This is just the entirety of Vast Error in a rentry

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This young troll stands in his respiteblock. It just so happens that today, the 22nd bi-lunar perigee of the dark season's 3rd blink, is the day of this indicated troll's larval awakening, also known as his wriggling day. A night that stands out in infamy among the rest of the litter, mainly due to the fact that it really does not need to exist.

Though it was eight solar sweeps ago he was given life, and also eight sweeps ago he was given a name, he decides to let you think of an effortless insult in one of those plates that appear whenever you attempt to name someone. As is customary for this planet's usual birthing rituals. He can sense that the tips of your nubs are perspiring with anticipation at such an idea.

Go on and get it over with.

Enter name.

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Yes, this is most certainly the greatest jab in the history of all universes. This guy congratulates you on how original you are for coming up with an insult that even a wriggler's pre-osmosis think pan could easily conjure in a matter of seconds.

Alright. He's giving you one more chance to not ruin this, though he highly doubts the odds of said chance stand in his favor.

Try again.

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What do you know? He was completely right. In fact, he was more than right. That was even WORSE than your original attempt! How is that even possible?

Let's just move on to identifying his real name before you embarrass yourself any further.

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Your name is ARCJEC VOORAT.

As was previously mentioned, it is your wriggling day. It's not something you feel needs to be celebrated, or that anyone else does, for that matter. These arbitrary dates are nothing but depressing reminders of past mistakes, always there to drive home the fact that no matter what, you have no option but to continue to live with the weight of your actions, sweep after sweep, with no recourse.

Your planet's population isn't big on the concept. It's just not something to bring up in polite conversation.

Unlike most trolls your age, or even trolls of an earlier age, you DON'T HAVE MANY HOBBIES. Not every troll around can end up being some sort of prodigy, alright? Not to mention, the few things that you ARE interested in aren't exactly considered productive means of time usage. You could even say that you're often quite LAZY.

In the past, you enjoyed READING STORIES OF MASKED VIGILANTES and WATCHING VARIOUS FORMS OF 2D FICTION. This used to lead to bouts of ARTISTICALLY INCLINED SCRIBBLING, but you're NOT THAT INTERESTED IN DOING THOSE THINGS ANYMORE, for unspecified reasons. You also drink copious amounts of MOUNTAIN DEW CODE RED. So copious, in fact, that you might even be able to label it as an ADDICTION. Drinking this stuff is not something that you're proud of, but it gets the job done.

You don't take much part in talking to your eleven other friends, even though they constantly take part in pestering you on that NEW CHAT SYSTEM, SKORPE.

Yeah, there really isn't that much more to say about you.

Your troll tag is animatedHumorist, and while your screen name and quirk are sort of... really awkward now, you've left them alone. XDXD They also manage to be hypocritical, considering the fact that you speak in a rather serious tone most of the time. XDXD

Right now, you don't have anything you need to be doing. You should probably come up with SOMETHING, though. You're already getting tired of just standing in this spot and blankly staring at the other side of the room.

What will you do?

Arcjec: Pick up all of this trash on your floor.

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Are you referring to all the cans of CODE RED? In that case, you're completely mistaken about them being trash.

If there was such a thing as an objective measurement of quantifiable wrongness, separated by levels, you'd be on the highest one of them all. You're wrong in every sense of the definition, of which there are many. You are wrong so many times.

Well, you guess the ones laying down were just haphazardly tossed back as you finished them. And the ones standing up are finished too, actually. However, you have intentionally left a couple of them marinating for a while near your desk, in case some sort of hurried caffeinated emergency presents itself.

The balls of paper are actually trash, though. Maybe you'll pick them up later, if you feel like it.

Maybe.

Arcjec: Look at posters.

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You used to think that these two were some of the biggest badasses who have ever not lived. BATMAN and DEADPOOL were your favorites, back when you were younger.

You haven't read any of their issues in a VERY LONG TIME. Around two sweeps or so, to be more specific. You always fantasized about how amazing it would be to have superpowers, or a special array of technology as great as theirs.

In retrospect, it wasn't the most well-planned of aspirations. It could never have happened, and will never happen, because this is real life. And that's not how things work in the real world, which harbors real life.

Although. As you gaze at their tightly-suited splendor, you can't help but once again wonder what things would be like if you had, say, the power to always miraculously survive, even in the most brutal of murder scenarios. Or if you could fly! But that's all in the past now.

Why you still keep these up, you have no clue.

Arcjec: Stack up Code Red cans and plow through them like a skulltitan.

