Post by ='= Luci()wl on Sept 19, 2010 19:55:37 GMT
Hello, my name is Luciole (well not really, but we live our lives like we were in this stupid videogame, fighting with long range weapon over a little box canyon, so we're assuming I'm called that), not sure if you remember me, I've been in this clan for more than a 4 year period now, though I stopped kicking your teenage butts at it a year ago (that part isn't actually true neither, but heh, you numbnuts ain't here to deny it, so I'm free to say what I want). Occasionally I miss it, but most of the time I'm busy studying biology and s**t (that part is true, even if it doesn't sound realistic to people whom ever exchanged messages with me). I've done some crazy things in my yet to be lived life (like breaking my ankle in a ski shoe, OR trying to have a serious convo with ()wl and MuFfin, OR asking Draco wether he knew Andy Warrol or not - story says he still doesn't, god bless the kid...), but it shall not be said that I am a sociopath, therefore, I am looking to have a conversation with you (though we both know you don't deserve it). What better starter that the one of remembering old memories ?
SPAM was such a classic sprank at the time.
Whatever, it matters to me that this place doesn't remain silent forever, although I've hardly felt any support towards myself from the others.
I'm just bitching there. I've always been the most popular kid around.
Here's a picture of my fridge, two years ago
I want to assure you that we don't have any more Carslberg beer in it.
This WAS NOT me. EVER...but I hear it could have been Kiwi before his surf accident that cost him his arms and legs (hence his stupid nickname).
While playing this irrational game named after a meteorogical phenomenom (GOD that was hard to pronounce), I have :
- been launched into deep space several times (it's not as bad as it looks or not)
- enjoyed myself killing other teenagers virtually and then taking credit for it (this doesn't seem rewardable nowadays)
- seeked for a flag whose color was, for dim reasons, opposite of my team's (yes, red and blue can't live together for fact), and then taking credit for it
- been unexpectedly kicked out from battlefields by people who just didn't share my social point of view regarding gaming (yes, I insulted them because they seem less intelligent)
- laughed at my name being carved into DC's land for eternity (not)
- cried at myself being raped by better players (in this case, Dhami)
(you will notice that I wasn't aline there so plz don't draw any hasty conclusions about my aiming skills)
- betrayed, with no particular reasons, people on my own team, and then commited suicide (I think I should have called a brain surgeon by now -psychiatry seems too light a cure)
- and been wasting tons of valuable time fooling with the dangerously fun persons that YOU ALL ARE (assuming most of you are still alive lol), without ever taking any credit for it.
Soooooooooooo, it should appear clearly to everyone (who's been reading this so far) that you people owe me an eternal gratitude, and should (but I surely have to use a more forcing turn of words) come post in here, from time to time, in order to sustain my never-ending, and surprinsingly annoying, needs. For Pete's sake.
What about you, friend ?
SPAM was such a classic sprank at the time.
Whatever, it matters to me that this place doesn't remain silent forever, although I've hardly felt any support towards myself from the others.
I'm just bitching there. I've always been the most popular kid around.
Here's a picture of my fridge, two years ago
I want to assure you that we don't have any more Carslberg beer in it.
This WAS NOT me. EVER...but I hear it could have been Kiwi before his surf accident that cost him his arms and legs (hence his stupid nickname).
While playing this irrational game named after a meteorogical phenomenom (GOD that was hard to pronounce), I have :
- been launched into deep space several times (it's not as bad as it looks or not)
- enjoyed myself killing other teenagers virtually and then taking credit for it (this doesn't seem rewardable nowadays)
- seeked for a flag whose color was, for dim reasons, opposite of my team's (yes, red and blue can't live together for fact), and then taking credit for it
- been unexpectedly kicked out from battlefields by people who just didn't share my social point of view regarding gaming (yes, I insulted them because they seem less intelligent)
- laughed at my name being carved into DC's land for eternity (not)
- cried at myself being raped by better players (in this case, Dhami)
(you will notice that I wasn't aline there so plz don't draw any hasty conclusions about my aiming skills)
- betrayed, with no particular reasons, people on my own team, and then commited suicide (I think I should have called a brain surgeon by now -psychiatry seems too light a cure)
- and been wasting tons of valuable time fooling with the dangerously fun persons that YOU ALL ARE (assuming most of you are still alive lol), without ever taking any credit for it.
Soooooooooooo, it should appear clearly to everyone (who's been reading this so far) that you people owe me an eternal gratitude, and should (but I surely have to use a more forcing turn of words) come post in here, from time to time, in order to sustain my never-ending, and surprinsingly annoying, needs. For Pete's sake.
What about you, friend ?
