Necrotic Obsession

Golem, no one gives one oven fried donkey dick about you or your posts. They just don't. And they never will. So I'm sure you'll totally understand when I just "meh" and skip over that mangled, second tri-mester abortion horror you call a vocabulary like it was the fucking Yellow Brick Road, because I got a starry eyed, bald headed chemo patient named psycho waiting for me at the city of Oz. You know, the little three chinned Pug with a loud bark, that automatically turns into a whimpering mutt when you actually get up close, and behind the curtain? Yeah. Its gonna RAWK.

Iron Fist, you can go fucking diddle yourself in a closet somewhere too. Showing up over a month after my last post, and nearly collapsing your own lungs with that Tarzan chest beating doesn't impress me. If anything, it just shows how much of a complete chicken shit you are for hopping in on a thread that was resting peacefully until that pussy Golem came back into here and hocked up a fucking hairball all over the place.

And of course, that also stands for our hermaphrodite of the hour, psycho, as well.

Hi sweetcakes. Its good to see you again; still dating lunatics over the internet that live over a half continent away from you? J/w. Oh and hey, I still got that email Barb sent you that like totally made you cower under the staircase with your e-luvver...want me to post it? Just remember, it sure doesn't show your sorry ass in the best light.....

Moving on (something you can't seem to do).




Everyone knows I'm emo. They always have, from BH, to FC, to Cacoe... and you know what? Its funny that I can go there and post, and yet no one mentions it, because its old news and everyone knows it. And furthermore, no one cares. And why should they? Im not on the boards being emo, I'm on the boards making quality posts, entertaining people. Thats why I was recently inducted as a Brawl Hall Reg (though I resigned due to a net hiatus), the most elite, well known flame faction doing this silly shit: because my skill is undeniable, and I am fucking awesome at this shizznizz..

You, on the other hand, are nothing but a bad parody of one of those prissy little whores from "Mean Girls", except you traded in the maybelline and prada bags for temporary tattoo's of meaningless Chinese symbols and a bullring through your pigsnout like the carbon copy 'nonconformist' clone you are. Quite frankly, you're fucking boring and predictable. Heh, Before I even read your first sentence, I already knew what it was all about.

So um, either I need to get my on psychic hotline, or you need to dial a friend for some fresh material because this is like playing tic tac toe with a blind three year old.

Next quote, Johnny.




Oh Good, more old shit.

But, wait for it...

Wait for it..


Heres the clincher of her argument, peoples.




...


HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!


Thats just killer, Kel. You rant about some shit that occurred nearly two years ago...repeat...two years ago!...before trying to preemptively, and subliminally suggest anything I might say will most likely be "old, and therefore not important".

How does it feel to have tripped over your own velcro safety shoes and fall flat on your Macabre lookin' Maw, Mildred? Do tell.

But, hey, thats a good thing. Now I wont have to "desperately" flame you and claim "victorious superiority", because you just proved my case for me.



That wouldve been cute, if I was ever a cutter. Like you allegedly were. That rake you just stepped on, how did that taste?



Immature? Dearest Kelly (oh shit, heard that phrase somewhere before, hint hint, Barb, email, you looking like a righteous twat), I am not immature. Quite the opposite. I'm enjoying life, my morning show stand in and local news reporter status, as well as my REAL LIFE girlfriend ZOMG. Do you even have a job, and/or a guy who would even fucking cough on you? Probably not.


Anyway, doll, I've gotta go. I have a live show to take care of. In the meantime, you sit here and make yourself look stupid for a while, and maybe in another month I might come back and see if you've slithered back into sight so I can decapitate your snake ass another time or two..

Oh yeah, I forgot.

AT wins the internetz. Cry about it, bitch.

Blah, blah, blah. More quoting wars. Fabulous. I mostly skimmed what you wrote because, as you knew so readily with me, I already had in my head the exact shit you'd be saying. "Flaunting" around your status among some interweb flamers. Wow. I'm so impressed. Trying to one up me with YOUR relationship status? Uh huh. Again, I'm so impressed. I wonder what the sea cow looks like. Remember, I know exactly how you lost it, boy, and that was a hysterical fit of laughter in itself.
I'm not sure where you get this shit about Chinese tattoos (I have no Chinese or any oriental symbols on my body whatsoever) and my septum piercing was retired. I think I look even cuter without it, personally. Hard to believe, I know.
As for Barb and me being a righteous twat, well, I have reason to be self righteous, particularly when it comes to that little cunt weasel. I won't even get into that though.

