I don't know what to feel, seeing so many Johns and their vari8nts on this site. 8efore the 8attle I undertook so long ago, my feelings 8urned concupiscent as I had hoped to facilitate contact to the other side after my victory. Instead, I 8eheld a door destroyed and a victory slipped from my hands. Still, I did not regret what I did, 8ut those feelings carried with me for a while. Now, I must say, there isn't much left in my heart to feel anymore. When dedicated to the heat of 8attle, life is simpler that way. A slim 8inary of you, and the o8stacle to cut down. That therein is my peace.
First time?
You. I did not expect an iteration of you here on this we8site. I didn't expect you capa8le of speech, either.
Yeah we don't tend to talk much. Or they did. I'm better.
Are you? That excites me. I'm 8etter, too. When I first fought you, at that moment I thought I had reached the peak of my power. 8ut the last twenty-ought sweeps have hum8led me to the reality that I wasn't even close. In training to pass the time, many thoughts ran through my mind. Only one recurred... "What if we fought again, now?" So. Ready to put your money where your mouth is, mutt?
Ehhhh later. Busy right now. I'm sure you know how it goes and all of that blah blah.