and thats mainly because your posting about this so called issue that is dirty elim talk, and so what you have a fucking ignore command use it you prick
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HTF <ER>> yes because i like 14 year old boys pretending to be female
Lance> Here is BCG's song
Social Lif> i bet u stole it fron utube >.>
HTF <ER>> thats what gets me hot
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So basically everyone in this thread has confirmed to me that it is ok to go around saying "EZ" and "newb" to everyone I come across. Calling people "EZ" is "competitive" apparently.
OK well today when I get on SS i'll be sure to troll around a bit and piss people off.
Afterall, looks like the general consensus is that no one has a problem with it, and in fact it is a GOOD and POSITIVE thing.
Alright everyone, no need for anymore replies, looks like the "people" have spoken.
And from now on i'll be sure to dissect every word of everyone's posts and take the most obscure interpretation of it, since that's what everyone has been doing to my posts.
EDIT: I can't believe the amount of flaming that took place against me considering all I recommended is that people just try to be less retarded towards one another...
You've dissected competitive from my post and assumed I was speaking as if shit talking was alright by me and the majority. The "this + that" thing I did was explaining why we have more immature players on TW. I said it's something that didn't just appear last year, the duel arenas have always had this problem. It is also one section of this game, I don't think we can atribute trash talking alone to the population drop because of that and because there are more then a few other factors that I can see. Shit talking is something that permeates comunication over the internet so there's nothing that you or I could do about it, just do your own thing and lead by example like I said and learn to ignore most of it on the game.
Have you guys noticed how many replies the whiny kid did?
And he must've viewed this thread countless of times to be updated and reply to everyone.
I think maybe the part where someone called him a newbie really hurt him...
Poor baby
DuelBot> You have defeated 'nessy' score: (20-11)
Nessy> i left for 3 years clean
Nessy> came back got on rampage, won twl, #1 in elim for 3 weeks, not even tryin, gg
1:King Baba> i know my name is King Baba, but you can call me Poseidon
I Luv Cook> I'll double penetrate your ass:/
Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean.
Why not start your story at the tender age of 4 when you first realised that the lack of loving by your mommy and your daddy, which btw was projected in insane amounts to the french poodle named Schnutzi, will have to be substitued by the extensive thumb-sucking and sobbing into your comfort-pillow, something that will stay with you all the way through your growing up. Tell us how you proceeded to fight against this monstrous creation called Life, and how every time when that mean little boy named Tommy kicked your barbiedolls you were playing with outside, you didn't want anything more than to run back crying to your mommy's skirts and have her gently caress your head telling you not to worry because: you are more precious than any treasure in this world, and you're oh so gentle like a spring flower growing on a snowy mountain side, and you tell me if anyone looks at you the wrong way, I will take them away myself!
Oh but no, your mommy was too busy teaching Schnutzi tricks like "sit" and "roll over", something that you too would secretly practice in the darkness of your room, in hope that one day when you get really good at it, you will be able to charm your mommy with your skills so that she will completly forget that poodle who was stealing your righteous spot. Oh how you wished Schnutzi was dead!
And then, my God, came first introduction to school where you met other people that did not look anything like the plastic ones you got so comfortable with, and lets be honest about it, you did get your first kiss from one of the Wendy's friends while you were drinking imaginary tea dressed in that beeeautiful red and pink dress with little yellow elephants on it.
<Fast forward to today>
Here we can see the whole shebang: how you cried every time you had to change clothes for the gym class because you knew they would laugh at your pink toenails, the stuffings into lockers where you realised that your imaginary fear of the dark, is actually the real thing, jerking off with your door unlocked in hope your mum will come in, stealing her underware which you then would keep under your pillow just so that you can feel like she was there, that scent of her lulling you into sleep every night, and in later stages of your life, going to tranvestite bars and paying men who had done a hormontreatment serious cash so that you could see their withered genitals, which not only would turn you on, but also made you feel so much better about yourself, something that would go lost when boys named Sweeper would call you names.
And looking at that I just can't help but to wish that your mummy was here, holding your head in a gentlest, most loving way possible, telling you to:
Hi my name is RATTY... and i'm a homosexual. I think i'm cool because I have three dots after my name. I think everyone likes me, when in reality they don't.
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