by Horatius Piscinus on Tue Jul 22, 2008 10:07 pm
Salvete
I know this is old, but I have just come upon it. Put all the suspicions aside. Nothing happened. Sylla took a job with a steel company, lives in Arizona, and has a blog where he rants politics in the Rush Limbaugh style of not knowing and not caring of things he speaks, and his only other interest is a fascination for these two little girls who lipsynch at youtube. Of course he always did have a thing for little girls. Like the time I caught him trying to lure a sixteen year old to his appartment, or the time I caught him trying to lure a fourteen year old. You remember Lupini how one could sit in the chat room, observing, and never reveal your presence to others. Of course there was the other incident where he did entice a seventeen year old with false promising. I got an impression on how that turned out, but she wouldn't talk about it. Then there were those close associates who were regularly at Sylla's house to witness his taste for themselves. One now lives in Columbus, less than two-hours from me. We've spoke a few times. But then, of course, there was Sylla himself, drugged on pain pills after his liposuction left him a thin 400 pounds, and he was in such pain, before slowly drifting in drug induced stupor, just chatting away, as he did so like to chat, with me, a very good listerner, one trained in interrogation techniques, as a certain so-called porn film producer learned upon our first contact, and thus offered me to lead his "secret police". Well, things did not quite turn out as he thought.
BTW today, when I issued an edictum recognizing Marius' good work in Nova Roma, I also issued an edictum on Sylla. His reprimand also expired today. Thus, tongue in cheek, my arm twisted, but no more so than my face, I offered limited praise for Sylla, too.
Valete
M Horatius Piscinus
Sapere aude!