BATTLEGROUND Predictions!

[Mr. S£im Citrus]

Eh, Crow isn't really that good; I've beaten him hundreds of times (okay, I don't think we've ever actually written against each other, but you've got to believe in your own skills).

[Crowe]

That, or we've been booked against each other one hundred times and I didn't show for any of 'em.

[Lightning Flik]

Pick yourself up, write a fucking class match and we'll battle. Good luck, mate.

IF I had a good class and was still good at writing then yes. We'd battle.

 

Eh, Crow isn't really that good; I've beaten him hundreds of times (okay, I don't think we've ever actually written against each other, but you've got to believe in your own skills).

I don't have talent. He at least does. My talent is buried and mostly in a place of my brain called "the forgotten lobe". I don't know what that is, but I'm assured it stores a vast quantity of crap I haven't used in a long time.

 

If I had the keys to the place, maybe I could figure out what talent was buried there.

[Mr. S£im Citrus]

....

 

How about you stop belittling yourself and just kick his ass?

[Secret Agent]

That's what I'm talking about. Trash this pity party and just shut up and write, damn it!

[Lightning Flik]

....

 

How about you stop belittling yourself and just kick his ass?

 

That's what I'm talking about. Trash this pity party and just shut up and write, damn it!

You know, I'm sorry. Must I add a sarcasm tag and a smilie for you to read that it was SARCASM.

 

I'm also quite sure that was a joke as well. Or a badly attempted joke. Whichever one works better in that situation. I was half asleep. I tried. Honestly, I tried to be humorous. Guess that kinda didn't work.