Oh, and what are you even talking about? Me -allegedly- being a cutter? Uhm, come find my scars. I'm not even sure how THAT was relevant, considering whatever cutting I've done was years and years ago. But okay. Let's drudge up what I did when I was a little bitty teen. Your emo escapades are still fresh enough for me though. I guess you'll try to blame that on the extreme fluctuations in hormones that occurs well after puberty though. Sure.

I don't particularly care that you are "enjoying" life with your third-rate "girl"friend and your BOOMING career, that's just fantastic. I'm happy for you. I'm doing quite well for myself, too! Working and acting as mom to my sister. It's very fulfilling.
And actually, I do have a guy who just so happens to make me happier than I could even express with mere words and our relationship does happen to be based in REAL LIFE. And, if you must know, we're getting married in summer. Please, curb your enthusiasm. I know you'll want to know when the wedding shower is and all and YES you are invited to the bachelorette party so just CALM DOWN.

But really, if you are that happy, why are you coming around NO to pick on the little non-flamers? Come on now, Brently... What's REALLY going on here?

heh, ask him if he's going to have another breakdown

Yet you go on to timidly address nearly every one of my talking points, despite this "skimming".

Heh, please, spare me the "I know you so well I knew every point you'd make, even the ones that made me look like an idiot- also, ignore the fact that if I really knew everything you had to say, I wouldn't have looked like an idiot in the first place and not made these fuck ups, so actually, yeah, I'm just full of shit as usual" act. Its not doing anything but making this all the more effortless for me, to the degree that I'm almost embarrassed for you.



I'm sure you do, however, shes not into dyking it up with some pint sized Chupacabra from the Wisconsin Wilderness. But hey, you've always got Dabison right? And don't bother playing coy. I've noticed how everytime you come creeping around, that scarecrow looking skank is always clutching onto your nubby clit like Linus's fucking security blanket.



My imagination. See, while you're busy trying to continue your hopeless personal crusade against big bad AT, I'm just having fun and cracking jokes. As for the septum piercing, I'd genuinely forgotten about that one, but its nice to know I can peg you so well.



Of course you won't get into it- because it would show the world that ridiculous self entitlement complex you have. And how hilarious is it to talk tough (or as close to tough as your soft ass can get) and call someone names that won't be posting?

...

Or, will she?

Yep, we just may be getting a visit from an old friend....




First you act like you don't know what I'm talking about, and issue a challenge to find scars.

Approximately one sentence later, you go on to admit you've done cutting, but try to pass it off, once again, as old and in your own words, question its relevance...even though you've used old shit on me the whole time, and just another sentence after this one, go on to say this...



They're only fresh to you because thats the only thing you can think of to use in a flame war. The only thing. And since thats not working, Im really curious what you're going to fall back on next...since there is nothing. Heh.




What, a guy can't visit a website that he used to frequent alot? That automatically means theres something wrong because I've posted a couple times in the last two months or so? Haha, goddamn, you're reaching...

But to answer your question point blank, because I got bored, and wanted to.

Theres no ulterior motive to my brief return.

Theres no old war Im interested in rekindling.

Theres no one particular poster I'm after.

I'm just here for my, and others entertainment.

So maybe you should stop being so paranoid, and shut the fuck up already, since its obvious you've got nothing new or exciting to say.

By the way, its funny you keep trying to harp and hint about my "reasons" for being here and how Im so serious and all this shit...yet you're the one who came in here tumbling head over heels screaming my name first...as if you just couldn't wait to continue something that I viewed as dead and moot long ago.. Frankly, I don't even have an opinion of you anymore. I don't give a shit about you one way or the other, and wouldn't have mentioned or responded to you in any other thread or forum. I just don't care about you and the past. But you apparently do.

Guess we know who really holds onto grudges and takes things seriously, don't we?

Also, Im gonna need that address for the bachelorette party. I've been stocking up on spanish fly.

And yes, you got owned.

