Brudin's Story - Ramisme

ram that made no fucking sense

the griefing section is anal as fuck about having a class for every fucking thing they have

these plugins did most of their shit in one class, which by griefing section definition implies pleb-tier organization

i'm sure you're trying to keep your ass cheeks from tightening up so bad right now because of the naming conventions

i bet you're looking at the code right now with sweat pouring down your fucking face because you want to burst out that you've done an anti-hack plugin before that was much more efficient. teardrops are slowly falling from your eyes because they aren't using pringleslib. you see the underscores for their method names and your heart stopped beating for a minute. you try to think of other things like going to the gym to keep your mind off of it but deep down inside for every fucking class you look at you just want to scream because you are the self-proclaimed god of java and your hacked client proves your superiority. you would rather have anal fucking sex with a goat than look at this shit because this is what starts your fucking java tourettes.

you were known that guy in the classroom who would burst out random shit that made no sense to anyone but yourself. you were in the back of the classroom on your phone reading the pleb-tier code of other people; their terrible habits made you not only have to reply to the posts within 10 seconds of it initally being posted, but you also had to interrupt the classroom with random shit ripped from oodesign.com. these habits led to you being cyberbullied by daring, your arch nemesis. you would log each insult in your diary just in case you end up shooting a school so the blame could be on him.

the insults from him became too much so you had to come up with a way to stop being a pussy ass bitch so you started going on /r/4chan and started reading up on the latest memes. you learned that the real cool guys on the internet didn't boast about their minecraft mods but instead spent all day lifting and fucking bitches while showcasing their hot, steamy, oily abs on the internet for others to drool over. this is where you decided things needed to change. you decided to get a gym membership. you were bullied on there too because you were comparing people's workout schedules to your hacked client, saying that while they may be strong, your kill aura will destroy them any day. you ended up being bullied there too so you quit the gym and decided to join one of those swim teams for old people because you would fit in better with people who looked like fucking raisins.

you were delusional enough to think that this was the equivalent to going to the gym so you were ready to return on hf with your new knowledge of some excersizes and a library of four year old 4chan posts. you pulled out your diary full of daring's old insults, and went to work. you realized your client was shit and nobody took it seriously so you went with the 'i dont care' attitude with your new catchphrases.

while you may try to make it appear that you don't care, we know that you truly do care. so here you are, tears and sweat falling from your face, weights getting dusty, tissue pile growing, acne spreading, and your sister asking where her underwear is. don't hide it ram, we know that this post was very beneficial to you.