I was reading your post, Esuna, and felt almost as if you could be a threat to the great temptation, to drink deeply from the cup that is my manifest of a pure energy of corruption and evil, to be one with the demons that reside within; the demons that fuel the forge of raw evil, of such that one may use to craft a weapon of unimaginable power out of the shards of despair and agony, fragments of fallen hopes and withered dreams, slivers of fear and torment, craft them into a weapon with which to wield and lash out; smite the inferior creatures that dare call themselves of the same specie as yourself, while you sit high upon your throne of your slain enemies and drink only the purest living virgin blood from the skull of the mightiest of those that oppose you, and when you're ruling dominion over every subservient creature on this desolate uncaring rock, looking down upon all from the mountain of sacrafices you've reaped in your righteous thirst, knowing they are but peons in your chaos-twisted corrupted game of metaphorical chess, aspiring to become to the divine creature of arcane energy that is your birthright, when I realize that while you are cantankerous... you are no bard!
Hmm and for the record, all should have learned by now that I vindicate all when I have an HMG, and I very clearly warn that if you're being a f***cawk and hop in my way while trying to exploit game physics, I don't give two f***s if I kill you or not.
As for what pisses me off most in NS:
- Bunnyhopping marines abusing the game's physics.
- Shotguns. Face it, we all know they're overpowered as :Ding sin.
