A section devoted to abusing the socially inept i.e. Pytt

[Elfdroper Gravelender]

I just wanted to have a place to voice my opinion on the inexcusable behavior of one of our members w/out disturbing other relavent guild chat. Pytt you have to face facts. W/ 6 fingers total, that mask you wear thats made of human skin to hide the atrocity beneath, and those horrible smelling gerbils you anesthetize then loge up yer arse, there is no way in hell that you could possibly function in our society much longer. I mean god man...you got booted from Mcdonalds for sticking your dick in the friars and then giving the big macs some of your special sauce. If that does'nt call for a self-banishment (and i say self because you must by now realize your own debauchment of humanity) the fk if I know what does. I know it seems a grueling attack on your sad excuse of what some may call character, but trust me bud, its for your own good.

[Pytt]

Hi, my name is Pytt and I want to share with all of you a problem I have been having. You see, all my life I have been a practicing Christian and only until just recently I have been questioning my beliefs. There is a little boy ... for argument sake I will call him Gravelender... he has no redeeming characteristics. People see him and turn away in , they laugh and point at him behind his back. They call him names like dogface and shitneck... due to his looks and pungent smell. I, on the other hand am overwhelmed with sorrow for this poor , ing , child ... why would God create such a miserable form of life? When I thought of how I could help this skin covered mass of human fecal waste I came up with a grand scheme of brining this un-wanted, brainless, rotting, conglomerate of to the church and get him involved with the Lord. My thoughts being.. if the Lord made this monkeyfaced, shitpile he might be able to lend a hand in helping this dirt-eating swine build up enough self esteem to maybe one day date a rented mule, but alas the Lord could not change this poor cave-dwelling freaks destiny. He is to be a mutant of the most disturbing nature forever. Oh ... What am I to do? Is there really no way to save this little sad boy? Any Ideas.. feel free to comment. A smal helpless child needs your help.... and his name is Gravelender. Good Evening and God Bless!

[Elfdroper Gravelender]

I have an idea you sick monkeyfucking child molesting wannabe. Get a fkin clue and realize making lies about how your a wonderful religious fanatic who spends time helping priest reach the "souls" of young boys. We all know your only god is the one you keep stuffed up your ass. Thats right your stentch ridden gerbils maybe the Creator to you and thats all good. But FFS do'nt go around lying to yourself and more importantly us decent human beings about how sexual experiences w/ rodents has helped you to see god....you fuck.

[Pytt]

God has a plan for us all my son. I'm sorry that yours was to be locked in a closet and molested as a child, but I hope you dont hold resentment towards him for that. It wasnt him it was your derranged parent who molested you... so please seek professional help. And stop sleeping in your closet .. your parents cant hurt you anymore. Don't cry anymore man... you can make a life with what little grace god has given you. Even if your parents cut off your privates.

[Elfdroper Gravelender]

Pytt I dunno where you got it into your grotesque excuse for a head that a manslave such as yourself will in anyway be acknowledged by the general public for expressing your deluded thoughts. Face the facts. A thirty year old virgin living off pb&j's in his mothers trailor, w/ only aeshtetized gerbils to keep you company, will never ever have his thoughts acknowledged unless they are to be laughed at. So stop adressing a good wickan member of the REpublican party w/ your slanderous statements....or I will be forced to thrash you like your papa did in the days of old.


Remember eating jalepinoes on THanksgiving is fun for the entire family=)

[Pytt]

Remember that one christmas where you pretended to run away from home becasue yourmother and her boyfriend got you canned food , but you just hid under your front porch for something like 8 days. They didn't even care, they thought you had gotten hit by a car or kidnpped. I know how much that must have hurt your feelings. Around like the 5th day you started leaving little hints that you were gone, but still they didn't care. You must have been really upset at your parents for getting you canned foods for christmas, but you always knew you were a bastard child and your mother hated you for what your father did to her.

