Ten years of griefing and I remain unpunished. Reporting does nothing.
Your empty threats make me hard. Each tear is a trophy for me to take.
I know I got under your skin. It's ok, you dont have to hide it.
If you have continued to read this far, I have won.
Remember that prime matchmaking is only a phone number.
Here are other circumstances where I win by default:

- If you think to yourself, "This guy thinks he's so ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ funny doesn't he?"
- If you pretend you're not affected by my actions.
- If you feel the need to tell me just how little you care.
- If you tell me I am a bad griefer.
- If you think you don't belong in silver.
- If you heavily sighed on mic looking for attention.
- If you're still reading this.

You are an ant to me. The mosquito slapped on my thigh. I see right through your charade and what I see is utterly pathetic. The new rep system has placed you so low, you match the same rep as people who have griefed every day for SIX YEARS. From the very start I have been one step ahead of you in thought and physical reflexes. I am your superior.