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In Which I Cause WF To Strangle Itself TO DEATH.

"WordForge want you to come home, John. No matter what differences you may have with them, no matter what mistakes you may have made, they still love you."

THE QUESTION: "Well maybe they do, but I don't love them."

"You're lying. And you're not very good at it. I, on the other hand, am an expert on lies. Both in telling them, and in spotting them. So you may as well admit the truth. More than anything in your life, you want to return to WordForge. And I can make that possible."

THE QUESTION: How?

"Let me worry about the how. All I need to know is, are you ready to go home?"

THE QUESTION: "No. But I am ready to end this conversation."

In time... All in good time.
 
How lonely and pathetic do you have to be in order to invent conversations with other posters? How sad does your online "life" have to be in order to catalyze a display that shameful and tragic?

Wordforge, collectively, have made of themselves an object of fun. Naturally, it follows that I'm enjoying the act of making fun of them.
 
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How lonely and pathetic do you have to be in order to invent conversations with other posters? How sad does your online "life" have to be in order to catalyze a display that shameful and tragic?

Wordforge, collectively, have made of themselves an object of fun. Naturally, it follows that I'm enjoying the act of making fun of them.
You. are. fucked. in. the. head.
 
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