Shattered Kingdoms

Right...you were spam reincarnating (or getting the fastest rezzes I've ever seen) and kept coming back, at least like 6 times, and the last few times it looked a hell of a lot like you were trying to FS (coming at me with Brock who dropped all his eq in the HQ, dying, and IMMEDIATELY coming back twice more to instantly "starts to concentrate" and die both times).

You two should just hug out your differences. In memory of Xorvithien.

I went to the oracle, I come back naked and was backstabbed by Fivel. I reincarnate and BAM I get stabbed again.

I would look forward to you getting your comeuppance by I realize you will just delete and attempt to grief the player that made you delete. You are cancer on SK because of the level of OOCness that you play and you are the reason the playerbase keeps dwindling.

I hope you are having fun you play so frequently and abundantly you can't say you don't have the satisfaction of pissing off other players, but whatever take no satisfaction in this delete because I'll be back.

:/

You can't accuse Syndal of not RPing while PKing. And she's NEVER jlooted me, despite being pissed at me both ICly -and- OOCly. She is bad, but she's not that bad.

I'm not accusing her of that, I'm just explaining how she backstabbed me twice in the span of five minutes.

And you oracle'd and reincarnated in the span of five minutes and were apparently also lolligagging around in the same places that she was checking out with her charm.

What was that? QQ?

I see you tremble, Wicked. Uncontrollable terror washes over you and suddenly you can't even breathe as the icy fist clenches at your heart, your eyes turning white with incomprehension at what terrible forces you have awakened this day. Until your reckoning comes you will live every moment in pure dread, constant glances behind yourself, avoiding human contact in the halfhearted attempt to post-pone the inevitable: You know that you will never again truly be safe. Never would you admit it, but there would be an almost serene acceptance within you; knowledge that your life's choices had led you to this bad end, that you would gladly shuffle loose this mortal coil to put an end to the chase as that slavering beast constructed purely of insane malevolence catches up to you and, slowly, it begins to feast upon your flesh.

Dare you face...

THE FURY OF THE NOOB?

How much time do you have on your hands?

It doesn't take much time to whip up something satirical.