EPTHad nice jog before morning breakfast, the taste of oatmeal with milk is bland.
The server is afraid of me and I have seen its true face. 1on1 is an extended gutter, a gutter filled with cheese and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown.
The accumulated filth of all their proxy gate ways, Void ray rushes, 7th pooling, 6th rax reaper rush and all inns will foam up around their waists and all the noobs will look up to blizzard shouting Nerf plz and they will look down, whispering,
No.
They all had a choice, all of them. They could have followed in the footsteps of good men like Idra, TLO or Sean Plott. Decent men, who believed in a day's work for a day's pay.
Instead they followed the droppings of lechers and communists and didn't realize that the trail led over a precipice until it was too late. Don't tell me they didn't have a choice.
Now the whole game stands on the brink, staring down into bloody hell, all those liberals and intellectuals and smooth-talkers, and all of a sudden nobody can think of anything to say.
The servers are dying of rabies. Is the best I can do to wipe random flecks of foam from its lips?
Beneath me, this awful sever, it screams to blizzard like an abattoir full of retarded children. This Friday night I will play against them to get into platinum league. Somebody knows why.
Up there... somebody knows. The dusk reeks of newbs and rushed void rays. I believe I shall take my exercise.
42nd Street: Women's breasts draped across every billboard, every display, littering the sidewalk. Was offered Swedish love and French love, but not Pro love. Pro love; like Coke in green glass bottles, they don't make it anymore.
I leave the human cockroaches to discuss their 1 base plays and child pornography. I have business elsewhere, with a better class of person.
Quoted by Idra left bad taste in mouth. He is pampered and decadent, betraying even his own shallow, liberal affectations. Possibly homosexual? Must remember to investigate further.
I shall go and tell the indestructible man that someone plans to 2 gate proxy him.
On Thursday night, a person was beaten by 1 base voidray rush. This someone jumped out of a window and when he hit the sidewalk his head was driven up into his stomach. Nobody cares. Nobody cares but me.
There is good and there is cheese, and cheese must be punished. Even in the face of Armageddon I shall not compromise on this.
