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[adamantlyardent]

There is a cruel comfort in knowing that trying to talk to self-declared artists is, regardless of realm, an exercise in patience quite hard to master. I desperately do not care if one has crafted a pinwheel out of garbage, nor shall I be inclined to call it art, thank you very much.

Dare I even send this thought into this void? Perhaps I'll just be inadvertently drawing more of these sorts, eager to fuel some unconscious need to be offended and fight for their honor; it seems to be the way out on the street, in the magazines, and everywhere else...

There must be truly something to the notion of being "spoiled for choice" -- this world seems the absolute perfect example of it. Do parameters of quality even MATTER anymore when there is just so damn much of anything and no one can seem to agree at all?

Sure, why not. The ink you accidentally dripped onto your shoe is now "art."

Gods help me. Rather, someone else just kindly mark a map for me so I know how to avoid these weird avenues in the future and spare us all.

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[adamantlyardent]

You'll need to seek those answers elsewhere, because not only am I incredibly biased from my few experiences with him, I'm also no expert on him in general. What things I know of him to be true are few, but none of them are very flattering.

[irondad]

I'd be happy to hear what you know, regardless.

[adamantlyardent]

[PRESS (X) TO DOUBT...but what the hell, she loves gossip.]

I was told he was a traitor to us all. ImPorts, that is. He sold numerous dangerous weapons to a faction that sought our destruction.

[irondad]

( SPILL THE TEA pls)

What faction was that?

[adamantlyardent]

You'll need to speak to an Aegis member for more clarity, since they were the ones who had to clean up the mess.
The group was called OTO. They were wretched.