don't think anyone knew who you were when you did play. uptowns tanks must have been real legendary stuck in the redline every PC.

He who speaks humble words is prepared for battle. He who speaks words of violent pride is ready for his death.-sun tzu

he who kicked your corp out of PC and made them go inactive was me.

Flako has taught a great deal of tthings in life. A: not to make a video game a bragging right. B:Not to hold grudges. C:Give people the benefit of the doubt when they deserve it. And finally D:Not to argue with fools. I can lead a fool to reason but I can't make him think. And don't use a straw man fallacy with me. Thank you for reading.

He who speaks humble words is prepared for battle. He who speaks words of violent pride is ready for his death.-sun tzu

If i had my way anyone who ever quoted "Sun Tzu" in relation to video games would be burned at the stake.

If i had my way anyone who ever quoted "Sun Tzu" in relation to video games would be burned at the stake.

I'll put up 10 million to get DEATH SURRONDS in this tank battle.

Or we can save ourselves time and you can just go ahead and send me your ISK.

If I had my way, anyone who masquerades as intelligent and enters conversations he had no stake in would face the fate of the dodo.

Viktor, a wise man speaks because he has something to say, fool, because he needs to say something. I don't claim to masquerade as being intelligent as you claimed I am in using my words on me. Intelligence in my opinion is not a trophy, but a elevated state of mind achieved by challenging a persons perception and judgment in a open minded way. You assault and denounce statements, ideas, and claims I have made since to you, its that I am just blatantly wrong. Are you going to actually give me a open minded debate, or are you going to make me go through the way of Socrates? And on a departing note, to satisfy your false dichotomy; all I know is that I know nothing.

You want an open minded debate on whether or not you should be burned stake because someone on the Internet said it. Are you an idiot?

You want an open minded debate on whether or not you should be burned stake because someone on the Internet said it. Are you an idiot?

You truly are simple minded. Nice straw man fallacy you moron.

Mark was the stuff of dreams. Kind, caring, attentive. Enough to make all of my friends jealous. But today something horrible happened, something that I wouldnGÇÖt wish on even my worst enemy. I found out something about Mark that will forever change my opinion about him, and my ability to trust men has been forever shattered.

Shortly after dinner, my best friend Jessica called me and told me she had some information to share with me about Mark. I begged her to just tell me over the phone, but she insisted that it had to be in person. So we met up an hour later at the Jitterbug Cafe, our favorite java-spot to sip cappuccino and check out acoustic guitar music on a Friday Night. However, tonight the sound of acoustic guitar music would be replaced with the sound of tears, sniffling, tissues being removed from tissue packets and other sounds that indicate that something sad is happening.

It was there at the cafe that Jessica told me the bad news: Mark is actually just a couple of old hot dogs inside of a very tiny, mohair sweater.

At first I couldnGÇÖt believe the words she was saying as they were coming out of her mouth. IGÇÖd heard of this happening to other girls, but I never thought it would happen to me. But the more I thought about it, the clues all started to add up; his occasional odor of old hot dogs, his refusal to ever speak and his inability to walk across the room on his own accord.

I asked Jessica to explain to me how she found out the truth about Mark. She told me that she started to piece it all together when she observed a text message conversation between Mark and I. She noticed that Mark wasnGÇÖt responding to anything I was saying to him. And thatGÇÖs because heGÇÖs a couple of old hot dogs, and hot dogs canGÇÖt text.

And even though Mark was the star point guard in our schools basketball team, nobody could ever recall Mark actually participating in any of the games. Instead he would always just sit on the sidelines; typical behavior for a person that is not really a person but really just a couple of generic hot dogs inside of a mini sweater.

But perhaps the most revealing moment was last week at NolanGÇÖs bonfire, when Mark was actually mistaken for a pack of hot dogs. We all laughed it off. GÇ£How hilarious! Rachel just thought Mark was a pack of hot dogs! Maybe take it easy on the buzz juice, Rachel!GÇ¥ And although Rachel does seem to have a problem with alcohol consumption, this was the night that Jessica finally realized the truth about Mark.

This is a reality facing young girls everywhere today: somewhere out there, someone is knitting tiny, little mohair sweaters, filling them with stinky, old hot dogs and then putting them into circulation as real people. Often they go ignored; faceless in an endless sea of people. You may have sat across from one on a crowded bus without even noticing. But other times theyGÇÖre courted by young, vulnerable girls whose only mistake is that theyGÇÖre looking for love in a world that is so, so cold.

I really thought I was going to marry Mark, that he was going to be the one. My friends got along with him, my family approved. I never thought he would do this to me: reveal that he was actually just a couple of old frankfurters nestled within a sweater fit for a newborn. But I suppose if thereGÇÖs one thing that IGÇÖve learned from this whole ordeal, itGÇÖs that not everybody turns out to be the person you think they are.

Stupid spreads like a disease, so i banish you from the war room in order to protect my fellow PC players. Go infect the people of general discussion.

Funny how you avoid this all. Either you're nervous of actually conversing with me or you simply can't. Whatever reason it is, I don't care. Good day to you.