This is the slightly edited, a little toned down version of the thread. We couldn't edit back in exactly what was orginally said, I couldn't bring myself to do it after I edited it the first time. But it stands as an example of to what happens when you make offensive comments, slam religion, and call God gay. If your motivations are to be disruptive, to use Sygil as your own platform to spew anti-religious crap, then this stands as the example of what will happen to your character. No, we aren't nice when it comes to shit like this. If you get out of control, if you become a power gamer, if you refuse to be a team player, we will deal with it... harshly...~Niv

"Listen, it's not that I don't like you it's just that I don't trust you. You're my banker Mr. Roling. You're nothing more than a person who handles my money. I don't believe I should show up in person just for your viewing pleasure. I do realize that my lack of a personal appearance can be a bit question proned. However, the feeling is mutual when you are never in your office because of a vacation or a prolonged lunch break," a deep, husky voice spat out over a cell phone.

It would seem that it was just business as usual. Nobody seemed to care about anything but money in the human world. Either it was sex for money or drugs for money human beings can't seem to get enough of the green stuff. One couldn't go anywhere in the human world and not find at least a couple of hundred people with different "get rich quick" schemes going on. Mr. Roling could be a proving point in this matter. This guy hounded people day and night about giving more money to his banking company so that stocks can sky rocket. Of course, the bank in question already had enough money to own their own city if the idea was worth it in some third world country. The love of money kept the CEOs and the stock holders searching for even more investments.

It was a common idea that sometimes a fallen angel had to expose himself for what he really was in order to gain success. Sure, exposing this type of information to human beings certainly isn't going to win over any "brownie points" with the head powers above and below but it certainly was a profitable business. This transaction was occuring in a rather empty spirits and drinking facility. At the time, there was a large man sitting on a bar stool within the bar itself sipping on a glass of Guinness and alternating between intoxication and a phone conversation. The man wore a black hooded jacket with the hood covering his head. The individual in question didn't even look up to the bartender when he ordered more rounds. This person seemed to not want his skin to be seen with their baggy blue jeans and black gloves that covered his hands. It was like this person didn't want a single amount of air to escape their body.

"Very well, I'll show up next time around. I will give you a warning though; no funny business. If that is all then I bid you farewell," the voice concluded before ending the conversation.