Beware the mobs of people who haste to shed blood,
The violent hordes who pillage and plunder,
The humans who learn nothing of manhood and responsibility,
But choose to adorn themselves in the most ridiculous clothes and dyes,
And even deny their true nature as I created them to be.

Thus saith the Creator, I will not abide such hatred,
Nay, nor will I abide such wanton silliness.
Your cruelty and hatred I abhor,
Upon your roving mindless bands I place on you
The Curse of the Orc.

You choose to mar your natural beauty with dyes and gluttony?
Fret not, saith the Creator, I shall strip your beauty without remedy.
Your hair you shall lose, and your ears shall be pointed.
Yea, even your noses and eyes shall be misshapen.

You choose to slay your children in the womb and deny your true gender?
You have chosen, saith the Creator, and I shall aid you.
Your ability to reproduce shall be stripped from you,
And you shall be neither male nor female.

You desire power above all else, and to harm the innocent?
Very well, saith the Creator, I shall give you strength.
Strength shall you have, but your capacity for love and mercy shall vanish.

All who see you roving in such bands shall attack you for your hideousness.
You shall be cast from decent society until you are cut off from the earth.
I will not avenge you when you are killed from the earth by man or beast.
In fact, I authorize your deaths, for you have chosen the path of the Orc.
I am the Creator, and I have spoken.