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100th 6th months
Invitation
Good sir Julien, first of your name, ruler of the Cuyp-lands, master of science and dear friend,
Although both the Palestian and Ukrainian unrests have mitigated, and our former friend James is finally undertaking the steps necessary in order to destroy those hysterical peasants of the Islamic State, the last few months have once again proven that this modern world is hardly functioning and in desperate need of proper and royal leadership. Peasant lands are burning, or about to be burned. Society cries for help and calls upon the old ways, that we both so rightfully defend and cherish, for solutions.
With power vacuums popping up like unwanted children among the poor, the royal chances have turned and we must therefore seize this opportunity to regain control of all the peasants! Whilst these developments constantly wander my alcohol corroded mind, your recent achievements have brought a long awaited calmness. A proper scientific title was added to a long list of royal and noble ranks. Furthermore, a fresh contract was signed ensuring long term prosperity. These accomplishments have emphasized your leadership capabilities, which will most likely enable us to overthrow the peasants once and for all.
In short, you, good sir, have once again proven that you are a magnificent bastard. Your endeavours must be celebrated! It is my royal duty, but my pleasure and honour above all, to ascertain that a royal Lynchfest takes place. The fest is set at October third, and my royal palace will humbly serve as decor. Peasants will amuse us, midgets will sing, our queens will jabber and we drown ourselves in the divine lemonade we came to love.
Cheers.
P.S. The peasant carrying this message is a gift of mine, he will serve you with the uttermost humbleness.
Good sir Julien, first of your name, ruler of the Cuyp-lands, master of science and dear friend,
Although both the Palestian and Ukrainian unrests have mitigated, and our former friend James is finally undertaking the steps necessary in order to destroy those hysterical peasants of the Islamic State, the last few months have once again proven that this modern world is hardly functioning and in desperate need of proper and royal leadership Peasant lands are burning, or about to be burned Society cries for help and calls upon the old ways, that we both so rightfully defend and cherish, for solutions
With power vacuums popping up like unwanted children among the poor, the royal chances have turned and we must therefore seize this opportunity to regain control of all the peasants! Whilst these developments constantly wander my alcohol corroded mind, your recent achievements have brought a long awaited calmness A proper scientific title was added to a long list of royal and noble ranks Furthermore, a fresh contract was signed ensuring long term prosperity These accomplishments have emphasized your leadership capabilities, which will most likely enable us to overthrow the peasants once and for all
In short, you, good sir, have once again proven that you are a magnificent bastard Your endeavours must be celebrated! It is my royal duty, but my pleasure and honour above all, to ascertain that a royal Lynchfest takes place The fest is set at October third, and my royal palace will humbly serve as decor Peasants will amuse us, midgets will sing, our queens will jabber and we drown ourselves in the divine lemonade we came to love
Cheers
PS The peasant carrying this message is a gift of mine, he will serve you with the uttermost humbleness
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