Hi I'm new.

[Felix-0]

*I smell a troll*

[Archem]

I smell sarcasm.

This is not something newbies should be using effectively. I'm concerned...

[Angel Walter]

I'm concerned...

Looking at this thread, I'm not surprised...

[schilcote]

I smell sarcasm.

This is not something newbies should be using effectively. I'm concerned...

Mwahahahaha. I am Schilcote, the ancient master of teh interwebs! Al Gore got nuthin' on me.

Actually I'm not a newbie, I've been around the internet for some time now.

[Obvious Sock Account]

"Some time" being about six months, by my estimation, considering how you handle yourself.

[Archem]

Oh snap.

[Felix-0]

"Some time" being about six months, by my estimation, considering how you handle yourself.

Wouldn't give him that much credit.

[Red Giant]

Many thousands of years ago, in a time forgotten by many, when the great mages still fought with raw magick in the plains, when knights of valor saved princesses from the jaws of many a foul demon, there was a man so evil, so utterly malevolent that merely reading his name or looking upon his face caused instant death. He could not die himself, for the legions of hell were too afraid to accomodate him. It was said that his mother had no so much birthed him as been the gateway through which he tore into the world. One time he kicked a kitten so hard its ribcage came out of it's ear.

It was considered bad luck even to think about discussing Him, and in many a province such an offense was punishable by execution. One erudite young scholar, when in discussion with a class, dared to bring him up, referring to him not by his true name (A sound, you understand, so steeped in etheric negativity that the mere act of bringing it into the physical world is enough to send the speaker into the plane of hyperdeath), but instead by a pseudonym of his making. Simply, he called our dread lord "dark" followed by "666", a number signifying the number of universes it is rumoured that he had eaten.

No sooner had the Scholar begun his speech on Dark666 (Questions as to the exaggeration of folklore, of mass hysteria, even going so far as to question Dark666's existance altogether) when the walls of the academy began to tremble. The roof collapsed in a deafening shower of debris, and from the heavens descended the figure of a demonic horserider wearing armour blacker than the heart of a shadow. As his unearthly steed made impact with the ground, it tore through many of the innocent students below, their bodies erupting into a mushy gorewave of blood and meat. He dismounted and began his approach to the Scholar, who was now frozen with a kind of fear only the mercy of death could remedy. The rider clasped the Scolar's neck with one of his thousand arms, fleshless ravens singing the song of eternal agony as they formed a shadowy blizzard around them.

He said only these words, before crushing the Scholar so hard that his soul was shot into geocentric orbit;

"That's Mr.Dark666 to you"

[fruckert]

That's awesome.

[SaiKar]

See, here, I was just about to lock this thread, when along comes Red bein' awesome and making me glad I didn't.

[Cosmos]

... Will you guys stop being such fuckin assholes? Enough with the spam. Enough with the trolling. If you ain't got shyte nice to say, don't post nothing. How about being productive? Do not yell at a new person for making requests, you end up looking like a douche. Anyone can make a request. Good lord... How about making a game? A COMPLETE game? LOL@TAT!