Im back from 2004

[Venin]

I doth still persist in mine attempts to write-eth for people, and 'tis saddening that thine hoards and horns hath been lost in the wake of...oh, hell, I can't do it like that...people are missing, I don't know why, it really makes me want to cry, I write to all, yet few see, not sure if anyone remembers me. I'm the drunk, a dangerous one, I use blades, and not guns, I say crazy things...all the time, anyone notice my streams of rhyme?

Oh, by the way, hi, still here, yada yada yada, now where's our necromantic breathen...we must revive this mashed potato to it's former gravy...or something...