Mark the Tactician

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Seriously, too many people lately get on the boards and just act like jerks to practically everyone. If someone has a question, instead of just answering it, people get mad and either say your stupid or direct them to a small portion of a faq in a harsh manner. Just because they may have missed it in the faq, or just dont feel like reading every faq to find it, dosent mean they should get flamed. The worst place i think is in the pages where people argue. They are constently throwing hate at everyone trying to prove there point over another. Why cant it just end with, "o.k. thats what you think, this is what i think, end of discussion." If we were to meat each other in real life i think half of us would either be dead or in a hospital cus i think with the way they talk on the boards they would probably this is a tale of how my very existence was twisted and transformed in a most peculiar way. Please have a seat, for I wish to take a moment to relate to you the fascinating odyssey which ultimately led to my reign as the Prince of Bel-Air. I was sired and reared in West Philadelphia. As a lad, most of my time was spent at the neighborhood recreation center where I would laze about and relax in a most charming manner - that is, when I was not engaging my chums in a friendly game of basketball at the schoolhouse. Around this time, two young hooligans had begun to stage a campaign of vandalism and intimidation in my neighborhood. When my mother discovered I had had a bit of an altercation with the ruffians, she insisted I leave town at once and take up lodgings with my aunt and uncle in Bel-Air. As the taxi approached, heeding my beckoning whistle, I could discern the word "FRESH" emblazoned upon its license plate, and took particular note of the pair of plush novelty dice which hung from the rear-view mirror. I was a bit taken aback by these strange omens, but quickly put them out of my mind as I cheerfully called to the driver: "To Bel-Air, my good man!" We arrived safely in Bel-Air at dusk, and as the driver came to a stop in front of the house where I was to live, I left him with the words: "Farewell, sir. Perhaps my nostrils shall delight in your aroma once more!" To be sure, it was a long journey, and as I gazed upon my estate in all its splendor, I knew once and for all that my rightful place was on the throne - as the young scion of the great and mighty kingdom of Bel-Air!

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Posts: 5,550 Group: Lord of Dairy Member #206 Joined: December 22, 2006 Identity Cheese	Are psychotic urges all that drive you? -Kreia Squid Vicious, Apr 6 2007 04:54:26 That's just cruel. Not that I oppose cruel in any way, shape or form.