To King 'Call me Caitlyn' James,
You spent the entirety of last strat troopfarming, ok. Sure, everyone gets busy (you weren't, but we'll pretend you were) and sometimes has to just relax and do their own thing.
Then you make the only good decision you had ever made at that point and let someone else lead. Oh wait, then you immediately try to turn them into a puppet king and have your guys break raid rules and gearbug.
You alienate the entirety of your clan, and make many of them so bored of your shit that they quit the game entirely or join a different faction.
With a ragtag band of loyal idealists you join a decent faction. Taser's a smart guy, and you finally stop troopfarming. You take some AI fiefs and seem to finally be doing something.
Then the laws of nature kick in and you squat over and take a giant steaming shit on the emaciated orphan child that is the physical embodiment of Acre, breaking through the crust of the Earth to somehow take yourself (and your clan) somehow even lower.
You bend over, distended anus and all, to the Gobblerinos, swearing your undying prison-bitchdom. Then they (by they, I mean everyone living, dead, and yet to be born) make fun of you and put you up to some ridiculous challenge just to hoist you in front of the entire community as their ragdoll fucktoy.
You proceed to swallow the erroneous amounts of cum dribbling down your chin and show off your toothless hillbilly smile like some cock-bent Oliver Twist, tugging on Daruvian's spirally cock asking, "Please sir, may I have some more?"
On behalf of everyone in this entire community: holy shit.
You have set new records on low self-esteem and cuckoldry.
I hope for the ruined chasm that is your asshole that you finally muster up the courage of a dead squirrel and chirp out to your stank-dicked master that you refuse his offer of a Gobblin gangbang and make your own 3-man faction of cockgobblers like your destiny foretold.
Sincerely,
Another person who is so embarrassed of you it hurts.
And no, not your father.