ResJudicata
03-31-2006, 01:17 PM
this quote and others can be found at http://forums.worldofwarcraft.com/thread.aspx?fn=wow-realm-wildhammer&t=64787&p=1&tmp=1#post64787
The sad, twisted, alanis moristesh ironic timeline.
Thwong sells the contents of Fatals bank to an alliance guild and stops playing.
Redux breaks up Fatal.
Spite is hurt, leaves the server.
Months pass and Thwong realizes he misses WoW and wants to play with his IRL friends.
Cult of Slack welcomes Thwong into the guild where all his IRL friends are.
They make him their MT, give him 5 pieces of might and 6 other epics.
They make him an officer.
Thwong so full of egotistcal greed and a want 'for his glory days' start a month long whisper campaign mainly targeting CoS and partly Pande, Conve and Neoauld. It is full of lies and deceit. Treacherous conversations are had. All the while thwong is bold face lying to those who trusted him. Saying he is just thinking taking time for his school work.
The final hour approaches on monday, march 27th. Thwong realizes he can wait no longer as the CoS bank password have been changed! He's been found out! He executes his plan!
......
None of his IRL friends leave. Many people see through his lies. Desperation sinks in, he continues to whisper people spinning elaborate tales. His trusted, but not so intelligent accomplice, can't figure out autocomplete and accidentally spills many beans to an officer of CoS.
Whether or not fatal succeeds doesn't really matter. CoS wasn't destroyed as thwong was hoping so he could ninja more players. Any tales they spin of friendship and loyalty are bold faced lies; set forth not only to lure people in, but to also quell whatever is left of their conscience. In the end thwong and rios are just snakes in the grass - looking for the warm and caring to latch on to.
"Trickery and treachery are the practices of fools that have not the wits enought to be honest" - Benjamin Franklin
The sad, twisted, alanis moristesh ironic timeline.
Thwong sells the contents of Fatals bank to an alliance guild and stops playing.
Redux breaks up Fatal.
Spite is hurt, leaves the server.
Months pass and Thwong realizes he misses WoW and wants to play with his IRL friends.
Cult of Slack welcomes Thwong into the guild where all his IRL friends are.
They make him their MT, give him 5 pieces of might and 6 other epics.
They make him an officer.
Thwong so full of egotistcal greed and a want 'for his glory days' start a month long whisper campaign mainly targeting CoS and partly Pande, Conve and Neoauld. It is full of lies and deceit. Treacherous conversations are had. All the while thwong is bold face lying to those who trusted him. Saying he is just thinking taking time for his school work.
The final hour approaches on monday, march 27th. Thwong realizes he can wait no longer as the CoS bank password have been changed! He's been found out! He executes his plan!
......
None of his IRL friends leave. Many people see through his lies. Desperation sinks in, he continues to whisper people spinning elaborate tales. His trusted, but not so intelligent accomplice, can't figure out autocomplete and accidentally spills many beans to an officer of CoS.
Whether or not fatal succeeds doesn't really matter. CoS wasn't destroyed as thwong was hoping so he could ninja more players. Any tales they spin of friendship and loyalty are bold faced lies; set forth not only to lure people in, but to also quell whatever is left of their conscience. In the end thwong and rios are just snakes in the grass - looking for the warm and caring to latch on to.
"Trickery and treachery are the practices of fools that have not the wits enought to be honest" - Benjamin Franklin