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A Dramatic and Heartfelt Goodbye
Dedicated to my mom, who would cry if she knew how much I play this game
Table of Contents:
I. All You Really Need to Know
II. Explanation
III. Timing
IV. Melodramatic and Cheesey Confession
V. Appology
VI. Bizzare Lie
VII. Shoutouts
VIII. Anecdote With Questionable Relevance
IX. List of Important Symbolism in this Post
X. Closing Arguments
I. All You Really Need to Know:
I am leaving Cripples for my old squad Pallies.
II. Explanation:
Very few people have a squad in SS they call home. Most people usually bump around from squad to squad trying to fit in where they can. Many of you guys found your home in Cripples, which is great. I found my home long ago in pallies, and that's great too. Despite all of the perks of being a cripple, it's time for me to go home. They need me back there.
III. Timing:
I've been waiting a month for the match today against Diso. Awhile back I decided that it was a good note to leave on, win or lose, and I decided to stick around for the match. I'm a baser at heart, and though I try not to take this game seriously on any level, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited for the game today. The current cripples lineup is the only crew able to beat diso right now, and I wanted to be in on that shit. There will be a lot of matches between the two squads throughout the season, but if I justified staying for those, I would be here for the remainder of the season.
IV. Melodramatic and Cheesey Confession:
I left pallies in the first place because I wanted to sow my wild oats... get out there in the world. When I got the chance to play for cripples it was a pretty quick decision. One thing I forgot while playing on cripples is how much everyone on the outside of the crew wants to be a part of it. When I first joined, it felt like I was being let into some weird Mason's Brotherhood. It's ridiculous for me to be flying along side the people on this roster. I haven't been playing this game very long, so it was decidely kickass playing with the people I grew up respecting in SS. I know some of you guys are jaded old vets, and I'm sorry for that. You'll never get as excited as I was playing with most of the names on this squad. It was a hell of a ride for me.
V. Appology:
Sorry to leave you guys high and dry, and I'm sorry if this seems like a surprise. I emailed Louis and let him know that I'd be taking off a few days ago. He respectfully agreed to keep it on the down-low since it would be otherwise awkward for my last few days.
VI. Bizzare Lie:
I am allergic to the letter C.
VII. Shoutouts:
Thanks to:
Ephemeral, for asking me to join.
Wix, for not firing me when it seemed like a smart thing to do.
Louis, for laughing at all my jokes.
VIII. Anecdote With Questionable Relevance:
There was a baseball played named Pete. Pete only had one leg, but he was determined to make it to the major leagues. He knew that he could never be a runner, so he practiced hitting the ball out of the park every morning. He got to the point that he was so good in the minor leagues that he was able to hit the ball out of the park once every two times at bat. The major league scouts looked into him due to his eye-popping stats, but they all frowned when they saw his one-legged disposition. All of the major leage teams declined on adding pete to their roster, except one. One team decided to take a chance on Pete, and they gave him a uniform. Pete played his first major league game later that month with the world's press watching. He struck out every time he went up to the plate with one last chance at bat. The crowd was jeering at him as he stepped up to the plate. His team was down by one, and nobody was on base. What his team needed was a homerun. Pete stepped up, stared the pitcher in the eye, and marked the fastball coming toward him. He ripped a healthy swing, and heard the crack of contact. For a split second, Pete was in heaven. Then he saw that the ball was a base hit under usual circumstances, but a sure-out for a one-legged man. Pete feebly hopped toward first base, but tripped and fell to the amusement of the crowd. A witty ball player from the other team approached the crumpled-up Pete with the ball and mockingly tagged him out with much encouragement from the crowd. Pete hobbled off the field with his spirits crushed. But did he quit? Yes, they never let him play ball again, and to this day he sits on the side of Interstate 80 and yells at cars when they drive by.
The End.
