Dear Espithel,
Please take a moment out of your busy schedule of self indulgence and bitterness to consider this, my sincere correspondence. I know it is difficult reading with a head so large and brain so small, but give it a go. You might even find that reading something (other than the photo-captions in gentlemen's magazines) is enlightening.
Assuming you are still reading, and haven't yet wandered off to your sex-dungeon to feed MeowMeowCat battery acid, I'll crack on with my point, shall I?
You suck.
Seriously, I hate you so much, with your arrogant, passive aggressive moaning about how unfortunate you are to be in a two person Brawl team. That's the big problem. I don't actually mind you sending us six challenges in one round, knowing full well that we'll get others from other teams too. I totally see your point that our not-even-full-points-wager against you in round 2 'nearly broke' your team. Obviously we were out of line, playing the game and all.
And it's our fault that everyone who wasn't already chained up in your basement left the team. Can't have had anything to do with getting the hell away from you now, could it?
I'll say one thing for you, though. THIS is a really well thought out task. It's great. Tonnes of ideas.
All the worst,
Team Abyss Brawlers
P.S. I hate your face.