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Hahaha! Not going to happen. You can't believe you even THOUGHT about that. Despite how quote-unquote fun it may dubiously end up being, you can't afford to be silly right now.

Meandering around your block and looking at all of your old junk while sulking is much more important than your own entertainment!

Arcjec: Overdramatically turn and glare at the picture on your dartboard.

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You slowly turn your head around in order to look at the appalling box printed out on your dartboard. Where can you even begin with this abhorrent monstrosity some would dare call "food"? That's a large exaggeration away from the truth. A detestably enormous miscalculation on their part. Vast, even.

Usually, food tends to be the least of your worries. Your species has an affinity for sustaining themselves on various mishmashes of carboloaded artificiality. But if you ever again tried to process something like PIZZA AND TREATZA, there would be vomit on the ground. It would be plain incomprehensible just how much vomit would come to exist on your floor. You would barf out every last organ you have sitting inside you.

You're getting tired of looking at that picture on the dartboard. It's not tired of looking at you, though. It never is.

You're just going to have to...

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SHOW IT WHO RUNS THINGS AROUND HERE!

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You have effectively shown it who runs things around here. It should know better than to try to challenge you! But you are aware that it'll always stay pinned there, staring at you, awaiting the next battle. Prepared time and time again, certain of its defeat but triumphant and persistent enough that it thinks it'll get past you without so much as one more dart in its ugly mug.

In a way, you feel as if it always has some form of victory over you, each time you two duel. A shallow, yet painful victory. It holds the pleasure of having already beaten you, but it is too modest to let you know.

Not that you actually took the time to throw anything, that was all in your imagination.

Arcjec: Look at the book on top of your thermal hull.

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It's really nothing worth looking at.

There's no need to go back there.

Something: Happen.

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And just what could that be?

Whatever it is, it totally almost turned off your inner monologue. Can you believe the nerve of some trolls out there? I mean seriously, what is up with this society? They think they can just do whatever they— Okay, monologue restored, you can go investigate now.

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After a thorough and intricate peek at the scene, you've come to the conclusion that the plink very much means death.

Arcjec: Scream.

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Arcjec: Get up and hide under your desk.

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Arcjec: Get interrupted from hiding.

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Oh, so close.

Phase one, screaming and running around anxiously, was complete. It is the only logical start to any brilliant plan. Phase two, the final phase, WAS going to be hiding for several hours and pretending to be dead. This is an act you CAN put on, quite effectively, but it's not really needed at this point. You're already feeling dead enough without giving into the whims of zany, spur-of-the-moment ideas.

Plus, it appears that one of your pesky chat fodder buddies has been patiently lying in wait for a response you were elated to not have to give. Not that there's anything forcing you to respond to the message, but as we've seen, things only get worse when you keep to your own devices. You're just THAT lucky.

Given that your untimely demise is now imminent, you suppose it wouldn't hurt to have someone to share your final moments with, would it?

Even if it has to be THIS windbag.

Arcjec: Examine Computer.

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Before you answer, you take a short moment to move the junk off of your desk, grab your keyboard, and examine your COMPUTER. You have spent many a lifeless hour sitting here and doing absolutely nothing. It's actually pretty great.

Until things start happening. Then it's not.

Much like the rest of your spaces, your desktop has various OLD PICTURES and FILES scattered wherever. You make sure to cover the screen so you don't ever have to SEE THEM. Your virtual hivekeeping is further impeded by the fact that, over sweeps of carelessly browsing the web, you have accumulated quite a number of NASTY VIRUSES. You get FAKE ADVERTISEMENTS FOR PRODUCTS YOU DIDN'T WIN on a nearly constant basis.

The SKORPE CHAT CLIENT is open. Truth be told, the thing is laden with its fair share of complicated strings, broken code walls and a completely whack update schedule that doesn't seem to affect anything one way or the other.

The main draw lies in the fact that, despite being clunky at best, it is remarkably CUSTOMIZABLE. For starters, it allows for variations on ONLINE STATUS. CLOYING, FORSTRAUGHT, CALCITRANT and INCOGNIZABLE are the four regular settings, but there's a sizeable array of more esoteric emotion-like displays, if one were so inclined.

SKORPE users can also decorate the program with various ALLITERATIVE THEMES relating to various hobbies and interests, from the trivial to the obscure. Anything you could possibly think of is there, somewhere. Even the ones who arguably shouldn’t exist in the first place.

You, however, keep the built in "SYSTEMATIC STOCK" theme, because these idiotic bells and whistles do nothing for you.

