[sub]this will suck, but I need the silly steam hole. And now, my piece entitled:[/sub]
FUCKING ASSHOLE TWINK!
Yes, you were an asshole and a stupid one at that. You merrily ignore any idea of role playing (you know, that thing where you pretend you have a personality? Oh, wait, you can’t do that IRL, much less act a new one out…sorry, I digress.) You ignore actual game playing to roll dice and hurt other characters to make your dick feel big. (Can’t do that IRL either, eh?)
And yet, you, with your 47 health levels bitch like a flea ridden whore who spent her pimps money on crack when an owl is sent after you by one of your own damn kind! Another werewolf wanted to pull you off a human who is so non combat ready its not even funny and you bitch about an unfair advantage and turn and run? My baby little character took your fucking twinking in stride and took her beating. Yes, by your rules you killed her out, but she played her character to the end of it. Take your licks like a dog, man.
And a bird aims for you, in your biggest, baddest wolf form and you whine that you can outrun it? When the force of friction makes moving painful? uh-huh. What happened to taking on helpless creatures, or is a beak too much for you? That bird did four agg to your pansy, cowardly “I can dish it but not take it” fuzz brained self. And you question how it can touch you? I’ll answer, it is flying at about 35 m/s and you are on fire, bitch. (Good birdie.)
I am grateful you are such a prick though. The ST moderating the combat hated you from the second time you opened your sickly mewling little mouth. She did some talking and called the combat because you refused to admit that your character couldn’t instantly cover 25m of ground. Way to go, fuck nut. Head for the easy kill by cheating. You could have killed me out, easily. My new character has no combat skills. You could have out run her from the start and cut her down, fair as fair, if you were a half way decent bloodthirsty mongrel. However you would have had to face two of your own furry kind and another Mage, close up and personal. But if you were truly playing the game, playing your character, big and bad and mean, would you run from a fight like that? You could have gotten the other wolves to help you, it would have been three combat oriented chars on two humans.
If you had played the fucking game I’d be dead and you’d be fine. But you just got the embarrassment of having an ST tell you to stop twinking and play. All your effort to randomly fuck up a nice game and all those around you are fine.
And better yet. I know who you are. And my character hates you. She’s not strong, but she will be. And I will hunt you down and piss you off, and when your over muscled, ugly, hairy ass bears down on me I will alter less than a cubic inch of cells and cut your spinal cord. You can have a fucking blast playing a quadriplegic combat char. It won’t even take me that long to get that good. That’s an easy effect with low difficulty, because no one will be able to pin it on me and no one will see anything happen.
Want to see role playing? Your top vertebra (or do you not know that word either?) will suddenly develop a layer of bone where once the vital layer of spinal cord was. You will no longer be able to feel your feet or arms or anything lower than the point where your brain sends out a tentacle to control your body. Any ideas of self controlled motion fail and your unbalanced frame crashes to the earth. You defecate yourself as you muscles, void of any orders, relax. Air, precious oxygen, leaks from your body as your diaphragm releases itself to uncontrolled oblivion. But you’re not dead, your mind continues for a few moments, and sees this state of your once powerful form.
And your sniveling, puss filled, hate filled, useless mass will lie in the dirt, your little mind unable to send the smallest of messages to anything below the nape of your neck. And all your claws and fortitude and whatever will do you no damn good. I hope the ground smells nice for your death when my English teacher takes you down.
- There. I feel much better. This is related to a game and if you are unfamiliar, don’t worry about it. The reality is that in the week or so it will take me to get what I need to smack this putz, someone else will have done it for me. Unless he’s better at weaseling than even I estimate him to be. And then I might get lucky.*
[sub]Nowhere in here do I intend to offend people with small dicks, flea ridden whores, hairy people, or imply that quadriplegics are useless. This player doesn’t have the brains to operate without combat abilities and has problems even doing that. I maintain that this particular individual will suffer a great loss when reduced to only his mind.[/sub]