foboslc wrote:Goons. They grief. They griefed so much games. While I was the victim of goonswarm only once, in EVE, when they fucked up alliance I was in( YOU @!(^#@(* SCUM BOB WILL BE BACK),I head a lot of stories from other peple. The fact they are coming here... just terrifies me.
The sun went down with practiced bravado, I didn't like
the way the show started, but they had given me the best
seat in the house, front row center. I would have laughed,
if I could have remembered how, and It is colder than the
devil's heart, raining ice pitchforks as if the heavens were
ready to fall.
There was no glory in this. I hadn't asked for this crap.
Trouble had come to me, in big dark swarms. The good
and the just, they were like gold dust in this city. I had no
illusions. I was not one of them. I was no hero. Just me
and the gun. My options had decreased to a singular
course.
I don't know about angels, but it's fear that gives men
wings, and I knew the appetites of ghosts intimately. They
hungered for revenge.
Just when you thought you had reached the deepest
depths of horror, it suddenly got worse. How to turn off
that small voice inside your head that started to whisper
that you should be glad... that now, if not before, your
revenge was justifiable on any conceivable moral scale.
That small voice proved, beyond any doubt, that I was
damned.
Mine wasn't the most original approach to the problem:
An eye for an eye, the oldest principle of revenge. Old as
dirt, but still going strong.
The truth splits my skull open, a glaring green light
washing the lies away. All of my past was just fragmented
still shots, words hanging in the air like balloons. I was in
a graphic novel. Funny as Hell, it was the most horrible
thing I could think of.
Who am I kidding, the best I am, is superman on
kryptonite. We are willing to suffer, to die for the things
we care about. For love, for the right choices.
You can't run from your pain, you'll end up running in
circles, only the hole's becoming deeper, Death keeps
writing me Valentines in blood, now I am too afraid to go
on..
"...You Drain My Heart And Made A
Spade, But Theres Still Traces Of Me In
Your Veins..."
) in Darkfall, who thought he was going to make a LARPer's medievil kingdom, in a game, where ganking is encouraged and also a main feature.....yeeeeeah....
also really how do I remove my hearth fire can I move it somewhere else 
