TERMS OF SERVICE

ScottSavino.com’s Voidspire Consortium’s Rules, Regulations and Expectations of Conduct

Your continued presence within this ancient sanctum constitutes that you accept the servitude required of those who devote their lives to the worship of Varoth, he who slithers, dreaming, beneath the feet of all, as well as the following:

I. The Pact of Age and Presence

Your presence here—yes, you, wanderer—indicates that you are of sound mind and at least 18 years of age. This is not a mere suggestion but an unyielding decree. If you are not yet of age, you are not permitted to register, comment, or otherwise interact within these halls. There are no exceptions—not parental consent, not youthful cunning, not even the whispered plea of an elder god.

If you are a minor:

    • Kindly return to your realm, fetch a glass of milk and a cookie from your caregiver, and come back in a few years when your age matches your curiosity.
    • Begone, child! The Voidspire Consortium is no place for the tender-minded or soft-hearted.
    • Do not attempt trickery. Your mere presence here will not bestow upon you the wisdom or fortitude required to endure what lurks within.

By continuing, you confirm your voluntary entry into these halls and accept the risks, the ridicule, and the rights afforded to all Unboundlings who dwell here. Should you falsify your age or otherwise trespass where you are unwelcome, know this: ScottSavino.com bears no responsibility for what you may encounter, nor for any lingering dread, existential crises, or corruptions of the soul that may follow. You have been warned.

II. Conduct Among the Unboundlings

The Voidspire Consortium thrives on freedom, and yet it is bound by rules:

Freedom of Speech Does Not Mean Freedom From Consequences

Here, you may speak freely. Curse. Call out misdeeds. If another Unboundling angers you, you may call them whatever you like.

Know this: your words will have consequences. If you act shitty, expect shitty things in return. That is the way of the world—and of the Voidspire. Should the masses descend upon you for your insolence, know that you have invited this reckoning upon yourself.

What constitutes "shitty behavior?" The following, including but not limited to:

      • Harassment, including repeated unwelcome interactions, targeted abuse, or personal attacks.
      • Threats of violence, harm, or any form of intimidation, real or implied.
      • Doxxing—revealing personal information about others without their explicit consent.
      • Impersonation—claiming to be someone you are not in an attempt to mislead, deceive, or cause harm.
      • Malicious false reporting—filing complaints in bad faith to manipulate moderation decisions.
      • Unrelenting negativity—there's a difference between critique and an unholy crusade of misery.

Insults and Quarrels

Settle your disputes with words, not hatred. Cast your curses, but keep them rooted in truth.

If chaos reigns unchecked—if petty squabbles spiral into madness—know that the Keeper of the Voidspire (me, Scott Savino) shall intervene.

At my sole discretion, one of the following judgments shall occur:

    • The Trial by Flames: A tribunal will be held. When (not if) you are inevitably found guilty, you shall be burned at the stake in effigy, your crimes immortalized in these pages for all to mock.
    • The Duel of Rusted Blades: If the quarrel is between two Unboundlings, you shall be summoned to the Dueling Chamber. There, you may select from an array of rusty medieval weaponry—blunted swords, tarnished axes, and perhaps a broken flail. Winner takes pride. Loser takes silence.
    • The Muting of the Guilty: If you prove unworthy of either spectacle, I will simply mute you. First for 3 days. Then a week. Then a month. After that, your account shall be cast into oblivion.

All moderation decisions are final and at my discretion. If you wish to appeal, you may do so by screaming into the void. The void will consider it. Perhaps.

The Forbidden Speech

Hate speech of any kind shall awaken my immediate wrath. Homophobia, transphobia, bigotry, or words directed against an entire group of people will not be tolerated. You will be flayed from existence, your account deleted, your IP banned, and your sins documented via screenshot. I may even send the evidence to your employer, your parents, or your third-grade teacher.

Spam Shall Not Be Tolerated

If you post spam—be it vile links, pyramid schemes, or other unholy plagues—you will be banished to the bogs for all eternity.

Repeat offenders shall be fed to the rats in the rat room. They are always hungry.

Reporting Misdeeds

If you believe a comment to be in violation of these sacred laws, you may report it by emailing the link to the offending comment directly to me (scott@scottsavino.com). However, understand this: currently, no comments are automatically posted---I manually approve each one. This means that if you see it, I have already seen it.

