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[Jul. 12th, 2005|05:04 am] |
First, introductions:
Taco used to lag cast standing still imo
i was rr3 when NF came out
Instigation:
11 mlf guilds out of the 13 in the top 25 this week cheat..nice assumption LOL
Response:
Naproxin... does it bother you to know, that, I would truely, deeply, like to see your belly button scouped out of your gut with a sharpened spoon, and then, with my own hands, peel your entrails out of your body cavity, tie them like a gristly gore encrusted bow around your neck, and then pull them tight, until they either tear open, spilling the digested remains of your last meal all over your gasping, shrieking chest, or you strangle to death, first turning a brilliant red, then a deep shade purple, with me, lording over you the entire time, gazing into your eyes... waiting with anticipation for the moment the light goes out of them. That would be grand so see. For me, the pinnicale of delicious entertainment.
I'd enjoy watching you bounce off this mortal coil, reformed cheater or not, I'd pay hard currency for the chance to see the charnel. Cheaters are sub humans, and I'd have no problem if they were delt with. I'd sleep rather well actually. Hard to be sad for a dead rat.
Further Instigation:
only thing i have to say is wow you are a looser.. do you realize this is a game.. not life. i got a idea.. turn your computer off... get a job.. find a women (the prittyer the better) get laid..
Concerned Inerjection:
I'd much sooner imagine you screaming as some brute stuffed a sharpened rail road tie down your throat, as you sat handcuffed to a folding metal chair. The brute would stop pushing the sharpened rail road tie when he feels it hit the concreate floor, and yes, I do realize this would necessitate him ramming in not only through the entirety of you, but the chair as well.
PS: You are sub human, why should I care what you think about me - that's like worring if a cockroach thinks poorly of you? Someone call the Orkin man please.
Measured Response:
lol you sir have issues.. but like i said.. 3rd party programs only help the driver in rvr :-P. if you really think the only reason i have almost 4.5 million rps is because i used (3rd party programs) you sir have never played suport.. lol
Suport is a hard role my friend. Everyone wants you dead.. and you cant just run all the time.. you have to heal interupt and keep alive. there isnt a 3rd party program that helps you do this.
Yes my guilds in the past have been abit shady.. radar helps you find fights.. dosnt help you win them. (fyi radar dosnt help you in a tower. and 1/2 of my rps were from my camp guilds).
So like i said sir. go try to have fun. Stop trying to worrie about others and go get laid trust me once you do that you wont be worried (OMG HE USED TO RADAR. HE DOSNT DRIVE THE GROUP HE DOSNT DO ANY KIND OF CC... BAN HIS ACCOUNT!!!!)
Further Measured Response:
Every thing you have accomplished is meaningless.
You cheated and that negated everything - you are summerily wothless - devoid of any value whatsoever - as a human beign or as a DAoC player.
Any claims to skill, patience, timing, are moot - you are poisoned fruit, damaged goods, sub human, and unworthy of any merit, recognition, or even the privledge of continuing to breath - let alone continuing to play DAoC.
While, (sadly), distance, the reality of the legal system, logistics, and actual physics prevents me from actually carrying out your gristly and very bloody slaughter, nothing can stop me from sitting back, and imagining the sweet sweet symphony of your shrieks as you are vivisected with an industriel sized pair of tin sheers.
Quiet now... Shhhhh.... I can almost hear the crunching noise your ribs are making as the giant scissors slice you in twain. God... what a great piece of viceral imagery.
And:
hat is one idiots opinion. Most of the active rvr guilds.. MLF and galahad alike on hib.. hell even in alb want me to play there suport.. so.. hmm.. i dont cheat anymore but am still highly requested... hmmm crazyness isnt it..
and:
What fun is "life," when I can create vivid mental imagry of you, being slowly squashed - ooozing red like an overripe tomatoe - in a paper press. First the screams, then the crackling of bones and tendons snapping like dry twigs, then, the final, satisfying "gush" as all of your internal parts rupture.
If you would REALLY like to help me, you can, nestle your head in your open car door - near the hinges by the wheel well - and have a co-worker - preferably the 270lb guy that fixes the copier - kick the door as hard as they can. If you really really really want to help, you could have those surviving you PM me photos of the aftermath.
Do your self a favor bro.. get away from your computer :-) experience life..
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