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« on: December 17, 2013, 10:19:21 pm »
Samuil sat in his room, facing his camera with his trademark umbra visor and 3-hole balaclava. He shuffled in his desk chair and straightened up in his seat.

"Hello, my loyal audience. Tonight I was going to explain what had happened to Ms Blue, but there are more urgent matters at hand." Sam's voice sounded unusually serious and grim.

"You see, there's been something bothering me. Drell."

Sam's voice returned to it's regular tone. "You see, I haven't had the chance to play with a drell, to see what makes them tick, to see how easy they are to break." He licked his lips. "I may finally have an opportunity to face one, to learn how it lives, then figure out how to make it die. There are too few opportunities to experience something like this left in the galaxy. After all, there are only so many races to kill." Sam let out a giggle, it was an odd mix of nervous excitement and a sort of bloodlust unique to the insane and perhaps the Vorcha.

He regained his composure. "The point of what I'm saying is, that we can forget about Ms Blue, and see what new things there are to squeeze from the Drell. I must go make preparations. We will talk more later."

Just as fast as he had started broadcasting, he shut down the stream.
Samuil Sobakov

"As I cross dress as a high school girl to make my fellow man think I am a woman so I can call them faggots, I retain my dignity, for it is a mighty cause."

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