This is not internet armor-getting. This is not no-scorp harness gimp. This is a vest that pummels your chest to dislodge mucus plugs, and this is parkinson shuffle "gimp." The real world gets the real me. Real people in the game get the real me. This online disaster of a general society, amplified by a forum where your letters look just like mine, where fools flock to be better than average and run the show by making up for a true lack of substance with sheer meaningless wasted clockhours, constantly looking out for number one...it certainly does not.
I'm not so harsh to people and things that matter. Internet-getters, grammarcheck-dependent idiots who like the sound of their own inept words, and black mages with superiority complexes do not matter, and as such will be treated like the nothings they are. Whether the internet creates them or they're like that in real life, I don't too much care. It's entertaining to watch a nobody try to be a somebody on the internet, as if its anonymity even remotely protected them from everyone finding out the truth the second they start typing what's on their mind, or more likely a lack thereon.
There are things in this world that I care about that are not worth throwing to the dogs of the internet. It's best to just keep them confused and at bay, because they annoy me and they're so fun to annoy. They wouldn't believe the truth anyway. That's why they're here.
lol what is a person with a kirin's osode but someone with too much time, too little responsibility, and too much investment into worthlessness...I, for one, demand more important accessories. The thing everyone so fears online, real life, is the thing I look for in a peer-based game. I rarely find it here, so it shouldn't surprise that I'm rarely like this.