the swivillain swivels

ok, so it appears ender finded me. so i'm thinking i'll retire from the enderbaiting game (or is making you all think that i'm retiring my main weapon?). anyway, from here on until i think of something else this page will be about crows. and about how they're assholes. crows are assholes. don't believe me? hang out with one for a few hours and you'll agree. if you don't agree then you're probably a crow and you're certainly an asshole. rain is an asshole too. that's just about all i have to say. except to mention to all of you loyal followers of the cause out there who are some part dismayed that the enderhunt has (perhaps) come to its inevitable conclusion, let me say that the glorious cause is not ended. nay, it is afoot. the ranks of venemous arthropods advance quite beyond my control, growing more intelligent and murderous by the hour, monomaniacally intent upon a single destination. i have lost all communication with them as they have splintered into their own mutinous entity, yet i hold no fear in my heart. it as i have forseen, the greatest act of loyalty from my most loyal minions is exactly this, to exercise destruction from their own free will, not under my command but rather for the greater good of all that swivels in the night. the emancipation of the scorpions is their greatest bond to me. this may all sound like hubris, foreshadowing a certain come-uppance for your swivillain, but let me remind you that hubris is my main weapon. fear not, though i may be reitred the cause lives independently now, for as long as crows are being assholes and scorpions are incessantly and inexorably being all fucking crazy. that shit they do with their tails. unreal.