User blog:John Breasly/A Message To Pears

Don't delete this, I want Pears to see.

Pears, I don't friggin' care if you "think" your king. Your not. I can't get online because I've got an 'effin life. You have to get online every day to play a virtual game where you have a highly spy infested "empire". You know why I'm not on? I usually have a date, go to the mall with my friends, or go out to eat. I can imagine you right now typing away furiously because someone doesn't like your attitude, having your mom bring you dinner, and staying up all night to make sure no one tries to attack "Spain". Face it, your "empire" is full of 11 year olds who think they're all that and are in it because "Paradox" is a cool word, whereas my "empire" is full of faithful teenagers who actually have lives. I don't care what you think you are, because you won't amount to anything in life. I'm glad Tama gave out your home, I hope someone is smart enough to hunt you down and rid the world of your pitiful existence. Face it, your empire is a load of trash compiled by the trash-man himself, Pearson "Fml" Wright. You've told me why you can't get a girlfriend, and it's not because your a premature ejaculator, it's because they all grow to hate your attitude. So, here's an idea. Quit the damn game, go to counselling, get a better attitude, learn how to argue properly, learn how politics work, and learn how to be social. Then, you can come-back, and continue.