Roleplaying, tabletop gaming, it doesn't matter, it's all dork junk, champ!
Look at the a**hole callin' the toilet paper s****y! You're a grown man who still plays with army men. If you feel the need to justify what you do as being "cool roleplay", then that's your bag, man. Any of us on the outside looking in don't see it that way, at all, and frankly, it makes you sound like an elitist turd. So, yes, I concur, you are, by your own admission, a big, turgid, swollen, dick! A dick, so hard up on himself, that he can't even take a piss! You can't even present your case without swearing and immediately devolving to personal attacks! Look at yourself, son!
I don't PvP because I'm too competitive. As I stated previously, you're better at PvP than I. You should be. You spend more time than me analyzing the game, proficiency is the wages of that time spent. Same way an Olympic swimmer, can swim better than I can. So if the point of a competition is to win, why would I choose to compete at something that I'm at a disadvantage in? Especially a videogame? It's not like there's any cash prizes. A Chinese General named Sun Tzu once said only fight when you have the advantage, on your terms, when the enemy has the advantage, get small. He wrote a book on competition, you should read it if you get the chance.
I like playing alone. That's why I do it. Escapism. Decompression. I feel it helps me be a better person. Friends with common interests are good, friends with diversified interests are better. Expands one's horizons beyond D+D and videogames.
Driving you away with "Criminal Incompetence". Oh boy, and the hits keep coming. It's a videogame! It's not real! Whether you win, or lose, in PvP or whatever, the sun will rise tomorrow! And unfortunately it's an MMO. Which means that, yes, even you, the coolest, most serious, competent, roleplaying, videogaming, army men playing, soul, to ever grace planet Earth, has to put up with the myriad, rainbow, that is the human race.
You're right. 30 is different from 23. Sorry, I forgot, in your world that lucky 7 is all the difference between a what, fuklulz, and a faceroller, right? What I mean is you're the fool who brags about dumping money into a used up, old and busted, machine, that's only gonna decrease in value the longer you have it, yet that's somehow better than those sorry fools out there that are driving a brand new Toyota! (incidently, if you're wondering this was a purely bait topic, and you not only bit, you swallowed the hook!)
Camry? Incorrect, once again. F-150, 2011 Raptor edition. Didn't buy the truck, I bought the warranty. Anything goes wrong, Ford fixes it, free of charge. My wife owned a corolla once, though, back in the eighties, which if I'm not mistaken, was a far better automobile, than any of the junk GM was flooding the market with at the time. At least by any of the major automobile periodicals of the time. Yup, GM's woes started with the Citation and continue through to this day. They've gotten a little bit better, not much, though. Anyhow, more to the point, I have to say you're easier to play than a busted, harmonica. Have any of your friends ever told you that it doesn't take much to get you to assume incorrect facts about people you don't know. And then open your mouth or a chat window, and voice those incorrect assumptions? Specifically, the Camry thing. I would have told you what I drive if you asked me, but it's almost like you have distinct patterns of black and white hardwired to your brain. When someone questions the validity of anything you say, you automatically assume that person is part of whatever the worst thing in that topic is for you. It's actually,... amusing. Who knew pulling strings could be so easy. How's that proverb go? It's better to let people assume you're ignorant, than to open your mouth (or text window!) and remove all doubt. All right I gotta leave cartoonland, and get to work. Fly low, beat the radar, and may the wind at your back always be your own, kid!
