So, I'm not going away yet.
Neener.
I win.
After all, you have an earlier bedtime now.
It is held in thought
only by the understanding
of the Wind.
No, wait, it is.
WHERE ARE YOU KEEPING MY LOSING?
((Grammar whore instinct kicked in. You meant to use you're ))
Necromancer: How DARE you imply that I was involved in a rude act with my undead servant! I will flay the flesh from your bones! I will summon a thousand maggot-ridden corpses to gnaw your flesh! I will trap your soul in-
Ghoul: My ass hurts.
The power to win is mine and mine alone.
*Mutters to himself*
Little does he know that by responding to his post I've managed to keep the thread alive for a little while longer.
I shall be the winner. You'll see.