Dit is eensaag sonder haar, en ek is ’n kompleet gemors.
Waar sy is, daar is paradys. Sy is ’n engel van hemel.
Sy is die mooiste juweel.
Sy is ’n godin.
In my oë, sy is perfeksie.
An itemized rundown of Incredible Sulk’s most recent infuriating misadventure:
1 – Although ZPG time approaches, he’s close to having enough gold for a brick, nearly maxed out on inventory, and just past Tradeburg. I elect not to send him to fight.
2 – Rather than simply head back to Tradeburg and sell at a massive profit, he wastes nearly an hour marching all the way to Godville. The long walk means he’ll miss the next ZPG time as well. For the next week, I’ll turn all his beer into scorpions whenever he begins to drink.
3 – After his interminably long stroll, he reaches Godville and sells off his inventory. Multiple encourages fail to produce a gold-for-brick trade. I am now out of godpower and can’t send him to the arena as punishment. I don’t even have enough to tell him what a jerk he is. When he lays down to sleep tonight, I’ll replace his underpants with bees.
4 – He buys a brick, probably to taunt me. I’ll have to do some research to find out which kind of underpants-bees carry the most painful sting.
I’m not even mad at him. Since I’m positively-aligned, I don’t punish him. I might, however, electrocute his parents for raising him this way.