As depicted from the image, the user in question employs the identical insults, regardless of whether they genuinely apply to his adversary. Initially, before we even delve into the specifics, this idea of randomly hurling insults of dubious sincerity is inherently a folly, for if the insult does not even remotely apply to the individual, then how can it dent his pristine armour and wedge an abyss between him and victory? The answer to this inquiry is relatively philistine, it simply cannot. Instead it does nought but raise a furrowed brow and ricochet of the opponents armour.

Now, onto the genuine section. As the image depicts, the user in question bears a propensity for the same insults, using the identical insult twice against one or two individuals at a time. As can be perceived, the schizophrenic insult was deployed against yours truly and one Reggie The Edgy = 2. The homosexual insult was utilised against Ranger’s Inept Apprentice and the gun inferiority insult exclusively utilised against myself twice. The origin for these insults is relatively ambiguous, he appears to allude to the fact that Rangerkins is a sodomite, due to the individual in question not responding to his blatant attempts to shill his Youtube video, in regards to myself he appears to ignore the challenge for a flyting and reverts back to his callous statements in referring to myself as a homosexual. In regards to the firearm jibes, he implies that my firearms are not real, neglecting to mention that they are genuine and the finest that Iceland has to offer. As you can see he appears to use 2 insults, oft against 2 individuals. There have been 6 recorded incidences, which I acquired after 10 minutes of diligent searching, with after every 2 insults a unique taunt is inevitably forevisioned. 2 + 2 + 2, indicating the jeers of a distinctive calibre depicted equals 6. 3 topics in general insinuates 2 X 3, which is also 6, with 6 insults in question being another 6 added to the fray. By utilising basic mathematics, this can conspicuously be equated to 6 6 6, commonly referred to as the sign of Satan Incarnate. Now I Now I humbly inquire to you, would a self professed Zoomer, Gropyer, whatever other Pidgeon speak that he identifies as, abide by Satanism in any aspect? I think not! As a result, it would be prudent to barricade your windows and hurl faeces coated rocks at this attention seeker, for he is not a veteran troll, but instead a Daemonic charlatan and fraud. Furthermore, it would be prudent to mention that he bears relatively low intel, contrary to his alleged confidence, as he frequently hounds my associate, Captain Meowsies, and demands to know if I reside in Australia, which I conspicuously do not.

Roight, so we’ve already done the maths, featured above which depicts him as a charlatan and fiend of the highest nature, however, what we have thus far failed to represent is that this self professed paragon of virtue exhibits characteristics, typically featured in LGBTQ covenants. OBSERVE BELOW!


HE HAS THE ATTENTION SPAN OF A DOPAMINE FIEND! It is rumoured in the most wise and profound sectors that a man who has capitulated to constant interaction and adrenaline, abandons the very time honoured principles of patience and becomes the encapsulation of an internet cretin. This individual in question can only muster up an assortment of garbled phrases, that barely constitute a full line, let alone a place in the English dialect.


Furthermore, the image above conveys that he thrives for attention above all else. Such an act is akin to desperate e girls cutting themselves for a sympathy grab, or transgenders routinely threatening suicide, so the morally weak fawn over them and procure for them a basket of artificial love and cuddles, in a naïve attempt to prevent them from prematurely encountering their demise. Such a desperate attempt to covet the approval of others is reprehensible and frankly pitiful.

WHO ELSE YOU MAY ASK, ATTEMPT ABOVE ALL ELSE TO ACQUIRE ATTENTION FROM STRANGERS ONLINE, WHETHER IT BE BIG OR SMALL, POSITIVE OR NEGATIVE!


DEMENTED WOMEN DO!


HOMOSEXUALS DO!


ALONGSIDE AN ASSORTMENT OF OTHER HEDONISTIC, PROMISCUOUS FIENDS, WHO WITHER AWAY AND SACRIFICE THEIR YOUTH TO THE ONLINE CABAL.


This man is no virtuous knight, wreathed in a radiant light, he is instead a reskin of the homosexuals, attention seeking throng that plagues our very land. He goes under the cover of night, dons a deceptive guise and capitalises on it by seeking recognition from his peers, who he will never ever sight nor hold in his arms. His sole friend is the voice that speaks to him from his computer screen, the chattering of his pudgy fingers hitting the keyboard at record reaching screen, alongside his reflection, belaying a ghastly aesthetic, that he writhes away from in terror.

This is the man who seeks your attention, WILL YE GIVE IT TO HIM WITHOUT A FIGHT!

WAKE UP MY PEOPLE
Wake up, my people, before it is too late
Wake up, my people, they're deciding our fate
Will they take this country without firing a shot?
Wake up, my people, or you'll lose all that you've got

I know that you're busy, trying to make a dime
You even work on Sundays, to get a little overtime
What good will it do you if your freedom you should lose?
Wake up, my people, because soon you must choose

Many years have come and gone since Revere's famous ride
Now's the time to stand and fight, we'll try to turn the tide!
Burn what's of our cities, they plunder and kill by night
Politicians and wars inturn, they say that's civil rights

Wake up, my people, before it is too late
Wake up, my people, they're deciding our fate
Will they take this country without firing a shot?
Wake up, my people, or you'll lose all that you've got
Wake up, my people, or you'll lose all that you've got...

To reiterate, his intel is low, it is rumoured among maidens lounges that he seeks to bombard Australia with a Howitzer shower, however, unbeknownst to him, I recline upon my chair, revelling in the snowy climate and celebrating the festive season of Yule. YOU WILL NEVER FIND ME, THERE ARE MANY CAVES IN ICELAND!

Would a defender of the faith be wiling away his days, combatting virtual wars against similarly minded apparitions of the night and sycophants alike, or would he instead be wielding a cross in hand and fending back the insidious caricatures of the night. Similarly, would a man of valour, of integrity, attach all these titles to him, or would he instead allow his actions to speak for him and inspire others to unfurl and hoist aloft their banners. This man with his pigeon speak dialect of, “Based, schizo, cringe, groyper” and whatever other assortment of babyspeak, inane terms embodies him, is a homosexual and craven to boot.

If I am to be frank, you are a bigger attention seeker than a desperate transgender wishing to covet approval from his parents and peers. The fate you so fear, of withering away in obscurity, with your legacy obfuscated will inevitably occur if you persist in your antics, for fate has a way of spiting those who attempt to artificially alter their legacy. Allow your destiny to gallop up to you, for if you continue to plunge your hand into the apple tree and pick ripe fruit, then you will hinder the messenger of fate. Furthermore, your incessant typing battles against Zokh relay homosexual tendencies, you sound autistic in call, cannot appear to read more than a paragraph and in full have proven yourself a craven and tenfold! If you were the devilish rogue that you assert yourself to be, then why would you decline and flee from a mans duel? Your denial to engaging in a genuine challenge, that would decisively conclude this feud, alongside your ineptitude in carrying yourself has caused you to falter and thus be subject to exile in the Moria mines. May you be shanked by the Forsworn and have your bones be gnawed upon by the ravenous maws of the goblins that congregate in the shadowy depths.


MAY MY STEEL SHATTER THE PLATEMAIL OF ALL ADVERSARIES, PRAISE CAMELOT AND GOD ABOVE.