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I’ll tell you now, on the serious internet, the same thing I told you in person when you tried to puff yourself up at LTU. If you are going to start something, it will only end with me finishing it. These quotes I have compiled above are just the latest example of your asininity; “[my] “soul” [sic] purpose of pissing [you] off” is very amusing, as you lash out whenever you’re left alone for more than 5 replies. You don’t get “under [my] skin” any more than any other horse-porn-watching CVS2 halfwit. You try to goad me with these seemingly personal attacks, but really nothing you’re saying has been offensive; your delivery is consistently poor, your subject matter is typical and even if it was well-played, which to clarify it never has been, (get used to seeing that hyphenated in the coming years) its efficacy is negated by considering the source.
I won’t get into how hilariously bad “or even the same fucking line at Burgerking” is, and will just say I’m sure it would likely be a place where finding you would hold high probability. Your attempt at calling on me, with its lame e-posturing would work on a type like obot, maybe, but you see the “burden of proof” in this case is not a burden at all; you can make it seem like you’re the one who’s “ready,” and “oh noes! He’s gonna pulp me like the Kingpin!,” but “soyasset,” fatty, where were you the first time you tried this? Not at wizzards, where you said you’d be, I waited 2 hours. Oh, “something came up.” Ergo this “burden” is null; you can’t possibly be a threat or a burden in any way because you are completely outclassed.
It’s just not in my brain to be able to read what you write, or hear what you say, and acknowledge it as a level bit of discourse.
Now, as for you being “one step closer to the edge,” and “about to break,” apparently, let’s address this: what you say has no offensive effect on me, because it has no basis in empirical reality, and I have nothing to prove to anyone here. Yet what I say is clearly offensive to you.
Now why is this? Here’s a separated class of qualifiers for ease on the eyes:
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You’re not a furry, and that you show qualities of one angers you, because you’re worried that other people know what a furry is, and that they’ll classify you as one from these similarities and shun you for it, but you’re not secure enough in anything to be able to say “hey, whatever guys” and mean it.
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You are a furry, and your refusal is based categorically on your previous experience with people rejecting you based on it. Not secure enough to be anything but wrapped up in your insular identity, you’re forced to vehemently deny it, since non-standard sexual practices are always used as sources of derision, and the environment you’re trying to fit in is based in an alpha-male fist-on-face genre, with a head for dissection and strategy.
So when you’re called out on these qualities, you don’t just let them roll off you, because you’re worried people will believe me, and you’re incapable of not looking like a fucking idiot when it comes time to talk. It must be frustrating, but the only reason it feels that way, is because:
A. You have something to prove to people here.
- As has come up before, there’s evidence toward this end, but the limitations here are such that the entire point could be summated in only recently being accepted (who knows why) from the “Oh, I’ve seen him at Obot’s”/“Oh, I saw him a few years ago playing some shit” group into the main. Now, no skin off anyone but you, right? Well, if that’s the case then you need to question why it is that this group you seem to be so wrapped up in hasn’t readily welcomed you. The answer will boil down to the fact that you don’t bring anything to the table. You play CVS2, at a mediocre level in comparison, and pretty much nothing else. You don’t have the facilities to hold tournaments, making anything you do in that regard either a loan from Obot, or an outsider in the players’ den. You can’t do anything for anyone, because everyone else already has the angle you might be able to provide covered, and really, you end up having to ask for everything anyway.
Example: We’re at LTU gaming, three idiots come down from their dorm with a laptop and porn. You leave gaming, and ask them where they got all this stuff. They tell you the internet, but you need it to a level of specificity that would make Obot say “what?!” so they tell you kazaa. The next day, you call me, using the number you got because you said you wanted to get your xbox done, and need your hand held through the entire kazaa process.
The only solution to this is to actually start believing in a positive manner that holier-than-thou JC bullshit you spout, and adopt that “I’m just as god made me” attitude. Be yourself, directly, think before you post, R>C>P and all that other shit, and just let the acceptance/non-acceptance be based on you, not on some preconceived notion of who should accept you for what, and when.
But aside from that, I’ll say it again here to confirm, no, Dominic, I don’t like you. When I first met you you were barely
tolerable, and first impressions are usually the right ones. Particular diseases are wrought all the more effective by their
resistance to antibodies, or simply the ability to close themselves off to white blood cells. I don’t take pride in my ability to shut you down left and right; I don’t “attack” you because you’re worthless, I “attack” you because “psychic vampires” like you are a cancer on the community, and whether or not others realize it, I do.