The Deep Champs.

[Obama]

Advertisements pop up around Meranthe.

"HELLO MY NAME IS OBLITERATION, EMMISARY OF DESPAIR, EXTENSION OF THE DEEP ONES HATRED. ME AND MY GOOD PAL WRA'GUL HAVE BEEN THINKING LATELY. WOULDN'T IT BE MIGHTY INTERESTING TO SPEAK TO SOME OF THE LOSERS WE ARE GOING TO EVENTUALLY PUT IN THE DIRT IN A STERILE ENVIROMENT WHILE SPREADING THE WORD OF MORI?"
"SO THIS GOES OUT TO ALL WHO WISH TO SAY SOMETHING ABOUT US, TO US OR LEARN. SEND ME A LETTER (Xanaxa) OBLITERATION, I WILL GET WITH WRA'GUL AND SET UP THE STAGE FOR SUCH CONVERSATIONS. HOWEVER YOU MUST AGREE TO SUCH THINGS BEING PUBICALLY PUBLISHED FOR ALL TO SEE." 
"ALTHOUGH I DOUBT SOME PLACES WILL LET THESE WOVEN WORDS OF ENROACHING DESPAIR STAY UP, FOR THOSE WHO ARE NOT BRAINWASHED BY THE PATHETIC HOPEFUL HUMAN SOCITIES IT WILL  BE A LEARNING EXPRIENCE AND PERHAPS POSSIBLE ENTERTAINMENT." 
"IF YOU CANT SEND A LETTER FEEL FREE TO REACH ME BY RADIOACTIVE MIND RAYS. I ACCIDENTALLY ATE AN OLD BARSBURGIAN PAGER AS AN IMP AND IT HAS NOT LEFT MY SYSTEM. THEREFORE I CAN CORDINATE ON THERE AS WELL. (Punished "Venom" Dimitri#1488)" 
"EITHER WAY, COME EAGER AND UNARMED. DRINK WITH US AND TALK. YOU MIGHT COME OUT ENLIGHTENED OR ANGRY. BUT I PROMISE YOU NO MATTER WHAT YOU WILL BE LEAVING AT THE VERY LEAST ENTERTAINED."