You are set to CALCITRANT at ALL TIMES, which effectively mutes all notifications. You refuse to be subjected to the unruly din of a ping with every single message. Your system also delivers a blunt, professional and automatic note to any and all parties who attempt to contact you.

Though, as always, that doesn't deter this one from chatting it up with you. Or any of the others, for that matter.

This is a good enough time to give in, since it may very well be your last chance to walk away from a social interaction on the right foot.

Only it won't be.

Arcjec: Answer Troll.

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-- windlessArtificer [WA] began trolling animatedHumorist [AH] --

WA: Hey-

-- animatedHumorist [AH] isn't here. He isn't. He's gone and it says to not bother him right by his name, the red dot whatchamacallit. You know the one? Of course you do, and you message him anyways. What is wrong with you? --

WA: Man-
WA: I know you're there-
WA: You like literally never go anywhere-
WA: At all-
WA: Ever-
WA: Pst-
WA: Psssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssst-
WA: Gonna run out of breath psting you-
WA: Pss-
WA: t-
WA: There I go-
WA: Come on-
WA: I got a real important question for you-
WA: You can't just do me like this-
AH: XDXD I'm pretty sure I not only can do that to you, but almost always do that to you. XDXD
WA: Oh good- there you are-
WA: I was starting to get as sad as you normally sound-
WA: Woof-
AH: XDXD I think my text will continue to speak for itself here. Do me a favor and imagine an absurdly dragged out and coarse voice for this situation. XDXD
AH: XDXD That voice will be me. XDXD
WA: Alright-
AH: XDXD Now imagine that same voice over my words. As soon as you're done with that, imagine that this very same rasp is much less streamlined, and that my stress center is about a single hearty throb away from blowing off in your general direction, promptly thwapping your face with a load of general common sense as this next sentence runs through your blank canvas of a mind. XDXD
AH: XDXD Ahem. XDXD
AH: XDXD Leave me alone, I'm about to die and I don't want my final memories to be of your short spoken minimalist lung detritus. XDXD
WA: Okay but-
WA: What about my important question-?
WA: Because I mean- it's pretty important-
AH: XDXD It still falls in line with short spoken minimalist lung detritus. XDXD
AH: XDXD Maybe with a little more phlegm and a rugged cough to go with it? XDXD
AH: XDXD Who knows, with you there are always infinite possibilities to explore! XDXD
AH: XDXD Which is to say there are sparingly few and you're as one-dimensional as they come. XDXD
AH: XDXD Take a lesson in character before you decide to say something that's supposedly important to the big things you're playing up. XDXD
WA: Yeah alright drama-squirt that's great and all-
WA: But Arcjec-
WA: Listen-
AH: XDXD What. XDXD
WA: Listen-
AH: XDXD What. XDXD
WA: Listen-
AH: XDXD WHAT. XDXD
WA: Me and UK need an extra player in our game-
WA: You should play with us-
AH: XDXD That wasn't a question, that was a statement. XDXD
AH: XDXD Also, what game? XDXD
WA: Anthropormunicipality-
WA: What other game would I be talking about-
AH: XDXD That polygonal mess of- XDXD
AH: XDXD Ugh. XDXD
AH: XDXD Okay, here's the thing. XDXD
AH: XDXD I'm not going to join you and also I don't care about you wasting YOUR time, because I'm focusing MY time and MY worries on my life and how it is about to get tragically cut short. XDXD
AH: XDXD By the way. The only, and I do mean ONLY, reason I even thought to give you anywhere near this long of a response instead of a curt howdy-fuck-off is because I need someone to bear witness to this. XDXD
WA: Oh are you serious-?
AH: XDXD I would say I'm dead serious but I'd be way too right for my own good. XDXD
WA: I thought you were just being your usual- Over-the-top self-
WA: The typical pain and suffering- Y'know-
WA: But if you're actually totally honestly serious- you should tell me what's going on-
WA: I may live in the dark- but that doesn't mean I like being left in it-
WA: Woof-
AH: XDXD I don't even know. There was a foreboding death cloaked figure who threw a sediment nugget at my window, I saw them for the span of a nanoblink, and then they were gone. XDXD
AH: XDXD I was trying to be professional and hide under my desk until you decided to be the obtuse disturber that you are. XDXD
AH: XDXD Part of my splattered life pigment is going to be on your hands now, and I swear if they're adhesive coated when that happens, it's going to spontaneously turn acidic. XDXD
WA: Well- If I don't hear from you again soon I'll go ahead and assume you're dead-
WA: And I'll be sure to come by and collect your body if it's still there-
WA: Make something nice out of it-
WA: No guarantees though-
WA: If whoever's chasing you wants something with your corpse- I can't really help you-
AH: XDXD Perfect. That's the most perfect thing you have ever said to me. XDXD
AH: XDXD Do me a favor, though. XDXD
AH: XDXD I know for a fact that it's not PO, so if I do disappear into obscurity, tell her that the mutilation fairy finally granted her long awaited wish. XDXD
AH: XDXD Anyway, I'm leaving you now regardless. XDXD
AH: XDXD Bye. XDXD
WA: Sure-
WA: But one more thing-
WA: Real fast-
WA: Do you have any glue-?
AH: XDXD No, and if you ever knocked off the rolling around in it you might get to actually keep some on hand. XDXD

