I have heard enough from the Human/Snake hybrid called Ophidian. Your rants and raves are confusing and puzzling to even
myself - a scholar of many languages and cultures. Your so-called transformation seems to have you speaking in tongues
not of this world. This sort of erratic behavior may strike fear in mortal man or woman, but it is merely an annoyance to
the Great & Devious One. I care not about your deities and gods - your Osiris and Wadjet. The time for games and rambling
manifestos is over. You have stolen my sacred staff, you have attempted - not once, but twice - to blind me with your vile spew,
and you have carried on this maddening charade for far too long. Now you must pay!
You forget, my friend - I no longer feel compelled to be a part of the human race; I only consider myself a member of the animal
kingdom. Whether you like it or not, you and I are one within the same realm. Your "snake style," your species transformations,
and your skin shed will not help you on the 2nd of June. There is no ascent for you young lad, only a slow and painful descent
into the earthly hell you have created for yourself. All of your allies are gone. There is no one who can help you. The entire
world will be able to watch your demise in Philadelphia when you are obliterated with all of the spiritual fury and cosmic might
of the Envoy. Your parasitic existence in CHIKARA will soon be all but a memory.