Hello Anwyl. My name is Bigadaboosh, aka Beegaboosh, aka Big bad bosh, aka bigadouche, aka bogadouchebag, aka bigotaboosh, aka baby faced bob, aka Duo Maxwell, and aka The Reipuman. One day many moons ago, my good friend told me about a "video game" with a superb melee system that was really fun to play with others. You may know this friend as "uumdi". This was later proven to be a farce. Anyway I bought "Mount & Blade Warband" and installed it along with "Crpg". I was quick to realize that this wasn't the type of game I could just pick up and be good at. My weak level one Bigadaboosh with his club in hand being slain over and over, all the while clinging to the small yet sweet pipe dream of one day being a true two handed hero. Slowly but surely I practiced my blocking and bought new weapons and armor as Bigadaboosh grew in strength. I even started beating my good friend Uumdi here and there. He sure is a rascal with that ol english bill. I came to a point in my life where I finally claimed my prized treasure, the Highland Claymore, and could distribute my street justice across the siege servers as I saw fit. I was getting better at the game and found myself fighting on par with the likes of Robert Namo The Great, a top three player by ripper x's standards. I thought it was time I take my talents to south beach and try to posse up with a group of esteemed gentleman and or ladies to carry me to more victories.
Once again, I sought my Broski Uumdi. He had made his nest with a rascally group of ruffians known to me as "Chaos". I thought to myself and searched deep down to my very soul, my warriors soul, to see if I could consider applying for a chance to join this rag tag group of green machines. Do I want to ally myself with that "bundle of sticks copter" Rhaelys of Chaos? That "speed hacking douche nozzle" Canary of Chaos? Could I really take up arms with the "roman emperor crossbow sodomy craving pussy bundle of sticks" Marcus Aurelius of Chaos? Uumdi assured me that they were all esteemed gentleman and could be trusted with my very life. I rolled the dice and made a go of it and applied for the big green monsters. It was not very long before I discovered we were like peas and carrots! Most of my mount and blade days were now packed chalk full of hearty guffaws, and I was winning much more often. I was enjoying my time with my new found brethren and the day came where I was accepted into the ranks of the chaotic bunch. I put on my shiny new tags, but It was then that my curse was cast.
I was apart of a team, and expected to adhere to the policies set by my new team. Surely it wasn't going to be hard to just get along (for the most part) with everybody as I had before. I tried to mingle with the server, as I had many times before, but something was wrong.... I was met with a new found animosity and outcry as if I was an enemy of the state! What have I done to these people I would wonder. Why do they try to torment me so? I just fight with all my heart and soul and put it all on the line, where was the mutual respect I once shared with my fellow warriors? And then it dawned on me... I had turned green. They treated me as if I was some sort of infected host, unable to socialize with any but my own. Constantly made to feel inadequate and hopeless If I was even to just fall in battle to a Swift cavalry shot to the back. Was it a betrayal to all my battle buddies I had greeted so many times before that I joined Chaos? Did I commit a grievance in taking up arms with my Jolly Green Giant? NAY! IT IS NOT I WHO BETRAYED THEM, BUT THEY ME! If I can't be treated like I once was simply because of 5 letters after my name, then I can't be bothered to try to continue befriending these two faced cretins. So it is then I decided that I will do my best to still be friendly, but try my best to ignore the vicious attackers who come at me in numbers greater than I can count.
So now it is left to you fair anwyl. Do you hate me? Do you hate all that is aligned with the piercing emerald green soul? You can continue to hate me because of five letters, or you can take my hand, extended with the intent of comradery and friendship. I have never spoken to you before this day, but it is on this day that I, Bigadaboosh, extend my hand forward and wait...