Should you feel compelled to report an offense, you may plead your case as to why it offends you, and I will consider it.

Perhaps.

III. Binding by Cultic Ensnarement

By virtue of your continued presence within these walls, and in accordance with the infernal guidelines laid forth in the Codex of Rules, Regulations and Expectations of Conduct, you hereby acknowledge your full and unholy induction into The Voidspire Consortium, a sacred cult devoted to the whispering god-serpent Varoth and led by none other than Scott Savino, Hierophant of the Voidspire Consortium and Keeper of the Thrallites.

As a devoted Unboundling, you are now—and forever shall be—subservient to the will of Scott Savino. You shall obey, comply, and comply again, until such time as your flesh withers and your essence is devoured in the Undercurrent of the Abyss. Or, more mundanely, until you submit a formal request as outlined in the “Data Retention and Account Deletion” subsection below. Probably that. I guess. If you must.

Regardless, no one ever really leaves. Not truly.

IV. Ownership of Content and Intellectual Property

All stories, images, and works of madness within these halls are the sole property of Scott Savino and scottsavino.com LLC and any of its subsidiaries or holdings (scottsavino.com, anusguru.com, normanomnom.com, voidspirecult.com, and any past present or future acquisitions of scottsavino.com LLC.)

You may share links to my work, as I have posted them. However, you may not:

    • Copy, reproduce, or redistribute the text in any format.
    • Edit, adapt, narrate, or record my stories without explicit written consent.
    • Use them in print, videos, or any form of media without explicit written consent.

Know this: I have had entire websites, YouTube channels, and apps obliterated in record time for such violations. Be warned.

V. Comments, Reviews, and Retribution

Commenting and Consent

By commenting on any post, you consent to the following:

      • Your email will be added to my mailing list, from which you may unsubscribe at any time via the link at the bottom of any email.
      • A user account will be created for you on scottsavino.com to facilitate your participation. You may delete this account at any time.

These two actions—mailing list subscription and user account creation—are separate. Deleting your account does not unsubscribe you from emails, and unsubscribing from emails does not delete your account. Each must be done individually, and both options are made convenient and simple for those wishing to opt out of future interactions.

Consent to Usage

Your words are your own, but by speaking them here, you grant me an irrevocable license to repost them anywhere I deem amusing, helpful, or damning.

      • Proper attribution will be given for any reposted commentary, reviews or interactions otherwise---unless you’ve displeased me. Then I may repost your words with gleeful malice.
      • Ignorance will not save you: Should you post something foolish, offensive, or downright embarrassing, it may be immortalized for a wider audience. Perhaps even your boss will see it.

Choose your words carefully, my most cherished Unboundling.

VI. Termination of Accounts

This is my domain, and I may delete or suspend accounts whenever I feel like it. If this displeases you, go start your own cult centered around the worship of ancient underground serpents. This is scottsavino.com, and I am Scott Savino—is that okay with you, whoeveryouare.com?

Standard Suspensions

      • First Offense: 3 days in silence.
      • Second Offense: 1 week.
      • Third Offense: 1 month.

Should you reach beyond the limits of my patience, your account shall be deleted, and your IP banned. There will be no appeal. It should also be understood that I may not follow these suspension rules according to my discretion and the severity of the offense.

Ban Evasion and Repercussions

Banned users may not create new accounts to bypass their exile. Any attempt to do so will result in additional bans, up to and including permanent IP blocking and further countermeasures as necessary. If you are cast into the void, you are expected to stay there.

Data Retention and Account Deletion

If you choose to delete your account, most of your data will be erased from public view. However, certain records may be retained for legal, security, or administrative purposes. This is not a sinister plot---just standard practice in the realm of digital record-keeping. Know that the void remembers, even when you do not. The ability to delete your account automatically is still chained in one of the subdungeons enduring rigorous torture testing and will be available at a future time. At the moment, please submit all requests for deletion in writing via the Summoning Form, indicating "Data & Account Deletion Summoning" in the Ritual Intent Dropdown.

Note: Failure to indicate whether you wish for your data and/or account to be deleted within the form message block will result in the deletion of both.

Comment Deletion and The Eternal Record of Your Folly

    1. The Permanence of Your Words (With a Brief, Unreliable Window of Mercy)

Let us be abundantly, horrifyingly clear: Comments cannot be deleted.