Oh, Jesus, Brent. Is your life so pathetic that you've gotta threaten to rally up your friends to come in here and throw threats and third grade name calling at me? You must be pretty damn bored. If you've got so much time to come in here and write diatribes devoted to yours truly, then go right on ahead. It doesn't bother me any, though I must warn you that it just might contribute to my ego.
I think it's cute how you find me to be so obsessed with you because I posted a reply to Iron_Fist regarding your attitude issues. See, that is called boredom. Oh, and the fact that I don't like you because of your bitter approach to life and relationships. You fuck over your "friends" for the sake of... Well, whatever is convenient and "worthwhile" at the time. You are perfectly willing to expose anything that was shared with you in confidence for leverage or just for a fucking laugh and that, after all of this interweb drama is done and over with, will stick with you for the rest of your life. I doubt you'll get over that behavior and if you do, well, congratulations. I bring this shit up because it is relevant to your character, Brent. You are pathetic. You are subhuman. You are worthless.
I believe you bring up my friends because you are envious of the quality connections I have forged and protected for years. My friends are too important to me to back stab and I think that is something you have trouble understanding and, in turn, must ridicule.
If all of this is so dead and gone then why are you even here? If all my theories were so god awful then why don't you enlighten us? What is it that you are hoping to gain out of this latest escapade of yours?
There isn't a whole lot for you here, apparently, yet you came back. Interesting. Very interesting.

You mean those same threats and third grade name calling that caused you and your Ex to convulse and shake like fucking electrocution victims under the tables with fear when that email came? What was the words your exy had to say? Oh yeah. "I won't be responding, tell her to leave me and Kelly alone."

Oh the bravado.



Yes, I'm bored. Sitting at work, battling a hangover and getting paid to poke fun at you. Its a tough world. Heh. But don't bother with the "so much time" claim, either. That last post took ten minutes.



First you say its boredom, then immediately backpedal and admit that actually, you don't like me...so actually, its not boredom at all. Its the fact you're still carrying a grudge about shit that barely involved you...while, ironically, the dude in question that we're referencing is totally cool with me and vice versca. So, explain why you're still losing sleep over something that He and I don't give a damn about? Barb and I must've really damaged your fragile psyche.

Or maybe, you're just a 'psycho'. *snicker*




Yes, I'm perfectly willing to do that, and furthermore, couldn't care less what you think about that. But spin this: If I'm truly like that, why is it that out of all the people I've known over the years, (dozens of which I know alot about in their personal lives, including addresses, phone numbers, workplaces, issues, ect), I've only released info about one of them?

Now, I know you're biased almost to the point of absurdity, but whether you like it or not, me and my old comrade fucked each other over- and I wasn't the one to do it first. Sure, you'll say differently. So will his friends. But thats what friends do- lie for each other- and thats why you'll never really have credibility with what you say when it comes to this. As opposed to me, because I've always been totally forthcoming with my so called backstabbing. Because I don't stab in the back, I fucking stab you right in the heart, look in your eyes, and watch the life drain out of you.

Thats the the difference here.




Haha, I can just picture you sitting at your computer, throwing all the venom of a fucking pink teddy bear my way, just hoping you can somehow injure me with your pitiful attempts.

I'm just fine and dandy with the way my character is, thanks, and the empty and baseless labelings from a girl who's feelings I might have crushed will never come close to affecting me. As I've already pointed out, you're the one who just can't let this shit go. You're the one that keeps bringing it up, only to have it thrown back in your face.

You're also the one who's got everybody reading this thread ROFL'ing at your soapbox sermons on internet friendship and integrity. Fuck friendship and integrity, and most importantly, fuck you.




I bring up your friend because she keeps coming around with her dreary one liners. If she wouldn't pop up with "make him breakdown TEEHEE" and stupid shit like that, I would've never mentioned her. But she did, so now I'll kick her around as well. Anyway, sorry to ruin your belief?





Here, you must've been "skimming" again.

Originally posted by me:



What is so hard to understand about this?

By the way, when I referenced dead, I was referring to the old feud involving me and he who's name shall not be spoken. The feud which really had nothing to do with you to begin with, until you put yourself in it. And continue to put yourself in it, by dragging up shit that doesn't matter anymore.




To kill my boredom. Why is this concept so hard for you to grasp? Just pretend its your dildo, or ballbat, or whatever you jam up inside of you when that "mood" strikes, and then maybe you will.



Of course its interesting- I'm involved in it.

For the record, 9 minutes of my time was used to respond...try another angle?

I am in 100 percent agreement with you- was from the start, actually, but psycho keeps insisting on keeping with this discussion.



I always write long posts. It doesn't mean I care about the topic, it just means i'm long winded and like to hear myself type.



I was going to call you a smartass, but half of that would've been a lie. Think prefix.

Edit: I just noticed this, but all my sentences begin with I in this post.

It really must be all about ME, ME, ME!

Heh.

