Dedicated to Bestie !

Hey bro, every time I spec you playing lol you lose ahah

 

poor beastie

 

Big deal. we all know hes crap at it but have a big mouth.

 

lol...u dnt hav to be rude about that

 

I smell ninjas on the way

 

wannabe troll

he does not have a big mouth.. he types wall of text's

 

Wall of text's = unnecessary text's
oh look mr fagtaros is back LOL

 

It seems that every time you spec me I am matched with retards and trolls. I'm starting to think that you're cursed. Good game though

I blame the jungler.

That is very rude and I do not appreciate that false comment at all. I try very hard at my games and most of the time do very well despite having horribad teammates. You can look up my stats for yourself and see that I personally rocked most of my games but there's only so much you can do when you do well and 2 or 3 of your teammates seem to have a lack of the basic concepts of the game and feed over and over.

However I am very furious with your comment about my mouth. I took a ruler and measured it and, it is in fact normal size. I hate false comments like that my good sir and ask that you take it back or swift and harsh punishment shall be headed your way.

He is very mean

Ninjas squirrels to be precise

Yes

I do say I do not type walls of texts at all. A wall of text is a big bunch of gibberish letters and words that lack even the most fundamental of spacing. However I learned long ago a Troll Elementary to use proper grammar and spacing as it is very important. We would have a lot of classes, sessions, and homework over it and we all had to practice very hard to get it right.

We had many tests and quizzes and when we did well on them the teacher drew a smiley face on our test and we were very happy to get them. If we did very poorly, then the teacher would draw a little sad face on our test and then we were very sad and then become determined to do better and thus we would study and work extra hard in order to improve on the next test. It was a very tough course, but we all did well on it and graduated with flying colors. Our teacher was very happy and proud of us on the day we graduated and told us that she was very proud and to work hard in Troll High School.

And work hard we did, for high school was also very big on proper grammar and spelling, and whatnot. And so we would also take many difficult courses about grammar, such as proper spacing, various tenses like past, present, future, present past tense and many other, and we were expected to learn them all in a very short amount of time if we wanted to graduate and get our basic trolling license and the opportunity to move on to Troll University.

For you see, to be a troll you must be registered and licensed. You can't just log on to a computer, make an account, and troll away. That never works and you just end up being targeted by the Troll FBI who seek to make the internet a safer place by ensuring that all trolls have been proper educated, licensed, and registered.

However I am digressing and I greatly apologize for I was discussing, or more accurately, typing the use of proper grammar and my history and experience of learning to use it properly. The tests in Troll High were much tougher and we didn't get smiley faces if we did well on them but it was a great place with many magical memories. For it was were I had(and Won! ) my first troll debate, were I joined the football team and became the stat leading Linebacker, where I lost my virginity to the beautiful Stacy Keebler after a game one night when we were under the bleachers. I very much miss Stacy Keebler, for she had the perfect slim body, was captain of the volleyball team, and always got very good grades. She became very worried about the degrading quality of the day's trolling and so always aspired to join the Troll FBI and ensure that all trolling was up to standards, and she would have been a very fine Troll FBI officer.

However a great tragedy happened to poor Stacy Keebler. Her father's office shut down and he had to accept a new job far away where there were no Troll High Schools. Poor Stacy had to go to a normie High School and thus had not opportunity to continue her Trollducation and there were many tears that day. I gave her a hug and a kiss goodbye and never saw her again. I tried tracking her down but to no avail. I like to think that in the recent years she took Online Troll Courses to finish her Trollducation, get her license, and succeed in her dream and become one of the best Troll FBI Officers ever. For if she would have been able to stay she would have been Class Valedictorian, done amazing at Troll University and then become a Troll FBI Officer.

We also would have probably gotten married, have a nice Troll House, and have little Troll Kids running around to continue to the great history of trolling. But that is life and life changes, and goes on. I hope she is happy wherever she is and we can meet one day and catch up on all we have done since she left. Oh my it seems I have rambled on and blabbed about a good amount of my troll childhood. I apologize for going on like that and thank you all for reading through my story.

Then it's a good thing I do not type walls of texts but well thought out paragraphs with proper grammar and spacing.

Also I was not aware that you left.

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Did you type all that in white? xD Can still read it ya know

 

Don't blurt out that you have Assassin vision like Ezio, Altair, Desmond, and Conner. People get uber jealous.

 

wall of text with

hue hue copy pasted

 

It saddens me that you are so very slow. For there are no walls of text, but properly spaces paragraphs. And also I manually hand type all of my hue hue's to ensure quality and service. I do not copy and paste like some mass producing factory that cares only about the profits and not about the quality of it's hue's.

 

moro add .-------------------------> seshat4

 

Ok i shh :3 You pre-order AC3?

 

Yes, yes I did. Though I'm gonna cancel and repreorder online because my Local Gamestop only has the normie edition and not the uber awsim 1337 Collector's Edition

 

I don't buy the games myself, but i play them at my friend's house when buys them. I normally play them more than him. I have to say on Revelations that last set of armor- Eshak armor - was a pain to get. Having to follow a direct path in the big dome annoyed me. I would rather free style up it.

 

your hue's are made in china and can break easy

 

Just like you dad's condom.

 

No they are not. My hue's are painstakingly hand made and thoroughly inspected for quality and durability here in the USofA. I have a little workshop out back with the latest and greatest equipment to ensure that my hue's are the best. Do not try to slander my hue's so you can corner the hue market with your cheapass sweatshop hue's that are made by enslaved children.

I laughed so hard at this.

 

You're welcome