What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little sprucecap? I’ll have you know I botted to the top of my realm, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on AD, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in walrus warfare and I’m the top marksman in the entire H&H hearthling forces. You are nothing to me but just another archery target. I will wipe you the fuck out with perception the likes of which has never been seen before on this Hearth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with posting that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the realm and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, grub. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my base stats. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Ring of Brodgar Wiki and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the odditown map, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.