-- animatedHumorist [AH] gave up trolling windlessArtificer [WA] --

WA: Damn-

Arcjec: Check the window again, just to be sure.

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This goes against your better instincts, but the curiosity is simply maddening. Besides, balling up under your desk just won't be satisfying if there are no threatening parties there to bear witness to your outstanding hiding prowess.

Still, the plinkster couldn't have just disappeared like that... right?

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There is no one there.

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No, that's not right. That can't be right! Disappearing like they did isn't feasible!

It doesn't work that way!

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Where are you?! Come out, wherever you are! Olly olly get in plain sight!

You don't care if they're here with the intent to maim or conduct some sort of sediment-based assassination attempt anymore! You just want to know what's going on!!

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"Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream."

Does it matter?

The world turns, slow yet infinite. Time runs along in tandem, though it never seems to bring anything concrete with its consistent aging process. Day by day, night by night, moments replay and blur in your mind. Banshees wail in the distance, expressing their distress at the ill intent midnight drags with its inevitable presence. Black and white moons illuminate the torment seared into their hearts and minds.

Fate seems to linger, regardless of significance or happenstance. It wasn't always like this, but part of you wishes that it was. This way, the burden would be much easier to bear. And yet, a different part of you begs on hands and knees for the old life you once knew, the one you can still feel lurking at the edges. You're not sure if you yearn for it because you want to relive the moments you've lost, or if you simply wish for causality to stop breathing down your neck. But wishes don't solve problems, and hoping for them only makes the dilemma more prevalent.

Change seldom comes to you. Perhaps this will be the evening when you finally gather the motivation to take a step forward and seize the adjustments you've been longing for.

A lone thought nestles itself in your mind, like a string connecting your life to the monotony it shares with the world surrounding you:

You have a feeling that change is never going to come.

Arcjec: Wallow.

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You're not getting up anytime soon. Not after that.

Perhaps it's best we move along.

Be the blue guy.

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Oh? Unfortunately, it seems like this young man is busy at the moment.

Not to worry. You see...

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We aren't allowed to be the blue guy just yet. In fact, it's actually time for us to be this purple girl.

Bailing out is not an option. You've already impeded on this troll's parade ground, and now you're stuck here with her. More than you would be if you had been placed in a thousand-sweep chokehold.

Just bring it, you chucklefucker.

Enter name.

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Enter name? That's one real fucking gag you've got going on. You must have a very active imagination.

Better knock that off before you're nelsoned so fully, you won't know if your body has contorted into salted twisty bread or if your limbs have always been this unattached.

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Your name is TAZ.

JUST TAZ.

Of course, you do have a LONGER AND MORE CONVENTIONAL NAME, as per your planet's time-honored, six-lettered tradition. You simply refuse to use it for the very justified reason of IT FUCKING SUCKS.

Luckily for you, nicknames are a rather common occurrence, given the way that the nursery ACCOUCHEMENT GOLEMS drop you into the DENOMINATION LOGE to piece together a personal moniker before you have FULLY DEVELOPED MOTOR SKILLS. Predictably, a good portion of the resulting designations end up being nothing more than unintelligible, jumbled letters with no meaning. Which suits you just fine, as it has let you coast along with your name of choice over the sweeps with nary a raised eyebrow.

Your religious allegiance lies with the MIRTHAMANIACS, a specific breed of ROUGHHOUSING WRESTLER-ESQUE PERSONAS that wish to further their IDEOLOGY OF RIGHTEOUS JUDGEMENT against THOSE WHO WOULD PERPETUATE THE CORRUPTION RUNNING AMOK IN THE FABRIC OF SOCIETY. This is nothing but a duplicitous way of promoting their perverse CHOREOGRAPHED INFIGHTING GRUDGE MATCHES in order to decide who TRULY DESERVES A SPOT AT THE TOP OF THE LADDER with the blessings of the TWO ABOVE.

