What the fuck did you just fucking say about me in Call of Duty, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated 12th best in the community college, and been involved in numerous secrets raids in Call of Duty, and I have 300 confirmed hours in that game. I am trained in both mouse and keyboard warfare, and I am the top sniper in my clan. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this earth. Mark my fucking words, you think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak, my mom is calling all her friends in the neighbourhood Watch, to trace you right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime (except on Sundays when mom goes to church, and have the car), and I can kill you in over 4 ways (including rage-quit). Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of Call of Duty, yes I have unlocked everything there is to unlock, and I will use it to the full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you , maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it, (mom’s pissed too). You’re fucking dead, kiddo. Now, what’s your username in CoD?
