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There it is.
My towel.
Throw in.
I give up. I've had enough of the moaning, and the self-promoting, ego-inflating, quitters posts.
After today, and possibly the weekend I shall no longer be visiting the SR forums.
They have become a haven for evil harpies, and deformed mutants, and I can no longer bare their filthy stench as they post more and more. Some of them even have the cheek to discuss 'console wars' on the 'Future of Gaming' forum. I mean how disgusting is that. I choose to no longer remain amongst the rotting corpses of FOGers the world around. I wish to be free from these binds.
Please, deliver me from this place of fire and pain. Deliver me from the agony within. Take away these posts full of the evil, vicious barbed words. It's obvious you all hate me anyway. My post were the best and I should win every day, but no. The skies are bloody and the forums muddy. I tried to wash, but the dirt just won't come of.
So I'm gone, gone from here at the end of the day, (or the weekend) until I return from my training course, where I will have no internet access (my real reason for leaving). Then I shall return. As I believe that many won't bother to read this far, and merely the first and last paragraphs, they'll probably think I'm really leaving, so I'd better ramble on like some teen Goth a little longer.
It has become stupid. The river run red with the blood of newbies. Regulars dance upon the flames they deliver to carefully constructed posts, shooting then down. And the notables. What more can be said about these. You know what they're like, you know not to trust them. But, alas, things remain as they did the very first day of the new moon. The second coming is upon us.
I'm not saying it hasn't been fun. It has. But it's time to go. I'll let other know of this place. But I'll warn them. I'll warn then of barbed tongues, and petty lies, of the hungry apes, and the troublesome trolls, of the evil sprites and the mirky waters. But most of all I'll warn them of the FOG. The thick FOG that has descended around all of us, and is slowly choking us.
Goodbye one and all, it's been fun.
Mark my words, I won't be here next week.
My towel.
Throw in.
I give up. I've had enough of the moaning, and the self-promoting, ego-inflating, quitters posts.
After today, and possibly the weekend I shall no longer be visiting the SR forums.
They have become a haven for evil harpies, and deformed mutants, and I can no longer bare their filthy stench as they post more and more. Some of them even have the cheek to discuss 'console wars' on the 'Future of Gaming' forum. I mean how disgusting is that. I choose to no longer remain amongst the rotting corpses of FOGers the world around. I wish to be free from these binds.
Please, deliver me from this place of fire and pain. Deliver me from the agony within. Take away these posts full of the evil, vicious barbed words. It's obvious you all hate me anyway. My post were the best and I should win every day, but no. The skies are bloody and the forums muddy. I tried to wash, but the dirt just won't come of.
So I'm gone, gone from here at the end of the day, (or the weekend) until I return from my training course, where I will have no internet access (my real reason for leaving). Then I shall return. As I believe that many won't bother to read this far, and merely the first and last paragraphs, they'll probably think I'm really leaving, so I'd better ramble on like some teen Goth a little longer.
It has become stupid. The river run red with the blood of newbies. Regulars dance upon the flames they deliver to carefully constructed posts, shooting then down. And the notables. What more can be said about these. You know what they're like, you know not to trust them. But, alas, things remain as they did the very first day of the new moon. The second coming is upon us.
I'm not saying it hasn't been fun. It has. But it's time to go. I'll let other know of this place. But I'll warn them. I'll warn then of barbed tongues, and petty lies, of the hungry apes, and the troublesome trolls, of the evil sprites and the mirky waters. But most of all I'll warn them of the FOG. The thick FOG that has descended around all of us, and is slowly choking us.
Goodbye one and all, it's been fun.
Mark my words, I won't be here next week.
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Does that mean you got the sack then?
Can I have your tagline then?
Cya on monday then?
Meka, you can't go....
Wait a minute, didn't Grix do this last week??
Wait a minute, didn't Grix do this last week??
There it is.
My towel.
Throw in.
I give up. I've had enough of the moaning, and the self-promoting, ego-inflating, quitters posts.
After today, and possibly the weekend I shall no longer be visiting the SR forums.
They have become a haven for evil harpies, and deformed mutants, and I can no longer bare their filthy stench as they post more and more. Some of them even have the cheek to discuss 'console wars' on the 'Future of Gaming' forum. I mean how disgusting is that. I choose to no longer remain amongst the rotting corpses of FOGers the world around. I wish to be free from these binds.
Please, deliver me from this place of fire and pain. Deliver me from the agony within. Take away these posts full of the evil, vicious barbed words. It's obvious you all hate me anyway. My post were the best and I should win every day, but no. The skies are bloody and the forums muddy. I tried to wash, but the dirt just won't come of.
So I'm gone, gone from here at the end of the day, (or the weekend) until I return from my training course, where I will have no internet access (my real reason for leaving). Then I shall return. As I believe that many won't bother to read this far, and merely the first and last paragraphs, they'll probably think I'm really leaving, so I'd better ramble on like some teen Goth a little longer.
It has become stupid. The river run red with the blood of newbies. Regulars dance upon the flames they deliver to carefully constructed posts, shooting then down. And the notables. What more can be said about these. You know what they're like, you know not to trust them. But, alas, things remain as they did the very first day of the new moon. The second coming is upon us.
I'm not saying it hasn't been fun. It has. But it's time to go. I'll let other know of this place. But I'll warn them. I'll warn then of barbed tongues, and petty lies, of the hungry apes, and the troublesome trolls, of the evil sprites and the mirky waters. But most of all I'll warn them of the FOG. The thick FOG that has descended around all of us, and is slowly choking us.
Goodbye one and all, it's been fun.
Mark my words, I won't be here next week.
My towel.
Throw in.
I give up. I've had enough of the moaning, and the self-promoting, ego-inflating, quitters posts.
After today, and possibly the weekend I shall no longer be visiting the SR forums.
They have become a haven for evil harpies, and deformed mutants, and I can no longer bare their filthy stench as they post more and more. Some of them even have the cheek to discuss 'console wars' on the 'Future of Gaming' forum. I mean how disgusting is that. I choose to no longer remain amongst the rotting corpses of FOGers the world around. I wish to be free from these binds.
Please, deliver me from this place of fire and pain. Deliver me from the agony within. Take away these posts full of the evil, vicious barbed words. It's obvious you all hate me anyway. My post were the best and I should win every day, but no. The skies are bloody and the forums muddy. I tried to wash, but the dirt just won't come of.
So I'm gone, gone from here at the end of the day, (or the weekend) until I return from my training course, where I will have no internet access (my real reason for leaving). Then I shall return. As I believe that many won't bother to read this far, and merely the first and last paragraphs, they'll probably think I'm really leaving, so I'd better ramble on like some teen Goth a little longer.
It has become stupid. The river run red with the blood of newbies. Regulars dance upon the flames they deliver to carefully constructed posts, shooting then down. And the notables. What more can be said about these. You know what they're like, you know not to trust them. But, alas, things remain as they did the very first day of the new moon. The second coming is upon us.
I'm not saying it hasn't been fun. It has. But it's time to go. I'll let other know of this place. But I'll warn them. I'll warn then of barbed tongues, and petty lies, of the hungry apes, and the troublesome trolls, of the evil sprites and the mirky waters. But most of all I'll warn them of the FOG. The thick FOG that has descended around all of us, and is slowly choking us.
Goodbye one and all, it's been fun.
Mark my words, I won't be here next week.
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