You're a lying, sad cunt with bitch-tits and an ego with the fragility of a newborn calf. You haven't fought anybody. You haven't ever actually taken interest in any sport that involves fighting. You'd never take a realistic, feasible option to fight somebody off of here, instead giving out vague threats bordering on stalkerish, psychopathic, i.e. cowardly behaviour. Have you no shame lying about imaginary things that have never happened? But go ahead and LARP a bit more and embarass yourself even more after I touched a soft spot. You have paper thin skin. I know the closest to a "fight" you've been is diabetes and lying through your teeth about trying to arrange a boxing match with some troll off of this website LOL.
And by the way, you keep telling me to message you, but it isn't possible. There is physically no option to contact you, at least from my profile. Again, trying to show off an image of a tough guy, but too chickenshit to let someone contact you.
In short, I have given you an option, if you can't follow it, it's your problem if you haven't got the minerals, son. And stop threatening to stalk and harm me in my house, you psychopatic lunatic. Not that you'd ever do that, but reading your unhinged posts really makes me wonder to what lenghts of pettiness you'd be willing to go to stalk and harass someone for calling your shit out online.
I replied.
So let me guess this was an elaborate joke on your part and absolutely not an attempt at trying to stalk me and my family. Take your meds.
- You didn't agree to fight under legal circumstances.
- More vague threats to appear at my house, as if that wouldn't get at least 3 people kicking you down on the front door and a visit in local jail, and possibly a ban from the country.
- Couldn't provide any proof you actually ever met anyone off this website.
Derranged homo wants to arrange a dinner date at my home rather than get his head boxed in. Show me all those people you've beat up from Codex. Protip: there isn't anyone.
Derranged homo wants to arrange a dinner date at my home rather than get his head boxed in. Show me all those people you've beat up from Codex. Protip: there isn't anyone.
Tell me in what world you wouldn't get either maimed by a group of people or arrested for going to stranger's house. You're full of mouth. I take it you have turned down my offer at fighting me. Don't contact me ever again unless you are serious about anything you say. I'd love to a see a fat, overweight manlet Australian stutter on my front door and cry something about not being published on GOG, but I'm afraid my family wouldn't appreciate it.
I'm sure you're going to fly out to Europe to meet me. You are going to engage in a rambo mission to meet me, but refuse to actually fight someone in a ring with amateur rules.