Things I've heard during my time as a bad sport
Oct 29, 2013 19:54:04 GMT -4
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Post by Bocephusbear on Oct 29, 2013 19:54:04 GMT -4
Day 1: Its only two days. How bad could it be?
The separation from my compatriots during my incarceration at first seemed as if it would be the most trying part of my incarceration, but I soon learned a horrible truth. The hoodlums and jackanapes that I have been forced to deal with here are monsters and surely my psyche will never recover. The things they say to one another are of such a terrible nature that at first I was dumbfounded to say the least. "You sound like your mama has a lot of abortions and you just got missed" from the mouth of a child begins an hour long ordeal on my senses that that I shan't soon forget. For that hour there was not one second of silence between these ghastly people. I shall sleep and hope when I awake that it has all been but a dark dream.
Day 2: No bloody dream
Why does everyone have tanks? I have tried to escape into the comfort of a mission or race but even these have been taken from me. One would think that r* would make it so I would not receive invites from my friends but no, they have chosen to taunt me with them. So many randoms have now given me deaths in attempted missions that has become too painful to try again and oh the races how they do vex me! I was unable to survive nor escape my encounter with a wandering pack of 8 aussies in tanks and to my monetary detriment I have spawned in the middle of their wandering meat grinder more times than I'd care to recount here. This must be my last entry. I leave it hopes that others may find it and be forewarned, tread lightly for the joys of explosions are a much smaller payout than the penalty is worth.
The separation from my compatriots during my incarceration at first seemed as if it would be the most trying part of my incarceration, but I soon learned a horrible truth. The hoodlums and jackanapes that I have been forced to deal with here are monsters and surely my psyche will never recover. The things they say to one another are of such a terrible nature that at first I was dumbfounded to say the least. "You sound like your mama has a lot of abortions and you just got missed" from the mouth of a child begins an hour long ordeal on my senses that that I shan't soon forget. For that hour there was not one second of silence between these ghastly people. I shall sleep and hope when I awake that it has all been but a dark dream.
Day 2: No bloody dream
Why does everyone have tanks? I have tried to escape into the comfort of a mission or race but even these have been taken from me. One would think that r* would make it so I would not receive invites from my friends but no, they have chosen to taunt me with them. So many randoms have now given me deaths in attempted missions that has become too painful to try again and oh the races how they do vex me! I was unable to survive nor escape my encounter with a wandering pack of 8 aussies in tanks and to my monetary detriment I have spawned in the middle of their wandering meat grinder more times than I'd care to recount here. This must be my last entry. I leave it hopes that others may find it and be forewarned, tread lightly for the joys of explosions are a much smaller payout than the penalty is worth.