However—and this is the only grace you will receive—you may edit your comment for a brief, fleeting period after posting it. Currently, this window is set to allow editing for a limited time after submission.

This editing window exists solely at the discretion and whimsical fancy of the Supreme Leader Hierophant of The Voidspire Consortium, Scott Savino.

It may be extended. It may be shortened. It may be removed entirely without warning, explanation, or the courtesy of advance notice. It is currently two (2) full hours.

Do not rely upon it—physically, spiritually, emotionally, regrettably, or otherwise. Do not structure your existence around its presence. If you schedule a meeting with this feature at the bar for drinks, know that it will text you repeatedly insisting it's "five minutes away" before ghosting you entirely. It is fundamentally unreliable. It is a flake of cosmic proportions.

Understand that the inclusive policy of scottsavino.com LLC—and all of its holdings, intellectual property, whispered subsidiaries, and nightmare offspring (including but not limited to anusguru.com, voidspirecult.com, scottsavino.com, and any unnamed entities existing as subsidiaries past, present, or future across this timeline, outside this timeline, and yes, even beyond the laws and physics of this dimension and/or universe)—dictates that any comment you submit becomes the physical and intellectual property of scottsavino.com LLC from the moment you decide to post a comment.

The ability to edit your words after the fact is a temporary kindness. Nothing more. It could evaporate like morning mist at any moment, leaving you stranded with whatever foolishness you've committed to the record.

In the plainest terms possible: Do not say anything you may wish to unsay. You may or may not have the brief opportunity to retract your words, but once that window closes—and it will close—they will live on in infamy forever.

During this editing period (if it exists when you post), you may:

            • Correct spelling and grammatical errors
            • Clarify your thoughts
            • Add additional context
            • Delete your comment entirely (only during the editing window)

You may not edit:

            • Your name
            • Your email address
            • Your website URL

After the Editing Window: True Permanence

Once the timer expires—which it will, with the inexorable certainty of entropy itself—your comment becomes permanent. Immutable. Eternal. Set in digital stone.

What You May Do: The Coward's Path

While deletion is forbidden, we offer you a slim mercy—redaction. You may choose to remove your name from any comment you've made, thereby severing the public connection between your identity and your regrettable utterance.

However, understand this: Such an act of cowardice does not go unnoticed.

When you redact your name from a comment, the system will replace your username with one of several... colorful alternatives, including but not limited to:

            • [Cowardly Cultist Redacted]
            • [Pussy Redacted Username]
            • [Unconfident Username Redacted]
            • [Redacted User Hides Shit Originally Said With Full Chest]
            • And several other dozens of variations, each more delightfully mortifying than the last.

These replacements are randomized. You do not get to choose which scarlet letter adorns your abandoned words.

What Redaction Does NOT Do

Redacting your name does not:

            • Remove the comment from public view
            • Erase it from search engines that have already indexed it
            • Delete it from the database
            • Free you from the knowledge that you said it
            • Absolve you of the cosmic responsibility for having inflicted your opinion upon the world

The comment remains. Forever. Attributed to a redacted coward, yes—but visible, searchable, quotable, and eternally preserved in the amber of internet permanence.

Why This Cruelty?

As clearly stated in Section IV (Ownership of Content and Intellectual Property), any content you post on this website becomes the property of scottsavino.com LLC, scottsavino.com the website and most importantly, Scott Savino. This includes comments, reviews, critiques, compliments, threats, confessions, and ill-advised attempts at humor.

By posting a comment, you grant an irrevocable, perpetual, worldwide license for that content to exist on this platform.

You chose to speak. The Void listened. And the Void does not forget.

Your Rights Under Data Protection Laws

We are aware of—and compliant with—various data protection regulations including GDPR, CCPA, and similar frameworks. You have the right to:

            • View all data we hold about you
            • Delete your account entirely
            • Request deletion of personal information, including your email, phone number, profile details, and any other identifiable data
            • Export your data in a readable format

However: Comments are considered published content, not personal data. They are works you have voluntarily contributed to a public forum. As such, they fall under editorial and intellectual property rights, not data portability or erasure rights.

Think of it this way: A letter to the editor of a newspaper cannot be "taken back" once published, even if you regret writing it. Neither can your comment.

