Glaumring was a delusional, insane old man with a persecution complex. He couldn't handle the fact that people didn't care enough about him to actually want to persecute him. Talk about paranoia...
Really, we all just wanted him to go away, but he kept on popping up again and again like some kind of crazed whack-a-mole. We tried to ignore him, but he wouldn't let us. As soon as we thought the coast was clear, he'd jump up in our face screaming about how we couldn't keep him down forever, or how bloodmoon fruit was the secret to life, the universe, and everything.
I have no idea who you were sharing all this rp with. In all my years of being in SA, I never heard 90% of that stuff you just rambled about.