IX. List of Important Symbolism in this Post:
warbird = hope
white = innocence
moon = change
smoking = unhealthy
money = desire
staples = bindage
X. Closing Arguments:
To all the cripples who have found their home, thanks for letting me stay. To all the cripples who have not found their home, good luck. It was a fun ride. See you filthy bitches in SS.
oh the memories...A Dramatic and Heartfelt Goodbye
Dedicated to my mom, who would cry if she knew how much I play this game
Table of Contents:
I. All You Really Need to Know
II. Explanation
III. Timing
IV. Melodramatic and Cheesey Confession
V. Appology
VI. Bizzare Lie
VII. Shoutouts
VIII. Anecdote With Questionable Relevance
IX. List of Important Symbolism in this Post
X. Closing Arguments
I. All You Really Need to Know:
I am leaving Cripples for my old squad Pallies.
II. Explanation:
Very few people have a squad in SS they call home. Most people usually bump around from squad to squad trying to fit in where they can. Many of you guys found your home in Cripples, which is great. I found my home long ago in pallies, and that's great too. Despite all of the perks of being a cripple, it's time for me to go home. They need me back there.
III. Timing:
I've been waiting a month for the match today against Diso. Awhile back I decided that it was a good note to leave on, win or lose, and I decided to stick around for the match. I'm a baser at heart, and though I try not to take this game seriously on any level, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited for the game today. The current cripples lineup is the only crew able to beat diso right now, and I wanted to be in on that shit. There will be a lot of matches between the two squads throughout the season, but if I justified staying for those, I would be here for the remainder of the season.
IV. Melodramatic and Cheesey Confession:
I left pallies in the first place because I wanted to sow my wild oats... get out there in the world. When I got the chance to play for cripples it was a pretty quick decision. One thing I forgot while playing on cripples is how much everyone on the outside of the crew wants to be a part of it. When I first joined, it felt like I was being let into some weird Mason's Brotherhood. It's ridiculous for me to be flying along side the people on this roster. I haven't been playing this game very long, so it was decidely kickass playing with the people I grew up respecting in SS. I know some of you guys are jaded old vets, and I'm sorry for that. You'll never get as excited as I was playing with most of the names on this squad. It was a hell of a ride for me.
V. Appology:
Sorry to leave you guys high and dry, and I'm sorry if this seems like a surprise. I emailed Louis and let him know that I'd be taking off a few days ago. He respectfully agreed to keep it on the down-low since it would be otherwise awkward for my last few days.
VI. Bizzare Lie:
I am allergic to the letter C.
VII. Shoutouts:
Thanks to:
Ephemeral, for asking me to join.
Wix, for not firing me when it seemed like a smart thing to do.
Louis, for laughing at all my jokes.
VIII. Anecdote With Questionable Relevance:
There was a baseball played named Pete. Pete only had one leg, but he was determined to make it to the major leagues. He knew that he could never be a runner, so he practiced hitting the ball out of the park every morning. He got to the point that he was so good in the minor leagues that he was able to hit the ball out of the park once every two times at bat. The major league scouts looked into him due to his eye-popping stats, but they all frowned when they saw his one-legged disposition. All of the major leage teams declined on adding pete to their roster, except one. One team decided to take a chance on Pete, and they gave him a uniform. Pete played his first major league game later that month with the world's press watching. He struck out every time he went up to the plate with one last chance at bat. The crowd was jeering at him as he stepped up to the plate. His team was down by one, and nobody was on base. What his team needed was a homerun. Pete stepped up, stared the pitcher in the eye, and marked the fastball coming toward him. He ripped a healthy swing, and heard the crack of contact. For a split second, Pete was in heaven. Then he saw that the ball was a base hit under usual circumstances, but a sure-out for a one-legged man. Pete feebly hopped toward first base, but tripped and fell to the amusement of the crowd. A witty ball player from the other team approached the crumpled-up Pete with the ball and mockingly tagged him out with much encouragement from the crowd. Pete hobbled off the field with his spirits crushed. But did he quit? Yes, they never let him play ball again, and to this day he sits on the side of Interstate 80 and yells at cars when they drive by.
The End.
IX. List of Important Symbolism in this Post:
warbird = hope
white = innocence
moon = change
smoking = unhealthy
money = desire
staples = bindage
X. Closing Arguments:
To all the cripples who have found their home, thanks for letting me stay. To all the cripples who have not found their home, good luck. It was a fun ride. See you filthy bitches in SS.