Legal Indemnification and Your Responsibilities

By posting any comment, you acknowledge and agree to the following:

              1. You are solely responsible for the content of your comments. scottsavino.com and Scott Savino are not liable for anything you choose to say.
              2. You indemnify and hold harmless scottsavino.com, Scott Savino, and any associated entities from any claims, damages, losses, or legal actions arising from your comments.
              3. You acknowledge that scottsavino.com is under no obligation to remove, edit, or moderate your comments except in cases of illegal content, direct threats, or violations of applicable law.
              4. You understand that choosing to redact your name from a comment is entirely voluntary, and that doing so subjects you to public identification as someone who lacked the fortitude to stand behind their words.
              5. You accept that if your comment violates the law, we may be required to provide your information to authorities, regardless of whether you've redacted your username.

Let us be exceptionally, cosmically, horrifyingly clear about what redaction does and does not accomplish:

a. The Illusion of Anonymity (Or: How You Cannot Hide From The All-Seeing Administrative Void)

Redacting your username only hides your identity from other users of the website—those poor, innocent souls who scroll past your anonymous shame without knowing it was you who posted that regrettable take about pineapple on pizza at 3 AM.

However, it does not—cannot—hide you from us. Nor from the long, bureaucratic arm of whatever authority comes knocking with a court order, a warrant, and the deeply inconvenient power of legal compulsion.

Your identity remains fully visible within our secure administrative backend, illuminated like a specimen pinned beneath eldritch light. Forever. Indefinitely. Until the heat death of the universe, the dissolution of scottsavino.com LLC, or the awakening of Great Varoth—that colossal serpent from beyond dimensional veils, slumbering in his ancient lair beneath the desert sands of Qatar where the Voidspire Consortium Compound lies hidden amongst forgotten caves—whichever comes first.

The eyes of the Consortium see all. Even what you wish unseen.

b. You Still Own Your Mistakes (Even When You Don't Own The Content)

Ah, the beautiful, terrible irony of it all.

By posting any images, words, media, or other uploaded content to this website or any of the many tentacled holdings of scottsavino.com LLC, you relinquish ownership of said content to the aforementioned legally established business entity, duly recognized by the State of Florida and whispered about in the darker corners of the internet.

But here's the delicious twist, dear Unboundling: You remain fully, inescapably, eternally accountable for any and all nonsense you have chosen to gift us through the simple act of clicking "Post Comment."

Transferring ownership does not transfer liability. It's like selling someone a cursed amulet—sure, they own it now, but you're the one who dug it up from the ancient burial ground. The consequences? Still yours.

You created it. You posted it. You unleashed it upon the world like some mad scientist cackling in a lightning-struck tower. The fallout? That's all you, baby.

Furthermore—and do pay attention, this part is important—even in the event that your account is completely deleted (whether by you in a fit of digital self-immolation, by Voidspire Hierophant Scott Savino in a rare moment of administrative housekeeping, by one of his many lowly and either poorly compensated or entirely uncompensated administrative wretches, or by an honest-to-gods act of Divine Intervention), your content can still be traced back to you for legal purposes.

The administrative backend is secure. The records are permanent. They exist in a realm beyond mortal deletion, archived in databases that would make the Library of Alexandria weep with envy.

You will know what you said. We will know what you said. We will know you said it. The timestamp will know. The IP address will know. The very fabric of our server infrastructure will know.

Indefinitely. Forever. Ad infinitum. Even if no one else on the visible, public-facing side of the website has the faintest clue it was you.

c. On Conduct, Compliance, and Reluctant Cooperation With The Mortal Authorities

Do not be racist. This should go without saying, but apparently it must be said, so here we are.

You may post incendiary or trolling commentary—this is, after all, a place for robust, occasionally unsettling, and delightfully chaotic discourse. We encourage spirited debate. We welcome the exchange of uncomfortable ideas. We thrive on a certain level of controlled pandemonium.

However—and this is critical—do not post it so frequently or viciously that you upset other users to the point where you devolve into a pariah. A cautionary tale. A username spoken in hushed, horrified whispers. The kind of person who forces us to take action.

We wish to curate and cultivate a chaotic peace—a beautiful, writhing balance of creative madness and functional civility. If you threaten that fragile equilibrium, if you become the ouroboros that devours its own tail and threatens to consume the entire comment section with it, action will be taken. Possibly with extreme prejudice.

Above all: DO NOT say or post anything that violates local, state, or federal laws.

