Psychic Robot wrote:I think it's moderately amusing that he got so offended over Maxus's signature that he had to alter his own.
I broke my prohibition this once to see what he said. I'm not particularly surprised.
I find it a little amusing and a little sad on a couple of points.
1) It's not an insult to him. My signature really is directed at myself. Since I've made it, I've stopped myself from looking at his posts several times, and it hasn't been a full day yet. It really is aimed at preserving my own equanimity.
2) Shadzar's really taken to the 'suck a barrel of cocks' thing, hasn't he? He really must not actually read what posters here say, because otherwise he'd expand his list of things to say to people.
If he wants to view as me insulting him, that's cool. But I'll go one better--I'll
describe him.
In the past week or so, I've directed a few people to the Den to various threads I thought were interesting, and honestly forgot Shadzar had posted in some of them (I mean, hey, I see his posts as a little message and a button normally. It slips my mind.)
They have uniformly asked who the hell Shadzar was and if he's always such a nonsensical nerdraging jackass who puts up super-long posts which don't actually say much. Well, I say uniformly. That's the composite view built out of their consensus.
There you go. Not only do people who regularly read and post in the discussions on the Den have a dim view of Shadzar, people who are seeing his posts for the first time, who have no feelings towards TGD members one way or another, immediately form a dim view of Shadzar. That is how objectively bad Shadzar's arguments are.
Oh, by the way, they genuinely liked J_E's dissertation on sneak attacks and knife-fighting, and Josh Kablack's list of the 'inspirations' for D&D has one of them resolved to make a straight Tome Fighter for the next time a game is going among our circle of friends.
He jumps like a damned dragoon, and charges into battle fighting rather insane monsters with little more than his bare hands and rather nasty spell effects conjured up solely through knowledge and the local plantlife. He unerringly knows where his goal lies, he breathes underwater and is untroubled by space travel, seems to have no limits to his actual endurance and favors killing his enemies by driving both boots square into their skull. His agility is unmatched, and his strength legendary, able to fling about a turtle shell big enough to contain a man with enough force to barrel down a near endless path of unfortunates.
--The horror of Mario
Zak S, Zak Smith, Dndwithpornstars, Zak Sabbath. He is a terrible person and a hack at writing and art. His cultural contributions are less than Justin Bieber's, and he's a shitmuffin. Go go gadget Googlebomb!
