Azuremyst This Level Of Douchebaggery

I have a Void Elf rogue called Brohoof, whom I am currently levelling so that I can get the armour set (and also because I need a rogue to open lockboxes myself, rather than pay some other guy a whole load of gold).

After reaching Level 40, I went to Stormwind to get my Epic Riding, then nipped down to Goldshire to see what was happening. While I was there, I decided that I wanted to change my transmog to the Blackened Defias set that I have; it was while I was sittting on my yak that the trouble began.

Oh, look, it’s yet another twink who is trying to feed their ego by showing off how totally amazing they are. I pretended to ignore this fact, and instead played the ‘I am a higher level than you’ card.

When I said ‘IDGAF,’ I meant that I didn’t give a fuck that they would – most likely – win any duel we were to have. DuelResponse was blocking their requests, anyway, so I doubly didn’t give a fuck.

However, Twentynine – who has many other twinks, I’ve noticed – wasn’t quite finished with me yet.

I’m being rude, now, am I? Well you were being a pompous jackass, but you don’t see me whining about that, do you?

Oh, look, another person from the same server; I bet you a hundred gold that they know each other.

And the reason I don’t have the Footpad’s Shirt is because it can no longer be obtained. It used to be the shirt that Alliance rogues started with, but the only way to get one now is to buy one – for a lot of gold – from the Auction House.

So me saying that I didn’t give a fuck about you winning a duel, and then being sarcastic to this other person, means that I’m having a bad day? What the hell kind of life do you live, if that’s all it takes for you to get upset?

Because clearly you do get upset at things like this, if you’re saying the same of me. Don’t try to deny it.

And no, I don’t know why the Shaman thinks they’re the Transmog Police.

How is anything that’s been said to me so far a ‘joke?’ First, you play the Elitist card and say that you’d beat me in a duel, then the other person has a go at me for not having a hard to obtain shirt!

Holy shit, somebody call 999; my sides have just split open.

I fnally realise that trying to talk to these people is getting me nowhere, and put them both on ignore. I then whisper the Shaman, explaining why I don’t have that damned shirt they seem to love so much.

Seriously, though, I don’t get people like this; they think that they are so great, but in reality they’re just pathetic little trolls hiding beind a keyboard.

Still, at least they provide me with content…