Hello? Can you hear me?

Ish me again, you're lovable and hated Poe. In fact, it's because that I am so obviously hated is the topic of my rant today. This one's gunna be an indisputable ESSAY because I'm not only pissed, I'm.....offended. 


So yesterday I was goofing around in Bill's Ranch, creeping on the convos of the DMS crews when I get recruited by a sort of friend. We had crewed together before and I figured him to be a decent sort so I accepted. He had an extra empty spot so I said he should recruit Kiyo since she was and high-leveled and eager to leave the crew she was in since her leader was one of the n00bs I've talked about before, Takeda Ninja. I guess maybe he didn't see the comment until it was too late cuz he ended up getting this low-level hoochacha who's never run DMS before. I figured, okay, he's to nice to kick her, so maybe we could get Kiyo later. No prob. Shit happens. 


Right now I'm just giving the background story; I haven't got to the part that grievously ticked me off yet.


So, then we get inside the caves and we're buffing, when Kiyo whispered to me about how her crew was doing. (I won't tell you about it since, it's HER story and I'd twist what actually happens with my cyncism) She was a bit concerned cuz the leading n00b was starting to show his n00bi-ness and I was mentally holding her hand when some other hoochacha in my crew started having a go at me.


"PPoe are you there? Buffs."


Ummm, first of all, I was obviously raging first, second, no one was finished buffing yet so she couldn't rage at me for being slow, and third......Just shut up, hooch. You're not lead, you're not done with buffs yourself, and.....you're ugly. (That last part was just prejudice since I dislike her but still >.>)


Since, I like to think of myself as a relatively patient person, I simmered instead of talking back. She's never crewed with me before, I thought to myself, she has every right to be wary of my likeliness of being a closet n00b.


Then we entered the first cave and started our attack. La-dee-dah, whatever. All of a sudden I heard, "***?(that's my name but I have it starred out since ya'll are creepers that might stalk me) Could you go get me some water?"


That was my mum, the ever cheerful slave-driver, telling me to do something. And since I didn't want to sit through a 30 minute lecture of why I should drop everything I'm doing the second she says anything and bend to her damned will, I got up immediately and ran to get it done. If I didn't I would get a "Why are you still clicking away on that computer and not doing what I told you to?"


Normally, a crew will realize something has happened on my side of the internet if I suddenly stop moving after attacking and healing as fast as a could. But not this one. No, when I sat back down, I saw a "Is PPoe doing anything? Poe, work."


Oh, I'm sorry, that I have some resemblance of a life beyond computer games, please let me grovel and beg for mercy. (I'll raise my hand just in case you can't tell when I'm being sarcastic. Right now my sarcasm hand is touching a cloud.)


All the same, I said, "My mum told me to do something. Sorry about that." THERE! Humble! Complacent! Understanding! And what did I get in return? 


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I was ignored.


Those bastards didn't even acknowledge my presence.


It was quiet for a while since my usual cheery conversational flow was corked by the outright hostile atmosphere.


So it was all quiet for a while and we moved into the next room. Once again I heard, "***! Help me find my email!'


I gave my mum a good tongue lashing but did ended up helping her again. I told the crew that was going to brb since my mum wanted something again. Can you guess the comments I got when I got back?


"She's leeching!"


"Poe, do some actual work."


"Just kick her already."


they completely disregarded all the healing and catting I had done and called me a mother-fluffing leech. They told my friend to kick me. The acted like a was some scrub who didn't know what she was doing and was acting like a retard.


I left faster than you could say "Three bitches in a corner sucking off a senile old geezer." OOOoooooohh, I was mad. I was even pissed enough to delete my supposed friend as well. The little dick, didn't say anything in my defense.


I sat under a tree and sulked for over and hour. At that moment I hated everything and everyone, including myself. Damned little bish, made me feel like I was back in elementary school and getting bullied again.


I don't remember your name, bish. But you are now the first on my hitlist.


Method of demise:


-Kidnapped by a pedophile what has a fetish for mouthy whores.


-Locked in the trunk of a car for two days with rats.


-Locked in the cupboard under the sink for two days.


-poisoned by cleaning supplies after getting raped by a mastiff.


Screw you bish. If I ever see you again and find out your name.......you just better hope I don't


~Poe