I've come to set the record straight. To tell the legend of Soupie (not to be confused with Soupy) so that his great deeds will not be lost to the ravages of time..
it was in the early days, before houses and towers crowded the landscape, when Soupie became acquainted with the Imperium. A young and eager sprout was he, merely a child, fresh to the world, but a man in those days. (we welcomed him to join us on our voip server)
His strategy was simple. Stab, stab, stab. repeat. He was lightning fast and with the singular focus of a psychopath he slaughtered indiscriminately.
I met him outside Fabernum, it was a beautiful spring morning. A peaceful Khurite was drinking water from the stream, before he could react Soupie was upon him STAB, STAB, STAB!! dark blood colored the stream red.
A travelling monk passing on the road stopped to pet his horse. "excuse me but is this the right way to Tindr... STAB, STAB, STAB!! his head erupts in an explosion of gore from Soupie's spear.
and on and on it continued this way, the calm innocence of the virgin lands penetrated by Soupie's spear and everywhere I looked around Fabernum I heard the screams and cries of anguish as townsfolk cradled the corpses of their loved ones.
One man did this? Soupie was the terror of Fabernum, singlehandedly slaughtering an entire town and his thirst for blood only grew stronger. I watchd in fascination and horror as he continued his reign of terror, as if stabbing people in the face was all he knew.
We never recruited Soupie into AI, I don't remember the conversation we had exactly but it was clear that he was too much chaos. It wasn't personal, I liked the guy but he would sooner stab you in the face than even know your name. Perhaps this was what made him so terrifying.
This was all before he was famous. It was the incident around the very first house of Nave that made Soupie a legend.
For some reason a wealthy man decided to place his proud new home in the heart of Soupies favorite killing territory outside of Fabernum.
Maybe he didn't notice the corpses and gore strewn all over the trees. The blood red hue of the babbling brook. Oblivious to the signs this wealthy man (forgot his name) built his home.
A small crowd gathered as he spoke "I proudly present to you the very first personal house of Nave, here is the key, I am the proud home owne..... STAB STAB STAB!!! blood splattered the door of the new house and once again bodies piled up as Soupie systematically slaughtered everything that breathes or moves. He took the key and the house, proclaiming them as his own. Then a long drama that carried into the forums about ownership, property, houses ensued.... but that is another story.
