Tukar, you're a moron. I was standing around, minding my own business, when once again you decided it would be fun to hide behind dp and insult me with your nicknaming skill.

I came over to tell you to remove it, your steeds attack me. I hit the spider once, it dies. You then start spamming me with pages and pages of verbal insults after which YOU attack me by trying to hide your losing protection in the very same spam.

You know nothing of anything Tukar. Your mouth is getting you into constant trouble with people you are just simply not skilled enough to handle on the field of battle.

That is why you constantly resort to other forms of griefing and insulting and then cry foul when you are punished for it.

After your intial childish tantrum and name calling doesn't work, your second step (without fail) is to threaten with the might of Olympus. Since when are you in any position to tell the Gods what they should do and what their realms or guilds are all about?

Get a life, stop talking so much smack, and deal with it.

Pahn

Written by my hand on the 27th of Hindyear, in the year 1157.