| So I was at teh m4ll | ||||
| 07:52pm 27/02/2004 | ||||
Dun and I got into a fight though... well more like I got into a fight with Dunn. See Dunn and Nancy work at a restaurant that tips good... Today was going fine and dandy, until I got to the VGA. For those of you who don’t know, the VGA is The Video Gaming Association. I usually head up there with John every Friday. We get our soul calibur II on among other games they have tournaments at. Anyways, they have message boards online. I visited and it was utter chaos. I suggested a couple of things here and there and this n00b jumps on my case. I’m all like dude netiquette, and he was all like Demios is a moron. Everyone on the forums agreed with me. He kept shitting on my site and my photoshop skills despite the fact that he was horrible at photoshop and webdev. Anyways I went into VGA today and I was talking to one of the employees about the stupidity of the forums. I went off on a tangent about how I really didn’t feel like having to deal with chunky, pimple-popping, snot-nosed kids with 2” thick glasses, work at the mall and live at home in their mothers basement. While telling the employee -who was agreeing with me- some fat loser swung his chair around, wheezed and here’s where I start to quote. PcGameGod: What’s you nick Demios: Demios... why? PcGameGod: You are not Demios Demios: Yes I am why? PcGameGod: All I’m saying is you need to watch you mouth online Demios: What? Who the fuck are you? PcGameGod: I’m PcGameGod, and you need to watch yourself. *I squint Demios: whoa there buddy If you have a problem with me just say so *fatman wheezes and jumps up, and walks up. *Demios blinks. PcGameGod: As a matter of fact I do! Demios: Well that’s nice, I’m not too fond of you either so yeah, I guess I have a problem with you too. *fatman points at me PcGameGod: You are a fucking moron and you need to shut the fuck up and leave. *looking perplexed I take a step back Demios: What!? I’ll tell you what needs to be done! You need to sit your twinkie munching ho-ho guzzling ass back in that a go back to playing that stupid game of you’re playing *furious fatman takes a step up PcGameGod: We can settle this right now. *I take a step up Demios: Sure we can, I would looove to deal with this right now. I would love nothing more than to mop the floor with your turd looking ass PcGameGod: So you are going to mop the floor with my ass, will you be using those shitty looking arms of yours *at this point everyone in the VGA is crowded up in a circle. Ava and a couple of the other girls back away into a corner. Demios: They are not a shitty as your face is going to look when I’m done with you. ... ... ... ... *fatman swings and I step to the side, grab his arm. He ended up getting it in the ribs, jaw, nose and temple The magical fatman ended up on the ground, mall security was called. All in all, fatman lost his job at the mall and is banned from showing up in the towson mall for the next six months. |
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