After weeks of trying to figure out why I could not type on this site, I had given up. Thousands of times signing in, checking email, making a new account, blaming my little brother, eventually my fingers would get tired and I would give up. However Doctor Angel inspired me to overcome that, because its time that I join the community I feel I belong to. So yes Doctor Angel I am down to join your clan if you would have me, but more importantly thank you for making this happen, I needed to thank this site for helping these last couple years.
Recently I made a goal to reach top 100 on ranked and I made it to 257, before football ruined my life again, but I am sticking to the goal now if anyone wants to help or join, or whatever. I agree that we should try to interact with each other more often and Doctor Angel is doing that, so let's follow him. Also try Red Hot Sundays! Toms is a regular there and you never know.
...on some kayfabe reality shit: thanks, man <3
See?
I'm not a fucking lunatic or a fraud.
I'm a warrior just like the rest of you.
Looking for his war.
This is my war. So I am compelled to march towards it.
I am Achilles, circling the beach in my chariot with Hector's body being dragged behind.
Waiting for an answer.
Things don't mean anything to anyone here anymore.
What the fuck are you all here for, then?
Other than for delusional, hype, profound shit to happen so you can get behind it?
What happened to all of you? Do you remember what it felt like? Do any of you remember when Pig saved the NEC 2011 stream with his phone? When the coasts were at war and everything was brand the fuck new?
This site, all of you, this thing we take part in here, it used to have that feeling.
Like what we do matters. Not in the biggest way, but certainly in one worth taking pride in.
Now it's just purgatory, where everyone watches the worlds of ones actually doing the deeds go by.
I don't mean all of you, obviously. Just a fucking bunch of you.
People don't want to change things anymore; they just want to see them changed.
People don't hunger for the fight anymore; they're accustomed to the fight coming to them.
I feel like Ledger's Joker, and all of you are the room full of criminals talking to a TV.
Waiting to see a magic trick.
Well...keep your eyes on the birdy.
Or in this case, the Brady.
I want an answer.
If I'm not worthy of you, have the decency to stick the dagger in me yourself.
It'll be fun.
I'm crazy, or I'm right.
Either way, it's going to be a hell of a ride to Winter.
#NECIsComing
#TheNightTheLineWillBeCrossed
#DoctorAngelIsMakingHousecalls