bumhurt? Hmm. When you learn to hate with the intensity of a thousand burning suns, you may understand how I feel now. Any move that this one makes, however petty and silly it may seem to you, is an abomination unto my eyes. Even more so when Ebony has the nerve to think that she is actually superior to me.

In short, Ebony disgusts me. This does look like bumhurt, yes, I’ll admit that. But this feud has been going on long before Ebony was aware of my existence. And it will not be over until one of us is rotting in the ground. I do not care what you think of me. Know that I do what I must do. And no-one is going to stop me.

Do not think that I am pbuming up the opportunity to rip this fiction to shreds. This is something I would not miss for the world.