Post by Padre Romero on Jul 8, 2006 17:24:02 GMT -5
Time to go romero, which I don't do often on this forum....I miss it:
At 22:08 Padre Romero Said:
"I had thought that, like a migraine, you would go away if we just ignored you. But while your schizophrenic sycophants have been splitting skulls in Scarletwood, Your two-faced facades have been slicing the forums of Malton apart, and I have been developing quite a temper. I am of two minds as two how to deal with you:
If we ignore you, we deny you the power trip you so desperately require. Without this electric drug, you become violent, vicious, and vitriolic.
If we attend upon you the attention you crave, you yearn for yet another angsty exacting expression of exasperation.
I intend to speak for the cast of Characters you see before you:
The order of this group is class, we are a sect of style, a department of dashing, a collection of cool. And I believe you have lost your cool.
I also believe that our lot has wagered more than a few chances on you, and it is, by chance, my forgiving persona that allows you and your masks to continue to post on this fence without the gates being locked.
But I think that we tire of your wheeling, and grow nauseated by your rejection.
I cut curtly to the chase, slashing the schisms you have caused, skipping the shit you have started:
Get classy, or get out."
At 22:08 Padre Romero Said:
"I had thought that, like a migraine, you would go away if we just ignored you. But while your schizophrenic sycophants have been splitting skulls in Scarletwood, Your two-faced facades have been slicing the forums of Malton apart, and I have been developing quite a temper. I am of two minds as two how to deal with you:
If we ignore you, we deny you the power trip you so desperately require. Without this electric drug, you become violent, vicious, and vitriolic.
If we attend upon you the attention you crave, you yearn for yet another angsty exacting expression of exasperation.
I intend to speak for the cast of Characters you see before you:
The order of this group is class, we are a sect of style, a department of dashing, a collection of cool. And I believe you have lost your cool.
I also believe that our lot has wagered more than a few chances on you, and it is, by chance, my forgiving persona that allows you and your masks to continue to post on this fence without the gates being locked.
But I think that we tire of your wheeling, and grow nauseated by your rejection.
I cut curtly to the chase, slashing the schisms you have caused, skipping the shit you have started:
Get classy, or get out."