"Me? Looking for you? Don't make me laugh." Drakkas said, "I'm here on Vivarte business."

"Still... 'Investigating an odd Virus Signature', eh?" Drakkas scoffed. "You've been had, human. There's only one sort of signature this area and it's inhabitants have, and that's one that would be instantly recognized as glitched or bugged. So either you're telling the truth, and the Netpolice sent an unequipped kid out to do a job he's not anywhere near capable of handling... or you're lying, meaning you were sent here to take me down."

He snarled. "And if it's the latter... let's just say I don't tend to handle people lying to me well."

Whatever.

I could sit here and spit insults all day...

But that's not very good at accomplishing anything.

So rather, I'll merely say this:

Empty Threats work well to garner attention.

-Drakkas

Well... it would appear I'm not the only one who seven years can change.

In case it wasn't completely and utterly obvious from the comment I left before, yes, I'm back.

I'm also heavily changed-- For the better, I assure you --and I'm coming for you first, Darkholme brat.

In the meanwhile... as much as I love stealing News Server's topics with something completely unrelated, I'll end this lovely little conversation with this:

I'm back. And I've gotten rid of my emo streak.

-Drakkas