On the fateful day back in the 60s when your father worked as a bathroom assistant for IHOP and your mother ran her lucrative "BlowJob" business out of the third stall, it was a question of time before their paths finally met. Truckers from all over the state knew about your mothers famous "BJ" breakfast. Three pancakes topped off with a nice BJ. With her buisness blowing up she freqented the mens stall alot, each time with a new customer. And your poor father had to clean it up after every visit. Things finally got so out of cotrol your mother needed some protection from all the men, and couldn't manage getting the money herself, so the buisnessman your father was stepped up and became her pimp. After a time they fell in love, and you were concieved in the very bathroom in which they met, third stall.. seat down... like your momma likes it. With your mother pregnent she couln't hoover down as many wieners as before and her "BJ" comapny was deteriorating rapidly. All becasue of you.

Your father beat her, robbed her, and left her all alone in the IHOP with your bastard seed growing within her womb. Nine motnhs later a resentful, hateful, little bastard, was born with half a brain and smelling like an unwashed bathroom stall. And here you are today, still smelling like shit. =p

[Elfdroper Gravelender]

Listen Pytt I know your pissed off I do. Why wouldn't a hermaphroditic bus driver like yourself have anger management issues? Even though priests, in what your backwoods inbread home town could call a church, locked you in the offering box while they beat your mom w/ a piece of stale bread left over from the last christening, there's no need to take it out on me. Who was it that rushed to the store to get you a pack of cigarettes when you eat the ratpoison? Who was it that got you to stop trying to fuck yourself w/ your godawful sex organs because you kept falling off the bed and getting rugburns? Who was it that bought you those new gerbils after Gopher and Mrnibblebuns "disappeared"? When you tried to talk to that redhead and she ran screaming into a crowded intersection only to be decapitated by that hotdog salesman Paco's big umbrella, who was it that bought you the rope so you could make a noose? I know its tough but listen, eggs are only yellow in the center and you much like an egg have the promise to someday... someday have enough responsibility to make a lumberjack happy w/ a hearty morning meal.

[Pytt]

Well man, its been less then enjoyable knowing you these past years, good luck in Mongolia. It sucks that your mom is sending you there to die, but i would do the same thing if my child resembles a bald ewok. But if anyone could survive out there i know it is you. Cmon man, you are that kid that got trapped in the cave by the blizzard and had to drink his own piss for 8 days in order to live. And if you ever come back, don't worry your dog , or err girlfriend , i forget what to call it, that whole situation confuses me... she will be waiting for you.

But, don't give up hope on your dreams, i know one day you WILL be the "clean up" man for the gay porn movies, it is what you always wanted. Cleaning up seamen runs in your family, look at your mother, she doesn't waste a drop. You are going to fit in really good with all the huge foreheads and flat faces.

I think it is cool that you aren't going to bring any luggage except your third pace trophy you got for the criss cross boppers event in the community speacial olympics. Although you aren't fully retarded you still hang out with all those children, they are... after all, the only ones who treated you like an equal.

Try to have a little fun out there, even though you are leaving behind a life of sexual abuse, mental , and physical assault you are entering a whole new life filled with ass raping large mongolian men. The outlands of Mongolia will be like your own personal Disney Land. And I bet your going to be popular with the savage men, with your man tits and all.

Well best of luck and I hope i never see you again. Die. Pyzzzatt!

[Elfdroper Gravelender]

Remember Pytt there are three types of people in the world. Good upstanding members of the Green party like myself who devote their lives to helping obscure hemaproditic hamster rapsists like yourself. Post-adolescent inbread, phallic worshiping imps, whose mothers were knocked up by three-legged dogs like yourself. And of course the Hardcore mofos here at Nameless who we share our gaming culture with who, if the came into contact with you on the street, would either vomit profusely or beat your increadible grotesque persona with the largest blunt object available. One of these things is not like the other da da da daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...figure it out dipshit

[Zeris]

