It�s come to my attention that you are parading around on this Elite Board assuming that you are the true Angel of Death. I would like to ask what your qualifications are, how many souls you have taken, where you trained for your position and what your pay scale is.

So, Azrael, the true Angel of Darkness, I�d like to know how you have so much time to sit and post here at Elite Fitness. I mean according to Depeche Mode.. death is everywhere and there�s flies on the windscreen. I would imagine that the shear number of people that are dying each and every day would be enough to keep you booked solid. Unless I am mistaken it�s just you and the Grim Reaper out there picking up all these souls.

Now, I know for a fact that the real Angel of Death graduated from high school, I saw his yearbook� granted it was bound in human flesh and inked in blood � but it was a yearbook nonetheless. I call you a fraud because your grammar is mundane, spelling atrocious and your use of verse non-existent. Azrael, the great separator of flesh from soul, was a true poet and you are nothing more than a cheap imitation, and even that is being kind.

Your intellect, or lack thereof, is that of an inbred peasant. Your comments are neither witty nor are they factually correct. After reviewing about half of your posts I have come to the following professional conclusions:

1. Your parents were brother and sister.
2. Early in life you tried to sell your soul to the devil and he said no deal.
3. You asked for a car and got a computer (this is known as Ferris Disease)
4. Trick Or Treating was always more of a family reunion for you.
5. Your lack of sexual contact, outside your immediate family, leads you to be shy and awkward in social situation, hence your gravitation to cyber space.

My suggestion to you is that you stop this charade immediately. The dark forces don�t take kindly to interlopers. Angel of Death�. More like a little fairy with glue on wings running around with a plastic knife.

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ROLLINS FUCKING RULES