The Dribbling Beavers/SRGandAoM

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What I posted at the AoM Talk Page:

I'm famous!

http://urbandeadangels.blogspot.com/

I feel quite honored to be the persona non grata at the first post of your web site! I'm also impressed that I used a latin phrase to show my intelligence, and then even put it into italics. (I'm slightly less impressed with myself because I had to use Google to make sure it wasn't 'person non grata'.)

I like this silly game you folks play. You prance around with your guns and blast people by your silly rules. Well, the silly rules you make up on the spot, since you can no longer be hindered by the 30HP "rule". That stunt with blurredbrain2 being in the Mall to get killed over and over, in order to justify running in and slaughtering a bunch of people who did not PK him, was beautiful. Look! I even kept the screen shots!

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And you folks are clever! When life hands PKers death, the PKers create alts that hover in neighboring suburbs, who run in quickly to revive the primary character. That's smart thinking, because everybody wants to kill PKers, even the zeds!

Hurray, you get to have your fun with the Dribbling Beavers now! You terrorize the suburb with your antics, then you leave and claim, what is it, yes, VICTOLY!!!!! Hilarious! So I'll pick myself up off the ground so that you can blast me again, and again, and again, and again! I'm really wanting you folks to have a blast (preferably in my direction! LOL!) while in Santlerville.

When you leave, I guess I'll pick myself off the ground (again!) and go back to playing. But now I have a fun new enemy! Oh, those Angel of Mercy! They shook me all night long! GRR! ARGH! CURSES! And this game just wouldn't be the same without the 'us' versus 'them', the white hats vs. black hats, the aliens vs. predators.

But wait, I can't hate you guys! You're just fun-loving happy sprites spreading joy and glee everywhere you go! I will just have to keep the memories of those hap-hap-happier times in my never-dying brain. Along with the bullet rounds in my never-fully-healed ass. Woogity! --Sexy Rexy Grossman 02:33, 15 March 2007 (UTC)