WordPress or the internet or God did not me to write this it seems. Given the severity of my complaining and whining in the past you’d think that declaring my freedom from Tile Survive pretty vanilla in comparison.

Yup. I told those fuckers off and quit. Some poor soul in Russian named “Hechto” had been notorious for insulting Americans, American women and overall any thing in the good old USA and people had enough. They would attack, rob, burn and slaughter his troops and base and make it a huge mockery of him. I had befriended him and although I don’t condone cyber bullying as perceived by the masses toward him, I felt sorry that he was constantly attacked.

Hechto was a drunk. And he was a mean drunk. Whatever transpired in his life whether it was because he served in the Russian army or perhaps he’d seen the horrors of war first hand, he was always drunk. He was especially mean to me at the beginning and regardless if I was offended or not, I do have empathy for the misunderstood and did my best to be kind to him. My pig American cohorts disagreed. They called me out. Shamed me. Threatened me. So I fought back. And the 13 year olds all got together and told me “You’re not cool!”. Come on, you adult buffoons! Is that all you got? No threats toward my wife, my neighbors kids, my truck?!!! Nope. I’m not cool and you know what? They’re right. I’m not cool. I’m proud and I have dignity and I quit.

What a break from the monotony of that miserable game, those miserable pathetic people and that waste of money and time. Every day I gain 3 hours that I’m not subjected to that cruelty and I no longer need to invest in stupidity. They made me promise “I promise I won’t leave”. Oh Fuck whatever. I’m too old, too cranky, and too broke to keep that promise. So Gladly I left four days ago. I’m not permitted to return to the game until Christmas day when all the lowlifes will be with their lowlife families pretending to be joyful on one day so I can recover my losses, move my bases, change their appearance and disappear for good. They won’t have matured by then but perhaps just maybe I’ll have a new book completed and will truly have something to be grateful.

Sigh. Now who wants an update on the art? I know I do.