Good Griefers (too sad?)

>be me, bonky
>i'm with my pickle horse-man pal, pickle horse-man
>we're being spawncamped
>this game has no protection around spawn
>no invincibility
>so we spawn and die
>spawn and die
>i'm okay with this, we tell each other
>but through direct channels we're melting down
>we don't know how this is possible
>how are they doing this?
>have we been hacked?
>is this our future?
>is this all we can expect of the world from now on?
>we have to do something
>the spawncampers say they'll let us go if we say we're r******d
>pickle horse-man vociferously insists he's r******d!
>i say i'm r******d
>they keep sniping us
>they say okay, this time we'll leave us alone if you say you love us
>we say we love them!
>they keep sniping us
>they say alright, this time we'll leave you alone if you say you're g*y
>we're g*y we shout!
>they're still killing us
>and lolling at us
>and on top of that we're also g*y r****ds who love them
>pickle horse-man is the first to mindbreak
>he just starts babbling incoherently
>like a g*y r****d
>about how much he loves this and how gay and r******d he is
>and i join in
>people come and go on the server
>and they know what gay retards we are
>and we tell them we love it
>we love being spawncamped
>this is why we play the game
>the snipers do leave eventually
>but we have stopped playing the game as intended
>now we just hang around spawn, being gay r****ds, and asking people to kill us
>we say we love it
>we say we're gay r****ds
>we tell them we love them
>we get a reputation in the community as g*y r****s
>finally one day pickle horse-man finds out from a forum how to spawnkill people
>we glitch up top of a building
>and point our sniper rifles down at the enemy spawn
>but no one ever comes
>everyone has stopped playing the game
>only bots pass through
>trying to sell us gear
>and the bots are all invincible
>they can't be spawncamped like we were
>we still play the game to this day
>we will always play the game
>we sit in spawn
>and do g*y r****d things