Rep Whoring Pyramid Scheme Thread

[Tisket]

What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little snert? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Warrior guild, and I've been involved in numerous secret RP events, and I have over 300 confirmed dangerous creature bounty completions. I am trained in Krolvin warfare and I'm the top stance dancer in the entire Silver Gryphons. You are nothing to me but just another kobold. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before in Elanthia, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over a dying message board? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of GMs and sycophants across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your level 79 mage. You're fucking dead, kid. I bought a bunch of the Chronomage passes so I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill your character in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with the unarmed skill. Not only am I extensively trained in UAC, but I have access to the entire locker system of House Phoenix and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" rep comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have stayed on LNET. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will >act shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo.

hahahaha

See, this is why I you.

[Wrathbringer]

LOL. You guys did the same thing to my other account. I didn't make a new one because of that. It's because I don't have access to my 2009 email and Kranar is like, "It goes to your original email." so that is that.

When the pc hack happened, Kranar supposedly sent a new password to the email I used when I created this account. I never got it, so I informed him of that. He said, "I sent it to your registered email address on pc. Is it poopshart@superturd.com?" I was like, um, no, I guess I just used a fake email to register. Here's my real email. I laughed.

[Parkbandit]

When the pc hack happened, Kranar supposedly sent a new password to the email I used when I created this account. I never got it, so I informed him of that. He said, "I sent it to your registered email address on pc. Is it poopshart@superturd.com?" I was like, um, no, I guess I just used a fake email to register. Here's my real email. I laughed.

You're confusing him now. I find it's best to use words with 2 syllables or less when trying to communicate with the mentally deficient.

[Suppa Hobbit Mage]

The PC got hacked? I never got an email.

[Alastinspire]

Apparently being a bleeding die-hard patriot leaning so hard to the right that I make PB look liberal isn't good enough for this cess pool.

[Parkbandit]

Apparently being a bleeding die-hard patriot leaning so hard to the right that I make PB look liberal isn't good enough for this cess pool.

Like every place you have ever been, MacGuyver: You aren't good enough.

The only place you have ever been accepted is by yourself at home.

[Alastinspire]

Like every place you have ever been, MacGuyver: You aren't good enough.

The only place you have ever been accepted is by yourself at home.

MacGuyver must be your scape goat just like ANTIFA is for you repubs.

I wrote you a poem PB.

In the digital shadows where words collide,
A lone voice emerges, a tempest inside.
A far-right echo in the online night,
A black man's anger takes its flight.

On an outdated forum, he takes his stand,
A digital soapbox, his rage in demand.
A paradox unfolds in this virtual space,
Where identity twists in a frenzied embrace.

In keystrokes and pixels, his fury unfurls,
A discordant symphony of divisive swirls.
Yet, in the shadows, contradictions dance,
As a black man echoes a far-right stance.

The pixels flicker with his fiery prose,
A cyberspace battleground where anger grows.
Yet, beneath the surface, complexities hide,
In the heart of the storm, a struggle inside.

His words may spark flames in the virtual air,
But reality's tapestry is woven with care.
A paradox of perspectives, a turbulent sea,
In the digital realm, where shadows roam free.

So, let us ponder this discordant refrain,
A far-right echo in the online domain.
In the tapestry of voices, diverse and vast,
May understanding find its way at last.

[Parkbandit]

MacGuyver must be your scape goat just like ANTIFA is for you repubs.

I wrote you a poem PB.

In the digital shadows where words collide,
A lone voice emerges, a tempest inside.
A far-right echo in the online night,
A black man's anger takes its flight.

On an outdated forum, he takes his stand,
A digital soapbox, his rage in demand.
A paradox unfolds in this virtual space,
Where identity twists in a frenzied embrace.

In keystrokes and pixels, his fury unfurls,
A discordant symphony of divisive swirls.
Yet, in the shadows, contradictions dance,
As a black man echoes a far-right stance.

The pixels flicker with his fiery prose,
A cyberspace battleground where anger grows.
Yet, beneath the surface, complexities hide,
In the heart of the storm, a struggle inside.

His words may spark flames in the virtual air,
But reality's tapestry is woven with care.
A paradox of perspectives, a turbulent sea,
In the digital realm, where shadows roam free.

So, let us ponder this discordant refrain,
A far-right echo in the online domain.
In the tapestry of voices, diverse and vast,
May understanding find its way at last.

No one cares, retard.

[Methais]

MacGuyver must be your scape goat just like ANTIFA is for you repubs.

I wrote you a poem PB.

In the digital shadows where words collide,
A lone voice emerges, a tempest inside.
A far-right echo in the online night,
A black man's anger takes its flight.

On an outdated forum, he takes his stand,
A digital soapbox, his rage in demand.
A paradox unfolds in this virtual space,
Where identity twists in a frenzied embrace.

In keystrokes and pixels, his fury unfurls,
A discordant symphony of divisive swirls.
Yet, in the shadows, contradictions dance,
As a black man echoes a far-right stance.

The pixels flicker with his fiery prose,
A cyberspace battleground where anger grows.
Yet, beneath the surface, complexities hide,
In the heart of the storm, a struggle inside.

His words may spark flames in the virtual air,
But reality's tapestry is woven with care.
A paradox of perspectives, a turbulent sea,
In the digital realm, where shadows roam free.

So, let us ponder this discordant refrain,
A far-right echo in the online domain.
In the tapestry of voices, diverse and vast,
May understanding find its way at last.

This is the kind of autism that runs around the room screaming while shitting their pants all over the place multiple times per day, and not the cool kind of autistic that memorizes phone books and shit.

[Anebriated]

This is the kind of autism that runs around the room screaming while shitting their pants all over the place multiple times per day, and not the cool kind of autistic that memorizes phone books and shit.

you ever see the guy who could draw the entire NYC skyline after one helicopter ride past the city?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FyPqQIHkasI