Monday, March 7, 2011
Demon Lord here. I'd like to take a moment to talk about a joyous experience I had playing with our resident princess, Ryan. I'm in the field of battle exacting my manlike aggression on waves of boy-like inferiors and things are fine. Enjoyable in fact. Every real man loves to put it good and hard into a few helpless men around them from time to time. Bullets, that is. So it is all good. Life is as it should be as my day of "Call of Duty: Black Ops" is exactly what it should be...VICTORIOUS. But, imagine this...crap faced Ryan manages to find a way to wreck my ecstasy. The little rat fink starts using a noob tube. A NOOB TUBE! Who in the Great Demon's name uses noob tubes!?! How cheap can you get? Learn how to use a weapon you actually have to aim with you coward! It makes me sick! I...I don't have words for the sickness it has and is currently bringing to me! SICK! Grow a sack you little chick! You think you're all tough because you can get a couple kills with a noob tube!?! AHHHHH! Stop it! Stop shooting me with that cheap, cheap thing you call a weapon! It is not okay!!! You see a winning score on the screen? Well fine! I look at you and all I see is this!
AN UGLY PRINCESS!!!! THAT'S RIGHT UGLY PRINCESS BOY, YOU SUCK!!!
I feel much better now. Demon Lord signing out.