The art of the way I silence these fools is not to be found in the trenches of the general trash talk (that could be a good forum section name for here lol) it is found in the way I cut to the core of the matter with exquisite skill finding their weakness and reducing them often to nothing more than smoldering nuclear ashes within a mere message or two, the unlucky few who stand on shaking legs against me or the fools who attempt to return fire at a target no longer there find that the second blast is twice as potent as the first. It comes down to not only destroying the target but desecrating their mother and their mother's mother's mothers too. It is in finding the words to reduce a gator smurfing redneck moron to sounding like a chihuahua and then delivering the final de coup de grace in destroying that last vestibule of their core that last spark of defiance in the face of crushing defeat. Besmirch the elite Halo Corp of EoFF at your own peril, for my tongue is sharper than any knife you have in your arsenal.
For your words Vyk, dragging my sacred brethren down and insinuating I enter the fray merely on the level of the trench foot slogger I would suggest you wisely get the smurf out of this sacred vestibule of our beloved corps!