First I would vomit profusely, then I would beat you both down with my petrified wood clown carving that used to be a real clown, in fact I think he was one of your fathers, but having a kid like you depressed him so much that he decided to be a clown entertaining normal, non-dead-animal eating children that didn't put anything they could get their hands on into their asshole. Then being a clown didn't take away the horrible horrible pain, and he wandered off in solitude and died next to a tree covered in tears because he had just remembered that he was one of your fathers, because he had forgotten for a short time before - it was the best time of his life. But then he died next to the tree, he died of actually WANTING TO DIE, and the tree grew around him, and it sensed that the clown had fathered the most ing pathetic thing this planet had ever seen, and it died and rolled down a hill to a woodcarver, who made it into a clown because the tree was so sickly and depressing that he needed something to cheer him up. But he just killed himself rather than sit around such a ing thing that had fathered the world's worst excuse for a human being, or any being for that matter. But what can you expect, you both were repeatedly pickled and given the nutrients from your mothers' healthy coke and heroine habits while you were inside her, but I think you both fell out a few times and got crammed back in, but not before getting covered in the carcinogenic fumes produced by the depleted uranium in the nuclear landfill your moms ran competing anal rape roleplaying businesses in. If I were either of you, I'd stay away from the scientific community, because they'd just love to look at you and do experiments to decide how exactly the two of you manage live on eating only eachothers' semen, feces, and urine. It amazes me too, except it actually just makes me so ill that I had to spend the last year in a hospital after thinking about you once while walking down the street.

[Pytt]

Grave you are a smug, unhappy , little man who sits in his room and polishes his puter every 10 minutes. And Zeris, always remember, Nobody loves Ugly.

Let the games begin.. first blood has ben drawn. Dont worry about GL he gets humbled very easily and has the brain capacity of a pair of soiled underwear. As for you Zeris, we have yet to see the full extent of your homosexuality, but I am guessing we are going to need a larger scale. And I know how upest you are about not being able to marry you beloved George, but keep fighting , and don't give up, some day they will change the law on homosexual marriges... just stop sending me private messages about your sex life, it gives me nightmares. But, if it helps at all, maybe you can hook up with Gravelender, he has started sort of a Gay Underground railroad. Right now it is just him and three guys whipping the shit out of one another in his basement, but if you are into that, more power to you.

Anyways thanks for joining in, i was starting to get a little bored making fun of GL, also known as Gay Lord, and from the bottom of my heart man, i hope things work out for you with George. And I sincerely hope you can unlodge the fire extinguisher from your ass.

[Zeris]

Sure thing boss, nobody loves ugly. Were I "the dog faced troll", I might be worried about that fact. But since I've actually had a girl make eye contact with me, I think I make it out of your homosexuality definition, which I found in your diary. Also, tell me how the testicle retrieval operation goes, I hear they still haven't come outside your body since birth and you've just been producing estrogen up the arse. I don't know who george is, maybe that's your fantasy name for Richard Simmons, who you keep telling me is tied up in your basement and getting a noah's ark anal dildo (two of every animal) crammed up his anatomy for bad things he's done that you made up. I guess your latest fantasy is that he attempts to make some kind of contact with another man, probably by kicking the corpses of dead animals that used to be in his ass so that the air left in the corpse's lungs comes out and makes a noise which he does according to morse code. The world's fat people need Richard Simmons back, in fact I think I saw a huge parade of them charging towards your house, if you would call it a house, its more like a tent made of the flayed skin of your own mom (I think one year she forgot to change her address and you found her), which you regularly have practice sex with for when you come across an intact female corpse so you can settle down and enjoy some cold, dry, rotten pussy, which is all you'll ever know.
I was happy to jump in and let you two realize you're not really even insulting eachother any more, not when you're both naked and one of you on the other's lap having horrible anal sex while you type each reply together, I just came by to remind you what a horrible fetish the two of you have, and to remind you to brush your teeth at least once a year, even if its with the swab towel you use to clean out eachother's anal cavity after it's been filled up high with semen and eachothers' feces and small animal skeletons and cadaver parts stolen from nearby medical schools.

