There were days long ago when officers didn't want to play team games with poor little BexXx. It may have been that fancy chef's hat she was wearing or maybe the fancy Colonel's crown that she wasn't wearing. Becky, so badly wanting to learn, was not part of a clan and could not gain any respect. She tried to organize her own team games, but the players she surrounded herself with were alley-can bums and curmudgeons. They would show up when they wanted and would leave chat in tongues, often fueled by drug addictions or busy with break-dancing competitions.
Becky tried to join games with majors and colonels and even with captains but they would not have her. They probably had their own floozies they could toss around in the private rooms, she thought to herself as she skulked away to public waiting rooms filled with crooks, diseased, scoundrels and creeps. "The only games I can get are from people who want to send me naked pictures in private message," she thought. They all promise me great things, but every time I try to join a real game that promises real strategy and real learning, the rug is inevitably swept from under me. That's neither pun nor metaphor, sickos.
So "hear, hear!" to all of those of you who are still following poor Becky's footsteps, while I have climbed from the gutter with scars along the way, let me serve as the shining beacon of light that my light your path. You will get there. Yes you will.
PM me if you'd like to learn, play with officers, or to stop philandering around. This is not really a callout thread, so it'll stay here in GD. It's a woe-some beckon against all who are dropping bastards and pansies.
HEAR, HEAR!
