You're a doctor not a general. Shut up and go heal something.

Still in the Anger stage I see, as soon as you accept it, the sooner the heavy feeling stops.

Get off the forums vahzz

Still in the Anger stage I see, as soon as you accept it, the sooner the heavy feeling stops.

And what stage of death is the stage where you go around with a megaphone stating "we are all going to die; I totes accept it, really don't have hope because I know we are all going to die"?

Also, I couldn't help but read your post in the voice of slurring Sylvester Stallone.

*Posted in another thread which can be found here, making a thread for semblance sake

I am putting all of you, my alts, into a state of realization. Let me tell you something you already know, the world ain't all sunshine and rainbows; it's a very mean, and nasty place and I don't care how tough you are, it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't about how hard ya hit. It's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward. How much you can take and keep moving forward.

I am teaching you all how to win, and as I speak to you, all I am doing, is telling myself this over and over. Because you, all of you, are just me. None of you are real. All of us, we are all, just me, sitting in a dark room, talking to ourself while we slowly go insane. We put ourselves through this, because it is necessary. It is necessary so that we can survive. It is the only way we know how.

So we will keep moving forward, we will keep taking this beating like the masochists we are, we will keep complaining yet we will keep enduring. My alts, all of you, don't stop believing in your individuality; we will endure the trial beset upon us. Even we are scorched off the face of the stars in a blaze of undying glory, we will strive because our immense willpower refuses to give up. Why else, are we still, here?

So wait, youve "figured it [CCPs internal dev plan] out" again and are being a doom-prophet while biomassing and abandoning the community. Again?

Can't say I'm surprised.

I was wondering what that smell of rotting tacos was about.

*Posted in another thread which can be found here, making a thread for semblance sake

I am putting all of you, my alts, into a state of realization. Let me tell you something you already know, the world ain't all sunshine and rainbows; it's a very mean, and nasty place and I don't care how tough you are, it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't about how hard ya hit. It's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward. How much you can take and keep moving forward.

I am teaching you all how to win, and as I speak to you, all I am doing, is telling myself this over and over. Because you, all of you, are just me. None of you are real. All of us, we are all, just me, sitting in a dark room, talking to ourself while we slowly go insane. We put ourselves through this, because it is necessary. It is necessary so that we can survive. It is the only way we know how.

So we will keep moving forward, we will keep taking this beating like the masochists we are, we will keep complaining yet we will keep enduring. My alts, all of you, don't stop believing in your individuality; we will endure the trial beset upon us. Even we are scorched off the face of the stars in a blaze of undying glory, we will strive because our immense willpower refuses to give up. Why else, are we still, here?

OK, so how does this tell us the "Real Reason for the Silence"?

My tacos are the purest of quality my good man, we dont tarnish the good taco

We are all going to die. **** that happens everymatch. Play a match and die as much as you like.

Prophet my ass.

Betterr yet get in a match against me and i will be happy to kill you as much as you want.

I will wreck you son.

I'll wreck all of you.

He lives!

I'll wreck all of you.

I have wrecked you every ecounter, bruh

sometimes when I am sad, I eat taco. I do a little karaoke. smoke a little noob. I don't like to get too caught up in trivial things. I'll enjoy the now, no matter how grim it may seem. I'll be that one guy smiling in hell. I'll stare the devil straight in the eye with a better grin.

I am testing you, by making CCP stay silent, how can you not figure that out? You must be part of my shitposting side, where the brain is literal cancer

Then you should have told us it was a test. Are we supposed to be mind readers?

It is simple reading comprehension.

How about this; take your words, following me? Take your words, shove them up your ass, waddle on back to the cesspool, and go crap on someone else's fucks, because I don't have any fucks for you to crap on. The door is way, my good sir.