At which point did you stab me in the heart? In reality, my heart is pretty much just a black hole into which your ridiculous attempts to scorn me go to die. Your affect on me is just a fun little respite where I can release some anger. If you and your "friends" have made up and moved on then goody for you boys. I won't get into that because, as I see it, it's no one's business besides his and yours. Good to know you guys can bury the hatchet that you were so quick and willing to raise against them not so long ago. If that's the kind of immature relationship you want to have with somebody then that's your problem. Not mine.

I never "backpedaled", either. My boredom in conjunction with my dislike for you has given me a small source of entertainment. Unfortunately, I'm not so two-dimensional like the twats you associate with that I cannot usually put a one word reason for my actions. I'm a multifaceted being, Brently. It's just how I roll.

Oh and I know you've always wished that I would think about you while I have my fun, but just get over it. I'm not attracted to beached and bloated sea mammals. It's just not my thing.
Is the fact that you never even got close to getting in my e-pants another reason for this bitterness towards me? Must have really gotten your goat after I ended up with your friend instead.

I never said I did. That was meant as an generalization.



Do you?



Oh, is this a weight joke? Awesome. Too bad you apparently haven't heard how I've lost over fifty pounds over the last six months. It wasn't too hard- just quit drinking all sodas/caffeine, and switch to water only. Walk two miles a day (thats now produced into a jog), and eat only 1500 calories every 24 hours. Sorry, I know this has nothing to do with kicking your ass, but thats one thing I simply have to brag about every chance I get. Better that than enlisting meth as my personal trainer like you and Dabi appear to be doing.




What bitterness? I already told you I have no opinion of you. But just in case that doesn't hit home, let me explain it in a different way: just because I flame/argue with you, doesn't mean I hate, or even dislike you. Or anyone else. I am on pure autopilot when it comes to this; all I know is to insult and tear apart my opponent's argument. And win, of course. Which is what I've done here, while watching your replies getting smaller and smaller, while you avoid more and more of my points.

Anyway, this battles pretty much over unless you have a brand new route to take that people can actually follow. As solo said, no one probably even knows half the shit we're arguing about, so what is the point? Bring something new, or stfu already.

Do I? Do I what? Think about you? Have fun? What exactly are you asking me? In any case, I do have fun. I don't think about you at all, let alone think about you while I have fun. I think that pretty much covers everything.

Fifty pounds, eh? That's a little hard to believe but that would explain the supposed girlfriend that you have attained. Congratulations on the weight loss then. How about you post some proof?
Actually, on second thought, don't. I've tried my very best to block out your image but there are still some remnants which remain. Let's not aggravate my PTSD, kaythanks.
Meth? Hmm... I've never touched the stuff. My weight loss had nothing to do with drugs. It's called, "putting down the fork."

I don't recall there being a battle. As I stated, if you came back you'd throw some insults and tired quote wars and, eventually, claim victory. Fabulous! You're still using the same old routine. Actually, you're using the same old routine that any "flamer" uses. Somehow, this must boost your self esteem enough to keep you from your next meltdown so, keep it up. Whatever gets you through.

You are right though. This really is pointless. You're just like the rest of them and I am merely encouraging your bullshit behavior by responding to you. Oh, if only I'd have spent countless hours practicing my mad flamez! I could have been somebody! I could have been a contender! *weeps uncontrollably while shaking her fist toward the sky*
Unfortunately, I have more important things to do.

Oh you're a fucking piece of work you are, seriously, piss ooooff. You are not impressing anyone. Like, if you were to just drop dead right now. I am pretty certain that not one living being on this planet would miss you. It's like you are constantly just trying for the most annoying person ever award. I am not even kidding around here. Everything you do is just a constant source of irritation to me. Not even the kind of irritation that trolls actually get off on either, I just want you to go away because you are so pathetic.

Well, I'm going to offer you a chance to make it happen.

Heres the deal: We do an official match, stickied. Only you and I can post in the thread, with the length running five days. We will have five judges to decide the winner- judges can be suggested by either of us until we both are satisfied there will be no bullshit favortism and match rigging.

If I lose, I will leave Necrotic forever. Fuck, I'll openly agree to have Renfield ban me from the site.

If you lose, you get your custom title changed to a saying of my choice for thirty days.

So, what do you say? You gonna take the chance at being able to claim you beat the best flamer the MG has ever seen and forced him to leave the site forever, or are you just going to make a bunch of excuses like a fucking coward?

Wow, you really are delusional.

kelly let him have his little fantasy, it's all he has to cling to while he crys and touchest himself.


seriously, give the guy a break.

Sure thing buckeroo, it's on. Just don't cry is all, that would be REALLY sad.