[fahlen]

I was basically roleplaying a fucking gnoll in PoK (the central hub for the world if you quit before PoP) but I spammed hard in the fucking paint. It was legit retarded now that I'm not 15 years old. I had all of the Darkpaw family quotes on hotkeys, a guild recruit message (which was nonexistent, but people were seriously wanting to join). Either you were in love with me, or you wanted me to die slow. I'd estimate I made 70% of the server's ignore list, which is a feat in itself. Anybody that doubted my street cred (I was a Dark Elf after all), their client was simply fucked up. I'm a GM event *****, thats why reporting me does nothing. Or I'm a retiring GM. The rumors were far worse than anything I put out. People thought I was a GM for being level 1, when there was a tutorial (that you could skip) that brought you to atleast level 2. It was severely retarded. But my friend had bought the #1 pally on the server at the time. So it was fun times in the arena, and dodging druids trying to port me to revamped CT.

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