It is with both great regret and admiration that I pen this thread.
Albeit; the words run from the depth of my bowels into the expressive artistic fecal matter you see before you this moment.
I am but a minor shaman in the grade of the Cult of Basilisk (but less than a first degree member); however - even with such a small contribution to the overwhelming cult you have spawned, I must call it a day - cul myself of your crop.
You see my (former) Lord, I came to you as but a lost sheep in need of a hairy bong smoking shepherd who could guide me through the loneliness and boredom that so englufed me for a couple of days, in the realms of CageWarriors. Alas! Last night as I reached out my hands to the energy of the universe, whilst lain in my bed with a semi digested Dominos(c) 15inch Meteor(tm) I had an awakening. The energy spoke to me, as if I had ingested a x30 bag of Salvia - saying "You are allliiiveeee William - you need not a prophet". I froze for what seemed like eternity in disbelief as your Red Capped Ghastly avatar floated before mine eyes as but a spectre in the atmosphere. I thrashed around in my duvet until I rolled from my bed with a chubby smush onto the cum stained 16year old underlay which I haven't yet carpeted. It was this experience that encouraged me to take up my own religion, my own understanding known as Samuelsonism. I am thus ridding myself of your ridiculous ACA logo, half assed signature and pawn grade status - with all due respect; I'll remember your bullshit fondly. Tread well my former brothers in ACA arms - we do not need to be enemies.