ROR07 (Jun 29, 2023)

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ROR07

Summary of Receipt

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Receipt: ROR07
Author: Dingane
Status: Open
Subject: Business as Unusual

Uh, hi, everyone. Dingane, here. Not the old Dingane though! Uh, a new Dingane. I just wanted to write a report to introduce myself and to clear up some final business. I think I will just keep this short and simple, seeing as it is my FIRST report.

In a general sense, I did some very regrettable things. The only thing we can do now is put a final end to the remaining Kings. Public knowledge of what we were working on is very scarce. Sphere-wise I think everything will be just fine. I really only think Zach Rannagom might still prove a threat. Invoke his name and things might get messy. The good news is that most of the Kings never had the knowledge that I had. Ancient secrets are not something you give out to your followers willy-nilly. And, even if I did, I doubt they would know what to do with them. Untold to them, there is a lot more to the Lazarus Project. Secret, secret information. Cut deep from the Blood of the Universe. In a general sense, anyway. Twain knows what I’m talking about.

With all that said, it is good to be myself again. Words can’t describe how strange it is to be someone who isn’t really “you.” Unsaid is the toll that takes on someone year after year. My best way to describe it would be… like Atlas with the world on my shoulders. Lips, though, not shoulders, as everything I said and did was the weight of a life’s work that wasn’t mine. Are you following this? Sealed away, that life is now, and honestly, I think for the better. Now it’s time to move forward and truly live my life as me. In body, mind, soul, and—of course—ambitions. Death, I imagine is far, far away still. And so, who knows what misadventures I’ll get up to. Beyond that, I think I’ve said exactly what needs to be said to seal this deal once and for all… though there is one last thing I’d like to add, to make it truly my own.

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