cat. You are the ocean, I am the moon. You are the king, I am the assassin. You are the Russians, I am the Mujadeddin.
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Death awaits, war has been declared. I will strike at you from all angles, I will not fight a conventional war...