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Chime. your gay comments, and me sucking your dick over skype where I can't see them are cute. Please sit your pasty ass down- acting like you weren't thirst trapped by Cynthia in the past, you slimey little shade-slinging in the dark motherfucker.

You're the one who came out when I made a GRAND statement for ALL of frostvale being ass, not just you, Don't kid yourself- you do nothing.

Like today. Defending some strange aggressive meta with some flimsy shit like: 'so?" Sit your ass down, you're on a high horse riding the short bus. Keep the spit to your group if you can't dish out, otherwise- maliciousmuskrat; take that shit down, and skype me so i can fire your ass up.

You know what. Fine.

The point was- wow. They lied about it. Admins asked, they said no; people had excuses. "Just logged on", "I was already here, and went to event!", "lol it's an open area!"

That's sad. You're right Rem, it's a game. A game that we should all enjoy, not rush to MURDER with numbers when you're facing adversity. They can't beat me, and Arwen so they call in FOURTEEN people? Okay.

When we went there- we asked who wanted to rp. Like with me, and Milk; everyone ignored us, up until the point someone decided to beat on my char. That was when they cropped up- when they could win a fight, not for anything else.

Okay. I'm done. No more. Chime: Mention me, and my lips on your dick again though, boy- I'll send your soul to heaven, and back with no motherfucking pit stops.