+Rep I quiver as I put digital words to this electronic page. This... thing... is... not... human. When you step into a lobby with them, you are immediately overcome with a debilitating sense of overwhelming power. Of power alien to you. You scream, but your voice makes no sound. You try to click, but your fingers won't move. You try to close your eyes, but they're stuck staring at the screen. The feeling this thing evokes can only be understood through a Japanese idiomatic expression: "猫に小判" - "gold coins to a cat." You can barter, cry, beg, and run, but they are indifferent to your pitiful human negotiations. They simply do not care. They play the game for themselves. You realize you are food. You try to cry, but no tears come out.

+Rep will sacrifice everything to bring you down. Don't... look... behind... you. He's breathing down your neck. He will beat you at your own game. This methuselah has surpassed human want and taken steps toward self-actualization. Nirvana is achievable in one lifetime, and this demagogue is knock knock knocking at its door. He makes the devil cry. If he's on your team, he's an angel. If he's on the other team, you're in hell brother.

+Rep genius who acts as a puppet master during the match. Don't mess with this guy.

Rep Thanks for trade

+REP thanks for trade

+rep, See you soon again !