A lie. Tom Sawyer the CEO of Bethesda said that no matter what they would never create an MMO. These people are there to get peoples attention of themselves nothing more.
Wow, you really are pathetic aren't you? He took my RP, and twisted into a load of bullshit. I mean, the story sucked I realise, but still. You defend him after I leave, and he takes the idea and does it his own way, he had no rights whatsoever and Yes, things have changed I realise leaving was...
Look, like last year if some of you guys were around, I decided to be a jerk and complain that people weren't answering me in the forums, and I feel like a massive douche for doing that but now that i'm back finally i'm gonna make a solemn oath not to be a dipshit. Anyways, not really worth...
Wow, so it seems it backfired on you didn't it. I was angry when you stole my idea after I left, but now I see the funny side. Next time learn to get your own ideas.
"I think that's him over there"
"No you idiot, that's a dog!"
Oh, so it is.
Grant / Hough continue to walk along and look for Vincent.
Thats him though.
Ahh yes, Vincent.
They walk over to Vincent who seems to be in an important meeting at that time.
"Greetings Vincent, I came to...
"I don't know, all it has is a big seal on the envelope."
Rachael opens the note to the amazment of a sheet of paper with the letters 'Y M F U' on different parts of paper.
"I wonder what it means, lets try and figure it out."
Rachael wakes up having slept for awhile and looks around to see the two people she tied up untied.
"What the fuck dude?"
Suddenly a man wearing nothing but a white coat bursts in, he throws a note onto the table and runs away with lightning fast speed.
"The fuck is this?"
Rachael picks up...
"I wonder why this person wanted this."
"Probably just so he can look fancy I guess.."
"Yeah, I guess."
Grant / Jacob walk down a dirt footpath towards the stadium looking for a particular man named 'Vincent Clayton' he wasn't going to give him the clothes seeing as he didn't order them...
Grant / Jacob sits in a corner not far away from the Stadium. "I wonder what they're talking about." Says Grant.
"I don't know, i'm not a psychic" Replys Jacob.
They stand up and look at the small puppet on their hand. "Maybe there's a chance we could sneak in and see what they're talking...
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