I suppose I should thank you for being such a bitch, who almost gave Elizabeth Bathory a run for her money. It showed me what not to do. Do not become a professional parasite, do not be an idiot breeder cow, be self-sustaining, and KEEP MY FECKIN' PERSONAL SOVEREIGNTY! Being the keeper instead of the kept has advantages, though I did once have to use a sword to keep the long gone once uppity waste I never should have adopted in check.
I've developed a pretty awesome Cosmic Resume, though ultimately it doesn't matter, for does anything in this disgusting realm matter? Hey! I rescued a data centre, I laid the groundwork for the building of a millionaire who I dissed before he got there (The Cosmic tool I referred to in above paragraph.), I rescued a starving musician, a bunch of cats, I wrote most of a popular CD that is noncommercial, I have a damn good self-published book series out on-line that I will never hone to perfection because I decided this world ain't worth the effort. And despite the contempt and disgust for this realm, I still ended up as a STO as opposed to the STS POS you are. You are beyond contempt, as well as is your second host. You two deserved each other, and I remember a lot. Both my trips to NC had an agenda of a sort of psychological revenge, by the way. Did you figure that out?
Gods, how I laughed when the Moore County electrical grid got hit a while back. I also started preparing decades ago for now. I'm havin' fun on my rocky mountain top watching the detested city below burn up, speaking in analogy. Never did get closure with you whilst trapped on this stupid rock floatin' in space. Never will. You'll read this in the next realm, where you better hope we never meet. I'll be at the way-station of my liege, mentor, trainer, protector, and VINDICATOR!
Christl Kessler (Pastore/Pistoria, Hasa/Hasic, Springborn), I hope you live for a very long time. 120, at least. If you're lucky, you'll be reborn as a Dalit in 1892, destined to have 16 crotch droppings before 30, all chicks. I never want to see you in person again, and if I do it will be with a flame thrower in hand. Capiche?
Some grudges NEVER DIE!