[Elfdroper Gravelender]

Damn Zeris your one sick fker. Glad to have you aboard!
NOw I know it's easy to make fun of hermaphroditic hamster rapists like Pytt, being that he sleeps in the folds of his moms boil convered stomach. But seriously, we all know making fun of others is a way of taking away the atetntion from yourself.
Sure pig farmers who use the animals as their sexual punching bags have problems but you can get over them. Like that time you were playing "doctor" w/ your favorite pig scarlet and she kicked you in the balls so hard you had to have it removed. Well look at the bright side...your one of the few people whose balls are always the same length. We know your mom sodomized you with crusifixes as a child in your trailor park home while she ate bonbons and watched the young and the restless. But look at yourself know, your an important member of that obscure cult w/ the fetishes for farm animals and young asian boys. Religion realy has changed your life, and not only by re-aranging your intestinal track but also through your "testimony" to all those young kids who are no longer able to digest solid food, all because of you.

[Pytt]

Nice, really got the fires blistering hot with that one, you ass ravaging, 12th level, anal dwarf. Do me a favor and go out back to your barn, get your mom out of the pigs trough and spray her fat skanky ass down with the hose, i can smell her stench from here. Then do the world a favor and grab the back of your mullet, bend over , put your head between your legs, and shove it where the sun doesn't shine... i dont mean the cage in your basment where you lock up and sexually torture those midgets, i mean your ass. That is if you can fit your head in there along with Gravelenders super, delux, speacial eddition, 12 inch , anal jack hammer dildo. But I am sure you have fit larger ... they don't call you an anal mongoloid for nothing. I have even heard rumor of your ass being the only known black hole on earth.

Well thats about it, I guess you should get back to your gang of scooter riding circus clowns, i would't want you to make GL's mom wait any longer for her show. you know how crazy she can get when she has cock on her mind.

[Pytt]

I remember I was hammering on a fence in the backyard when Dad approached. He was carrying a letter or something in his hand, and he looked worried. I continued to hammer as he came toward me. "Son," he said, "why are you hammering on that fence? It already has plenty of nails in it." "Oh, I'm not using nails," I replied. "I'm just hammering." With that, I returned to my hammering. Dad asked me to stop hammering, as he had some news. I did stop hammering, but first I got a couple more hammers in, and this seemed to make Dad mad. "I said, stop hammering!" he yelled. I think he felt bad for yelling at me, especially since it looked like he had bad news. "Look," he said, "you can hammer later, but first-" Well, I didn't even wait to hear the rest. As soon as I heard "You can hammer," that's what I started doing. Hammering away, happy as an old hammer dog. Dad tried to physically stop me from hammering by inserting a small log of some sort between my hammer and the fence. But I just kept on hammering, 'cause that's the way I am when I get that hammer going. Then, he just grabbed my arm and made me stop. "I'm afraid I have some news for you," he said. I swear, what I did next was not hammering. I was just letting the hammer swing lazily at arm's length, and maybe it tapped the fence once or twice, but that's all. That apparently didn't make any difference whatsoever to Dad, because he just grabbed my hammer out of my hand and flung it across the field. And when I saw my hammer flying helplessly through the air like that, I just couldn't take it. I burst out crying, I admit it. And I ran to the house, as fast as my legs could take me. "Son, come back!" yelled Dad. "What about your hammer?!" But I could not have cared less about hammering at that point. I ran into the house and flung myself onto my bed, pounding the bed with my fists. I pounded and pounded, until finally, behind me, I heard a voice. "As long as you're pounding, why not use this?" I turned, and it was Dad, holding a brand-new solid-gold hammer. I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes and ran to Dad's outstretched arms. But suddenly, he jumped out of the way, and I went sailing through the second-story window behind him. Whenever I hear about a kid getting in trouble with drugs, I like to tell him this story.