Why are you here? Neogaf and mmorpg.com where you can blow bullshit up each other's assholes is right over yonder on the internet. To the left.
Why? you ask Utnayan?
Why do they flock hither and not dwell there yonder in cesspools filled to brim with hordes of foolish minions, full of their juvenile neonate peers? Why do they not dwell among the putrid volumes of squirts aspiring to evolve out of those sudoric moory waters? Those putrid waters fester with the fetid but seductive effluvium of excrement (aka $$) of corporate shills. Those rank seductive vapors infuse them with nebulous visions inducing them to go forth and spread the resultant virulent delusions.
It is quite simply the irresistible allure of heavenly Trolling vapors of the Fires of Heaven that draws them near.
The Trolling can have a strong influence on the weak minded.
T'is the superlative quality and peerless affectation of the baiting Trollage found only in these here torrid heavens! The Laura s and the Qwertys and Variises come full of sophomoric aspirations, eager to scrutinize, rub shoulders and trade verbal blows with those possessing a more seasoned acquaintance with, and luminous insight into, the world of MMORPGs. That is what lures them, but tis is the blissful wafts of ripe essence of Troll that traps and binds them here.
Such poor feeble minds already, weakened and softened....
At first they recoil at the stench of the scrutiny of an honest truthful reception, but the slightest whiff of fiery Trollage and their feeble minds weaken then soften more, and they flock back hither, restless, woefully short on patience and barely lettered yet bleating even more, encyclopedic volumes full of aspirations, to impel and choke these heavens with the gloriously tortuous *virtues* of their delusional speculations. These horridly foul fancies and specters of induced visions... conjured and induced by dubious vendors of illusive soft bits, novice conjurors of ill repute and even more scant experience. They peddle imaginary grandeurs purporting to exemplify that which has not yet attained sufficient permanence of aspect. Their dreamy delusions have no form or weight to pass for real, let alone embody the glorious and wondrous bliss the denizens of heaven are led to believe they shall experience upon passing the two bit vendors virtual gates. But high with pride and hubris that comes of inhaling of the effluvium of excrement of shills, the minions delude themselves and others with fancies of things unlikely to ever come to be.
They blither and blather and piffle and bluster, unable to perceive the wicked reality.....
Upon arrival these minions, poor creatures of feeble mind, meager wit, and possessing but the most trifling of tenuous grasps on that which is real and true, are quite simply overwhelmed. Doomed to inexorably degenerate into a stuttering piffle when confronted with the blinding audacity of the harsh, dour and tremendously bitter truth.
Our wickedly dishonorable fantasy peddling industry is in reality hawking nothing more than calcified turds and passing them off for diamonds and other gems of value to the unwary masses.
Tis an affront to any but the weakest of minds!
And so these fires were formed in these here heavens (praise be to the Suni who tends and floats aloft the crucible), so these gems may be examined and tested, but only should they prove worthy! The fires burn most brightly on both the shit of bulls as well as the shitters of bull, but also flare nicely on their minions of shill!
Tis a glorious spectacle! Sixty times over six hundred and twenty four pages of of smoking ashes, a testament to the igneous reception that awaits the unwary conjurer of bits and his wares. Only those trading in true gems of worth and substance stand a chance of passing through the trials of merciless scrutiny.
And the fires burn on, tended at low flame, awaiting the conflagration of a....product release!!
(distant fanfare! of Everquest music............ and roooooaring of the Visionary war wizard of fiery vengeance! ...... DInggggg!!!......)
In between such tests of merit, they are fueled by the fluttering of gums and tongues of minions. And with their wits, bare asses and flapping tounges handed to them on platters of smouldering charred cinders, they keep coming back!
(dum dum dum..... dum dum dum.......barely audible chanting.... Ara....ne Ara..d..e......... A...ra...d.ne )
The troll is too strong....for the minions of the Visionary War Wizard.........
Drawn like moths to a flame, they hark back to the Fires of Heaven.
(dum dum dum........ troll drums beating in the background.....)
Just a few fancies of fantasy .... to help bring reality closer (sincerely) .... and ..... hopefully.....
Pantheon On!! (Where are joooo
@Convo )