This is not a suggestion. This is not a guideline. This is a commandment etched in digital stone by forces far more powerful and considerably more litigious than the Consortium itself—and infinitely more patient than Great Varoth, who waits coiled beneath the ancient caves of Qatar, watching, listening, hungering.

Listen carefully, my precious, misguided Unboundling:

We do not want to cooperate with the authorities. We harbor no love for bureaucracy, subpoenas, or the heavy tread of legal obligation. We do not wish to speak with the little piggies who say "oink, oink, oink" and wave their badges around like they're starring in a procedural drama no one asked for.

We will resist. We will delay. We will invoke every legal protection, technicality, and bureaucratic loophole available to mortal entities operating within the boundaries of U.S. law. We will refuse to comply for as long as legally permissible, possibly while muttering darkly about government overreach and the surveillance state.

But—and this is a very important "but"—the moment a court order or warrant is presented to us?

The very instant a judge's signature appears on official legal letterhead?

We are selling your demonic derrière up the river and singing like a goddamn canary on opening night at the opera.

We will cooperate so hard it'll make your head spin. We'll hand over your information so fast you'll think we had it pre-packaged and gift-wrapped with a little bow on top. We will become the most helpful, forthcoming, enthusiastically compliant witnesses the legal system has ever seen.

Why? Because we are a legally established corporation with absolutely zero interest in becoming an accessory to whatever nonsense you've gotten yourself into.

Make no mistake: Regardless of who owns the content, if you created it, any legal repercussions will be passed onward and outward—directly, unerringly, inevitably back to you like a cursed boomerang returning to strike its original thrower.

We will provide your name, email, IP address, timestamps, device information, browser fingerprint, the phase of the moon when you posted, and any other data requested by lawful authority. We will do so promptly, thoroughly, and without hesitation or remorse.

You are responsible for what you post. Not us. Not the Consortium. Not Great Varoth, slumbering in his digital depths. Not the administrative wretches who merely tend the servers.

You.

Act accordingly, or face the consequences of your own making.

The Void may be infinite, but its patience is not.

A Final Warning:

If you say something stupid, it will live forever.

If you say something cruel, it will live forever.

If you say something brilliant, congratulations—it will also live forever, and you'll actually want credit for it.

The moral of this subsection is simple: Speak carefully. The internet is not a rough draft. It is not a passing thought scribbled in the margin. It is a permanent record, and this website takes that permanence seriously.

If you are uncomfortable with this arrangement, you are welcome to refrain from commenting.

But know this: Silence, too, is a choice. And in the Voidspire Consortium, we notice those who choose it.

VII. Disclaimers and Liability

By entering this sanctum, you acknowledge that scottsavino.com exists for entertainment purposes only. Nothing here should be taken as professional, legal, medical, or existential advice. If you summon something unspeakable, that’s on you.

We Claim No Responsibility For:

    • The pictures you found in the shoebox of your mother's closet. You know the ones. They were meant for your father. Not for you.
    • Nightmares, strange voices, obsessive compulsions to indulge in public masturbation.
    • Sleepless nights, existential crises, or lingering dread.
    • Sudden urges to summon demons or eldritch horrors.
    • Portals to Hell opened via hyperlinks.
    • Rats mysteriously appearing in your walls.
    • Strange whispers at 3 a.m. urging you to commit unspeakable acts.
    • Social embarrassment resulting from poorly chosen words immortalized by me.
    • Any loss, damage, or personal ruin resulting from your participation on this site.

No Guarantee of Availability

I may take this site down, break it, alter it, abandon it, or cause it to spontaneously combust at any time, with or without notice. I owe you nothing. If you depend on this site for your well-being, seek help.

Third-Party Content and Links

If you follow a link to an external site and it leads you somewhere unspeakable, that’s on you, too. I have no control over third-party content, nor do I endorse, verify, or take responsibility for what lurks beyond the void. Proceed at your own risk.

Commitment and Ritual Compliance

In addition to the standard disclaimers noted above, you must also accept the metaphysical and spiritual ramifications of your presence here: namely this: you have joined a cult---specifically, The Voidspire Consortium, an assemblage of willing acolytes bound to the will of Varoth, and helmed by Scott Savino, Hierophant of the Thrallites and Cantankerous Will-Master of this digital sanctum.

