Hello everyone!

My name is none of your concern, but my issue is. There's a lot of rage
that comes across anything where so much time and energy are expended.
Emotions can run rampant, and sometimes people get angry. This is
immature, of course, and understandable as well. I am tired though, of
being personally insulted for bogus things happening in a fictional
setting. So many people can rant and rave about how amazing they are,
when you can cheaply get a kill in a fictional text based game, then you
go to personal OOC degradation, quite ignorantly, about people you don't
know. So here's your chance, one and all. I have finally gotten sick of
it.
At the end of this missive, I will be including my full personal address
with a near criminal disregard to my own safety over the internet. You
want to insult me OOCly? Fine. I will be responding to the threats from
these (most probably) either pre pubescent 12 year olds with acne and
bad social inclinations, as equally as I will the 50 year old men with
bad acne and worse social skills. You want to talk trash OOCly? Here's
your opportunity to place your money where your mouth is.
I live at 3061 7th Avenue, Huntington, West Virginia, 25702. This is
within the United States, and a more detailed location is easily
acquirable through google maps or some other similar media. I will be
waiting. You might want to bring a couple of your skinny (or fat)
metagaming friends with you. I was a DLB for American football for 3
years in high school, playing first string varsity my freshman year
because of how hard I rushed and how much absolute punishment I could
take. I'm not trying to brag, I just want all challengers to be aware of
what they are getting into. I have NO formal training in any form of
martial arts, and have been in enough ... altercations ... to know that
nothing in the past two sentences has any real effect on how well said
altercations play out. Bring what you need. I don't care. I'm giving
everyone who has ever disrespected me OOCly instead of insulting my
character, even without any personal knowledge of who I am, the ample
information, time, and opportunity to back up their words.
If you don't intend to do so, then please, do us all a favor, brag some
more ICly about what a badarse you are, and when it comes to real life,
continue slitting your wrists and crying quietly.
Much love!

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Tenebrae, in the year 577 AD.