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Gold-i2
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A long time ago, the knights lived happily together with the barbarians and the fairies. No quarrel, no fighting, no bad feelings between the inhabitans of the different parts of the world.
Then something happened. They started developing different languages, and when they stopped understanding eachother, the distrust started. Nobody knows quite why the languages became so different from eachother, but the following explains why there is...hatred...now, instead of the wonderful peace of early times.
Alb: Yo, wAzzap peepz. Yo diggin da nizzle, my fizzle?
Mid: Wtf are you talking about?
Hib: Oh, dear sire, why art thou not embracing the cold crisp night?
Mid: Wtf is wrong with you people?
Hib: Oh, I am a maiden of the lush grove. Do not use ill words or I will cast my blessed magical lore on thee.
Alb: Dudez, my niggaz pwn joo. Don't be a hata or we'll cap a pop in the azz, yo dizzle?
Mid: I wazzle? I am going to hurt you if you keep that up! And to the little rp'er...ok, so you are uber and a totally overpowered realm with group-purge and just silly casters...but I can still plant an axe in your forehead if you DON'T SHUT UP!
Hib: Thou should not disturb the followers of the forrest.
Alb: Yeah, my *****!
Hib: stfu
Mid: Hehe, yeah...
Alb: Wazzap up with da hating, my fizzles? My l33t hom!es will pop a cop in the azz if yo don't quit da hating, bizzles!
Hib: Mid-dude...if you bring together a fg of mids, and start fighting 3 fg albs...we will come in when you are killing them and we'll pbaoe the crap out of them and you?
Mid: Well, if we meet hibs, we're dead anyways. Might aswell take some of those lil disgusting 13 yr olds with us. Sure, let's rock.
Alb: Yo, don't dizz my fizzle-wizzle. That's eet, we gonna pwn joo now! (Brings together 5 fg's albs, also known as a "scouting party".)
Mid: Guys, need 3 healers, one shaman, and a bunch of savs. And a thane, just so we can say we are gimps afterwards. We are gonna kick some alb-butts, and get owned by the gp-realm!
Hib: I need another enchanter and a druid, three peop...oh I mean...Any druid or enchanter maiden or sire searching for some defending of the grove of the forrest? There will be some enchanted defending of the...ah, to hell with it: Guys, I need a druid and an enchanter together with my enchanter, we are gonna kick the sh*t out of a mid fotm-team and all the albs that show up.
And the rest is history. Fear comes out of ignorance. If we all could just communicate, there would be no fighting, just peace. So I guess the moral of the story is that albs should age 10 years, hibs should get nerfed and mids should get LA back the way it was.
Ty.
Then something happened. They started developing different languages, and when they stopped understanding eachother, the distrust started. Nobody knows quite why the languages became so different from eachother, but the following explains why there is...hatred...now, instead of the wonderful peace of early times.
Alb: Yo, wAzzap peepz. Yo diggin da nizzle, my fizzle?
Mid: Wtf are you talking about?
Hib: Oh, dear sire, why art thou not embracing the cold crisp night?
Mid: Wtf is wrong with you people?
Hib: Oh, I am a maiden of the lush grove. Do not use ill words or I will cast my blessed magical lore on thee.
Alb: Dudez, my niggaz pwn joo. Don't be a hata or we'll cap a pop in the azz, yo dizzle?
Mid: I wazzle? I am going to hurt you if you keep that up! And to the little rp'er...ok, so you are uber and a totally overpowered realm with group-purge and just silly casters...but I can still plant an axe in your forehead if you DON'T SHUT UP!
Hib: Thou should not disturb the followers of the forrest.
Alb: Yeah, my *****!
Hib: stfu
Mid: Hehe, yeah...
Alb: Wazzap up with da hating, my fizzles? My l33t hom!es will pop a cop in the azz if yo don't quit da hating, bizzles!
Hib: Mid-dude...if you bring together a fg of mids, and start fighting 3 fg albs...we will come in when you are killing them and we'll pbaoe the crap out of them and you?
Mid: Well, if we meet hibs, we're dead anyways. Might aswell take some of those lil disgusting 13 yr olds with us. Sure, let's rock.
Alb: Yo, don't dizz my fizzle-wizzle. That's eet, we gonna pwn joo now! (Brings together 5 fg's albs, also known as a "scouting party".)
Mid: Guys, need 3 healers, one shaman, and a bunch of savs. And a thane, just so we can say we are gimps afterwards. We are gonna kick some alb-butts, and get owned by the gp-realm!
Hib: I need another enchanter and a druid, three peop...oh I mean...Any druid or enchanter maiden or sire searching for some defending of the grove of the forrest? There will be some enchanted defending of the...ah, to hell with it: Guys, I need a druid and an enchanter together with my enchanter, we are gonna kick the sh*t out of a mid fotm-team and all the albs that show up.
And the rest is history. Fear comes out of ignorance. If we all could just communicate, there would be no fighting, just peace. So I guess the moral of the story is that albs should age 10 years, hibs should get nerfed and mids should get LA back the way it was.
Ty.