The Curse of Roleplaying
Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 9:47 pm
I cast thee down, insipid simpleton! May a pox rest upon your house for an aeon while thy enemies flourish and prosper. And may you grow old and weak with a great haste and yet linger, diminished and broken, that you might see the height of your defeat.
Then may you expire, in great agony and dissipate to a tormented half existence where you may rue your misbegotten life and all that you have wasted to exist in a state of pure despair.
Like I said to him: Look, is it too much to ask for you to just say pwned like the rest of us?
Then may you expire, in great agony and dissipate to a tormented half existence where you may rue your misbegotten life and all that you have wasted to exist in a state of pure despair.
Like I said to him: Look, is it too much to ask for you to just say pwned like the rest of us?