Quote (kaspir @ Sep 18 2010 05:09pm)
I never told you a reason why I left. You are making up your own truth that you want to believe that something got the best of me. If you are making a lie to make yourself feel better.. go for it. Please keep me out of the drama.
THE DRAMA is why I left.
I was hoping we could still be gentlemen.. not after this comment you made tho.. you didn't exactly what I expected, so I guess I will respond to you because I know you were hoping for it!
You guys have a awesome group of slashers here.. you don't need to add salt to the wound to prove that you have an Unfair Advantage.. no one ever cared about that, it was at first the personalities that drew me here to UA.
Greg you are over-reacting. There is no drama. I don't understand what is drama to you? Nothing is different here, I just decided to sell out for myself
I'm not even quite sure what your mad about here... lol
I think you may have taken Nicks post a little out of context. No one is out to get you, we are all friends. We'll miss you.
As a little time passes you will see it's nothing to be upset about. We are all sad you left. Wish you would of stayed
Ok, Time to read this wall of text Trent posted
Quote (WarFox @ Sep 18 2010 04:19pm)
I need you to relay a message to MrMojoRising. Upon walking through the back woods behind my house, I heard a noise. I wondered "Beith that the chatter of squirrels? No. Beith that of a crow yelling out? No. Beith that of a whimpering dog? Why yes! That is precisely the sound I hear!" So I rushed straight to the source as fast as mine own legs would take me. What is it I find at the very spot but a dog caught in a bush madeth of the most prickly thorns! "Hold now, dear puppy. I will saveth thee from this horrid thorn bush!" With one gallant motion, I scooped up the dog and pulled it from the bush that grabbed on to thou fur. "What is this?" I thought with extreme curiousity, "A dog tag?" I quickly looked at the tags hanging from the doggeth's collar. "Alas! MrMojoRising is supposed to be holding refuge for this dog. Will not the caretaker of this mongrel beith upset if he finds the pup all torn up by this bush of thorns?" I started with my new companion down the walk toward the house that was printeth on the canine's tags. It wasn't til fifty or so paces that I had a brilliant idea! A ransom! I know Jim to be the richest man in town, for he has many leather bound books and his apartment smells of rich mahogany. That is where we leave off. I have the dog of MrMojoRising's boss, and he has the money I need. I will not return the animal until the sum of one hundred and fifty thousand forum gold is delivered at my doorstep. He has twenty four hours to fulfill my demands or his boss will beith a very unhappy man.
Fox at War
Oh, I see how it is
I liked your story, very nice :). Luckily, I have the dogs whistle, and he will come to me as soon as he hears it. Just going to have to hunt you down...
This post was edited by MrMoJoRising on Sep 18 2010 03:21pm