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I am before the Guild Council.

I stand before them in a loincloth with no weapons on me. I have a large tattoo on my chest, mirroring the one on my hand I have in Wakeworld.
"What is a Chaos Assassin?"
"A Liar, A Thief, an Agent of Discord, A Priest, A Monk, A lover of Women."

"What does Nothing Is True Mean to you, O Chaos Monk?"

"Everything is a Lie. Of Course Some Things are true, but most of the utterances of our "benevolent" species are lies. We alone, apart from the animals engage in Denial and knowing lie to ourselves. For truth to be revealed, the layers of lies must be peeled back, and deprogramming must be deliberate, originating in the depths of the sould of the sentient."

Explain to us, your sould word.

The sould is the soul and the spirit, the dream and astral bodies, the energetic and etheric, and all the invisible body and minds.

You, dost thou proclaim thyself a Liar and Heretic?
Yes, my Lord. I proclaim myself liken unto a Pope!

Thou Heretic!
Yes, my Lord. Did you know that God is a woman, and his name is Eris?

Thou Agent of Discord, art thou an Orthodox Erisian?
O Eris, Goddess of Goddesses, blessed be her sexy name, her sexy legs and breasts,

That's enough, O Chaos Monk.
I do love Eris.

Yes. Well, Ominus Dominus, You're a Chaos Assassin whenever you are in our World. Praise Eris!

PRAISE ERIS!

I am in a archery/knife throwing range with targets hidden in the forest. Only an Assassin can see the targets. I focus on one target, hanging in a tree, an empty wasp nest. I pull a ring which projects a throwing knife into my hand. I point my arm at the wasp nest, and, with telekinesis throw the knife, spinning at the nest, then return it to my open hand like a yo-yo. I catch the wasp nest half.
Behind me is a diseased tree, heavy, and about to topple over and die. I add TK to a crossbow bolt to hit the tree and vibrate it until it falls over, then I return the bolt to me.
I throw two knives, one left and right at the same time, to hit two rocks hidden in small tree hollows. I throw what we call a Heavy Dagger into a huge rock, the tip buried in its face, and the blade sings as it wavers.
I plunge two short swords into two dead roots on the ground, then remove them, and leap up and cut off two dead branches in the trees above. I throw stars at two leaves, slicing them in half before they hit the ground. I land, and return my weapons to me.
Shadowtech steps out from behind a tree, clapping. He bows to me, then disappears.