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Supreme Commander, Marix, you are a cunning spirit, and yet you have failed in your task on your quest for the most honorable rank of Dark Lord. You have mulled over the possibilities for awhile. You approached me eager to set yourself on a high pedastal, and yet you did not have the legs to make the jump.
I refuse to propel you upward, but at the same time, your service has earned you the rank of Sith Lord I. That which is earn is easily given, but what is desired must be taken. That is my wisdom for you.
The way to high office is by winding stair. You have proven your loyalty. Continue to serve me well and you will have earned my investment. Scorn my favor, and there shall be a Darth Marix no more.
You are a bright star, but do you burn bright for a blink of an eye, or endure for eternity? You have the keys to an empire, may the Force be with you, my Lord.
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That, that is, is; that, that is not, is not.
Today's Evil Overlord Mood/Thought Process of the Day: Gungan opera
The Realist Party. You can't repel appeal of our magnitude.
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