You're more inclined to think of these "matches" as nothing more than a way to keep BIAS-FUELLED GRIEVANCE SLAUGHTERING out of the public eye, but it isn't your place to say what's wrong and what's right.

It is what it is. Everybody's got a price.

You haven't made a PERSONA of your own yet, nor do you INTEND to. You're not about to sacrifice your selfhood for a goofy chant and some tight spandex, even if you're MEANT TO ADMIRE THOSE WHO HAVE DONE SO. Despite this, you still hold a rather important position in the creed due to your INHERITED INTIMIDATION CHUCKLEVOODOO that is ALMOST ALWAYS ACTIVE.

You are also the disgruntled owner of an EVER-INCREASING COLLECTION OF RUSTIC TORTURE WEAPONRY, most of which you've won as TROPHIES. You spend a significant amount of time trying to FIGURE OUT HOW THEY FUNCTION IN COMBAT, so you can take your opponents out AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE.

You have an unsteady relationship with the majority of your CHILDHOOD FRIEND GROUP, which you more or less keep in contact with — the exception being the ONE AND ONLY PERSON WHO CAN SOMEHOW MAGICALLY PACIFY YOUR SEETHING DISPOSITION.

Your trolltag is perniciousOverkill, and you speak in a manner ~+ha+ is WAY +oo abrasive for your own GOOD.~

What will you do?

Taz: Pet the rock.

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CAN'T YOU SEE HE'S SLEEPING???

You can't just do something like that to the brains behind your tag team duo! You refuse. He deserves his rest.

You may not have a problem with disturbing people in most situations, if circumstance calls for it, but THE ROCK is special. He's been with you for a long time, and you will always treat him with utmost respect.

Taz: Admire poster of Hulk Hogan.

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The man himself.

Starting from the bottom, TERRENCE BOLLEA was eventually tossed into a RESENT-GRADE TORTURE FORT KEY MATCH following a disagreement with his hero and recently instated FORTMASTER, the champion of the RUTHLESS EXPEDITIONARY KNOCKOUT TOURNAMENT, over the worthless nature of his facial hair.

Several gruesome hours later, and he was able to murder his powerful assailant and take the key from his neck, emerging victorious and taking the Fortmaster title for himself. All of this without activating his FOLLOWER CHUCKLEVOODOO, not even for a second — a previously unseen display of martial prowess, and one that has never been replicated since. After he was baptized with the blood of his former high brother, he gave himself the name HULK HOGAN and got started on his rather ambitious quest to PERSONALLY MEET HIS MAKERS.

This story is common knowledge within the Mirthamaniac ranks. You know it, and everybody else knows it too, because "The Hulkster" goes on and on about the HULKAMANIA he's inspired every night on his talk show. You can actually hear it blaring from your TV downstairs right now, as tuning into the channel is MANDATORY.

The guy has single handedly overtaken the creed on EGO and BLIND DEVOTION alone. Not even his sacrilegious team-up with those HARBINGERS from a RIVAL FAITH did anything to shake off the spell he seems to have cast on his fanbase. And let's not even get started on the whole "helping usher in a wave of demons from the HORRORCORE DIMENSION" thing.

As much as you can respect his TENACITY, one day you just might have to kill him for all of this.

Taz: Examine weapon cabinet.

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This is where you keep all of your options for taking down opponents.

This collection of tools made for bodily destruction and generalized murderfests includes, but is not limited to: ONE (1) LONGBALL MACE (your preferred weapon), ONE (1) MOUTH GASHER, ONE (1) pair of SKIN PIERCING HANDCUFFS, ONE (1) row of NEEDLEPOINT GAGS, ONE (1) TORTURE FORK BELT (sans the actual torture fork), ONE (1) PALM DECIMATOR, and the most potent device of them all...

ONE (1) FEROCITY WEAVER. This one holds special memories for you.

All of this AND MORE in a single easy-to-reach compartment! And at some point you've made it even easier to reach by breaking the glass with your fist instead of opening the door. Your younger self was quite the practical visionary.

Taz: Use Ferocity Weaver.

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You got a little out of hand with the Ferocity Weaver.

Taz: Check damage.

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This isn't the first time something like this has happened.

