Friday, October 11, 2013

Alrighty then.

"So...so....sooooo.....where do I begin...

I hate sleaze bags, I ever tell you that? No? Well I hate them, what do I mean by sleaze bags? Liars, tricksters, word twisters, those touchy feely kind of people, you know the kind that needs to touch you inappropriately to seem threatening. But today, a new kind was added to that list, from this day on, I also consider sleaze bags, those people that are too FUCKING scared to tell me to my face of what they think of me...

Say hi to Egle, currently, I am holding her by her hair and making her re-read her post.

Apparently she doesn't like the way I run things, she doesn't like my decisions, that apparently, I strayed from some sort of plan that we were following. A question arises, we...we had a plan? Huh? HUH!? YOU FU-.... alright, I'm calm.

Egle, dear, darling, sweetie you have a complaint, you tell it to my face, I'll listen, I'll probably consider it...after a year or so, STILL! Don't go behind my back, sneak onto my blog and publish such a post in order for me to see it. JUST TELL ME!

You getting all of this Egle, dear? Hm? Huh?

Have you read your post? Good, now I want you to read the comments, because people pose some interesting questions there.

I'll just summarize them for you in the words of Skywalker, why don't you just kill me and take over? Hm? Come one, tell me, I won't be mad, just come on.

You....you what? Oh...ohohohoh...HAHAHAHA! So, so let me get this straight, dear, you love me? Is that it? Is that the case? Hm? Oh wow, dear, I mean, so unexpected.

You know what, you know what, now it all comes together actually, you always worrying about me, you not betraying me after all the before mentioned "Bullshit" I put you through and you constantly BITCHING about my darling.

And that is the second part I wanted to talk to you about *Sound of a table being slammed*

So, I guess we have established that my darling is very much alive and not imaginary. You bitch about my darling one more time, I will kill you, just like that, just chop your fucking head off.

As for my "plans", there was only one plan with which I was forming this team and that is very simple, I formed this team to cause as much Destruction as we could and quite frankly, with the latest stunt we pulled, we caused quite a lot of mayhem.

I never forced you to join this team, got it Snake Girl? You can leave any time you want, if you got onto this team, in order to win my affection, then you just wasted months and MONTHS of your time.

I'm letting you go now, will you leave, or stay it is up to you, now get out of my sight."

So yeah, had a good talk with her, she's still here, ut all quiet and such, I don't really care.

16 comments:

  1. You tell her Kell!

    Defend your darling!

    Smack a bitch or two!

    -Bill Coyote Cipherius

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    1. Now don't get me wrong, I like when people appreciate what I do, but you, you, YOU, you just get off as a shameless ass kisser. And ya know, I really, really, REALLY dislike ass kissers.

      Worse than sleaze bags.

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    2. No, no! I'm not ass kissing. I'm just so EXCITED about everything people like you, Morningstar, or Veigar do savvy? Ya see Kell, I enjoy destruction, chaos, and whatnot. Hell, I'm fairly certain I was created for it!

      Those things are your goal.

      And I'm enjoying every second of it.

      -Bill Coyote Cipherius

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    3. I like how you said "I'm not ass kissing!" and then proceeded to kiss his ass.

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    4. What, I can't say I enjoy what he does without it being ass kissing?

      Then I guess I kissed the Spanish Inquisition's and Holocaust's asses, because I really enjoyed those.

      -Bill Coyote Cipherius

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    5. Nah, you kissed Tomás de Torquemada's and Adolf Hitler's arses.

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    6. Alright kids, break it up.

      Apologies Bill, but you must understand, that you didn't really explain that, besides the blogs have been filling up with a lot of shameless ass kissers recently, so you can't really blame me.

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  2. Tell Egle I'm disappointed as fuck. Joining a team solely to win over the heart of some fuckwad? Lady, when he holds you by the hair, that's your cue to beat the shit out of him. Why the fuck are you sitting there being quiet when some dick arms just humiliated you for having feelings? Have some goddamn self respect.

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    2. Bear in mind there's probably some serious self esteem issues there. After all, that's how the queen of snakes picks her servants.

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    3. Sorry. But it's just jarring. She's better than me in every way; she survived all her torture without breaking like I did. So this is a bit of a slap in the face.

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    4. People who seem to survive without breaking are often the ones who hide it better.
      Also, 'better than you in every way'? Are you serious? Least you're smart enough not to join the crazy people with their crazy plans and expect the fears to leave you be. Also, you're not a servant, which puts you a hefty step above.

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    5. Yes, I'm serious.

      She wanted to join a group of crazy people, so she did it. She had that choice.

      What has not being a servant done for my morality? I'd never consider being one. But running hasn't made me a better person. It didn't make me any less worthless. I just ground myself down into something I can't pick back up again, and I only have myself to blame for that. She, on the other hand, had external factors.

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    6. Implying that there were no external factors for you? really now?

      And she did make a choice, but you know what? It was a stupid choice for the aims she had. She made the choice to take a subordinate position in the hopes of that leading to a relationship with a maniac. Then she chose to complain about said maniac on his own blog. The aim wasn't to join a bunch of crazy people, she just did that because she couldn't think of a better way.

      As for the not being a servant thing? I'm fairly sure not having a voice in the back of your mind trying to make you kill everyone you meet would make you a better person. Not to mention, you're acting for yourself. As a servant, there's always that little nagging doubt that you're just doing what the Master wants.

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  3. Hm, I was perplexed by her sudden misgivings with the consequences of pursuing your goal, and now it makes sense. I'd be lying if I said I could not relate in some way to the plight of the poor dear, yet I agree with Sanna's sentiment that it was foolish to join your team for the sake of winning your love. Ah, love is a bitch, right?

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    1. I'll add to this and say Egle, you should have told him. I used to REALLY fancy this boy I was friends with in my form at school, in spite of the language barrier (he was Polish and didn't speak English, and I'm English and don't speak Polish, but hey, love is a universal language.) Had I asked him out, what's the worst that could have happened? He'd have declined and we'd have gone on with our merry lives. But I never did, and now I'm good as dead with a lot of regrets.

      Indeed, love is a bitch. First Diana, now Egle. Kelevra's the new Leonardo DiCaprio. He know that the girls dem want, London to Taiwan. Is it this "bad boy" phenomenon at hand?

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