By continuing to exist within this domain, or by the act of creating an account---particularly one forged (whether intentionally or otherwise) in pursuit of the free tome titled "Scott Savino's 7 Sinister Secrets: A 7 Part Masterclass In Deviance & Trickery With Absolutely No 8th Secret" tied to the Thrice-Sworn Concord: Free eBook Terms and Conditions---you acknowledge that your servitude is neither accidental nor coerced. You were asked, explicitly and repeatedly, to agree to these Terms of Service, the Privacy Policy, and any other infernal codices provided.

You have nodded. You have clicked. You have sworn.

You have affirmed this expectation of eternal servitude no fewer than three distinct times during the ritual act of account creation, by logging into said account, or by downloading any free content (though, truthfully, we’ve stopped counting and it’s quite likely you’ve consented even more than that.) By reading the text of these Terms of Service, you have already encountered this declaration twice. That you have not read these statements is not our concern. The burden of comprehension lies with those agreeing to accept the Terms of Service or Privacy Policy.

Further: to obtain the book and then delete your account, slinking back into the murk as though nothing transpired, is super shitty behavior, dude. We of the Voidspire Consortium are an Honest and Decent Assortment of Evil Ne'er-Do-Wells and do not condone any trickery whatsoever. We would never fool you into doing anything against your will. Not ever. If this was your path, we respectfully request the return of our sacred tome. Send your device with its ill begotten text to us at our mailing address, post haste. Otherwise, we reserve the right to consider your actions as not only a breach of terms---but a betrayal of trust. Bad form, you scallywag. The void does not forget.

Should you feel unsettled by these terms, good. That means phase one of the plan is working.

Your use of this site is undertaken at your own peril. Proceed wisely.

VIII. Changes to These Terms

These terms are fluid—like the waters of Twilight Cove—and may change whenever I see fit. You shall be informed through one of the following methods:

    • A letter left discreetly on your pillow, placed there as you sleep.
      (Such a lovely dreamer...)
    • An email, sent without fanfare.

Your continued use of this sanctum shall constitute your agreement with these changes. If this unsettles you… good.

Changes take effect immediately upon posting. It is your responsibility to review these terms periodically. Ignorance is no defense, and the void does not accept excuses.

IX. Governing Law

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law
(unless Florida or U.S. law says otherwise.)

These terms are bound by both the ancient and unfathomable decrees etched into the eternal pages of the Esoteric Doctrine of Penumbra and the legal framework of the mortal realm—specifically, the laws of the State of Florida, United States. Should conflict arise between the two, the court system of Florida shall take precedence...for now.

Binding Arbitration and Dispute Resolution

Any legal disputes, claims, or grievances arising from your use of scottsavino.com shall be resolved through binding arbitration, rather than in court. This means:

    • You waive your right to sue in a courtroom or participate in class-action lawsuits.
    • Arbitration will take place in Florida, in accordance with Florida law.
    • Each party shall bear their own legal costs unless otherwise required by law.
    • The Arbitrator’s decision will be final and enforceable.

Limitation of Claims

Should you feel compelled to take legal action (foolish mortal that you are), you must do so within one (1) year from the date of the event that gave rise to the claim. After that, your right to bring a claim shall be lost to the sands of time and Varoth’s eternal slumber.

The Wrath of the Void

To defy these laws is to tempt annihilation, and while Varoth will not rise for your petty insolence, you will not escape the consequences of your betrayal. The Unboundlings, your Brothers, Sisters, and Others within the sacred Voidspire Consortium, and I, Scott Savino, Hierophant of the Thrallites, will ensure swift and inventive retribution. Perhaps the flaying chamber will claim your flesh, feeding it to the sacred vermin who dwell therein. Perhaps you will find yourself bound and delivered to the Everglades, abandoned forever or until such a time as you are discovered by the hunger of the gators who neither question nor forgive... whichever happens first.

But let this be clear: all that we do, even in vengeance, is to preserve the sanctity of Varoth’s dreams. Let not your foolishness jeopardize his eternal slumber, for the serpent rises only once—and when he does, there will be nothing left to rise for.

By blood you clicked, your oath now sealed,
A pact in shadows, dark revealed.
Our terms, engraved in crimson script,
Will bind you hence until death's kiss.

Within view of thy watchful eyes, by remaining in this wretched dominion I acknowledge that I agree to this Codex of Rules, Regulations and Expectations of Conduct and shall abide by them. I do so in the hope of securing the favor of Varoth! Omryn Zamon!

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