Earlier today some foreign account hopped into one of my games and just started playing. I was a little creeped out at first, but then he started helping me--protecting me against the harsh and unforgiving tides of Matt and Ryan. Whoever he is, I would just like to say thank you.
I am the last thin ray of light that shines before the sun-fall. I am the wide eyed child who play in the puddles of an abandoned playground--the final erect tree of a wilting forest. But most of all, I am a voice for the have-nots of Warzone. A symbol for all those who wish to see Adam tumble from his podium, and Ryan finally reprimanded for his crimes against the human race. The revolution is upon us.
Player X is no more than a conman. He brings down the integrity of the game every chance he gets. He's the Geppetto to Jake's Pinocchio. He's a puppet master who sees warzone solely as an avenue for chaos. He brainwashed Jake, who only follows his lead because it distracts him from the realities of the world. Jake uses Player X as a blanket to shield himself from the torment of the game. Player X's presence will ultimately snow ball into much more drastic and haunting consequences. Currently, it is my belief that Jakes failure to acknowledge his poor warzone skills is only a facade for coming to terms with his own sexuality. It is our duty as a community to not let toxic players like Player X to continue his path of corruption and I am calling for an immediate ban until he unlocks the color black.
Rick Sanchez and Quicksilver, we are not friends. We are the bad boys of the warzone community. Don't try to embrace us. Fear us. We are outlaws and I am their leader. Don't praise me for I am no god. I am the anti-christ and with my level 25 rating I will soon take over this community; if not, the world. This is a warning.
Mr. Rash, you paint this Player X as a savior figure, a deus ex machina alleviating your troops from the perils of war. He saved you in Greenland, but where was he in zug? in bench?? in the city of elders??? It is my impression that Player X dosent like to get his hands in the taco meat. His appearances are sporadic and futile. He is a lame attempt for a man and hasnt surpassed level 5 in 7 years of play. rumor has it he has 0 taco wins, and for that history will not remember him
Refer to me by my name. I am The Lone Ranger. I act alone. To try to classify me is disrespectful. Nonetheless, I submit that if I was to be part of any association or tribe or clan, for that matter, it would be that of an outlaw. My grave will read it as so, and it will be dressed with the blood of my enemies. I am a fugitive. Nay, THE fugitive. And it is about time you imposters give me the respect I deserve.
A slumber, I was when I heard the question which still rolls through my head, like Adam over Raedan's poorly protected territories. "Who is X". I woke up in a pool of my own sweat, and ran to my bathroom, vomiting profusely. Something had taken over my body, and also, my mind. The sickness still surronds me, and I am left wondering, who is X?