You have a rather nasty habit of making the same mistakes over and over again, against your better judgement. It's kind of your thing.

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It appears someone from the fodder is trying to message you.

Weren't you set to INCOGNIZABLE? You're supposed to NOT RECEIVE MESSAGES AT ALL with that setting turned on. Ugh, it's not like this thing has ever performed its supposed function. And knowing who's talking, he'd probably have found a way to bypass those settings regardless, even if they worked as intended.

This guy is one of the better ones. You like him.

Taz: Answer troll.

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-- unclaspedKahuna [UK] began trolling perniciousOverkill [PO] --

UK: >([ayyyye wats poppin clown bounce]
UK: >([best getc#a self tig#tened up and ur jigglers packed t#e fuck in cuz s#it do i got t#e lig#t to ignite one #elluva fire inside your brain matter]
UK: >([ready to start goin off w#en you start gettin down]
PO: ~Do you really +hink +ha+ i+'s accep+able +o jus+ MESSAGE me whenever you wan+?~
PO: ~I +hink i+'s clear +ha+ I had my program on +his se++ing PRECISELY so you could no+ do +ha+.~
PO: ~And ye+ you s+ill did.~
PO: ~You're lucky I was here +o even see +his.~
PO: ~I was jus+ abou+ +o +ake care of some+hing impor+an+ and wouldn'+ have been able +o ge+ back +o you for a while.~
PO: ~wha+ would you have done wi+h yourself +hen?~
UK: >([cool so u done now]
PO: ~Wha+.~
PO: ~No I'm no+ done.~
PO: ~Why don'+ you jus+ fucking wai+ when you can plainly see +ha+ I am no+ done.~
PO: ~You in+errup+ed me when I did no+ wan+ OR expec+ +o be dis+urbed.~
PO: ~So you are going +o deal wi+h +he consequences.~
UK: >([k so ur done now and im just gonna keep talking bc its my turn]
PO: ~god.~
PO: ~fucking.~
PO: ~alrigh+ I guess.~
UK: >([so i finally completed my lifes work #ere]
UK: >([sweeps n sweeps of decoding and uncrypticin and searc#ing for funny lookin rocks gave me some gotdamn reassurance t#at t#is actually was a big league c#oice of action]
UK: >([also no offense to rocks btw tell t#e lil man w#at it is from me]
PO: ~Okay???~
UK: >([a#a#a#e#tee#ee#ee#oo#oolmaololrofl]
UK: >([na# see ur still not gettin t#e grand scope of all t#e pictures im tossin your direction]
UK: >([s like im jus slammin pics and rubbin em all over and smearin my good name so u can get t#e picz but youre just standin t#ere all cold faced an big breasted]
UK: >([gotta let me work #ere bitc# carny]
PO: ~+he pic+ure +ha+ I'd like +o see is +he one +ha+ shows me wha+ +he ac+ual shi+ you're +alking abou+?~

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UK: >([talkin up t#e fact t#at i put t#e pieces of t#e rigorous underground #ell mac#ine toget#er and got clued into t#e matrix of eye openers t#ru]
UK: >([well lezz just call my man #ere an informant]
UK: >([knew #im from way back w#en]
UK: >([sourced me into my being p muc#]
UK: >([and now #e sourced me one more time for good measure but #e said t#is was my last tip off]
UK: >([#int was t#at t#is place was rotten an #e said it in a narratorly tone of srs biznis so #es not playin any games]
UK: >([but we r]
PO: ~We?~
PO: ~Every single +hing +ha+ you are saying s+ill jus+ sounds like a bunch of poin+less clap+rap.~
PO: ~Which I don'+ wan+ +o hear.~
PO: ~And I don'+ really +hink +ha+ I care anyways.~
PO: ~Bu+ I'll give you like...~
PO: ~One more go a+ properly explaining why you are +rying so hard +o sell me on +his.~
UK: >([got all t#is figured out but i need u to pair up wit# #ig# fructose for t#is cuz tb# youse gettin dragged in w#et#er u in or u out]
PO: ~...~
PO: ~You be++er no+ be +alking abou+ who I +hink you're +alking abou+.~
UK: >([damn str8 im talkin bout t#e arcman]
UK: >([pls do me a solid rep an get over urself so we can get t#ese balls movin fast cuz soon we r on t#e clock]
PO: ~No.~
PO: ~Never.~
PO: ~No+ going +o happen.~

-- perniciousOverkill [PO] gave up trolling unclaspedKahuna [UK] --

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Pub: 29 Jul 2022 02:44 UTC
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