This is the story of four people named Everybody, Somebody, Anybody, and Nobody. There was an important job to be done and Everybody was asked to do it. Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did it. Somebody got angry about that, because it was Everybody's job. Everybody thought Anybody could do it, but Nobody realized that Everybody wouldn't do it. Consequently, it wound up that Nobody told Anybody, so Everybody blamed Somebody.



◈Outstanding record setting in platform games side-scrollers murtroidvænias, you say, is the appropiate name? Sure, lil' weab. Sure it is... n_n since 1993.

◈Basic/Average front-storming & gogogoing since 2002.
◈Empire upgrading and relentless desire of advancing thru ages since 2001. Average flushing / mushing / douching & proficient imp·shing since 2003Q3. DO YOU EVEN IMP-RUSH?
◈Performance inhibition since early 2011. Still got mah'Wuju
◈Struggling for survival into the toxic, dank community of the sequel to the very first with due credit and respect to Æon of Strife, the real pioneer. game of the aRTS mistakenly adressed as MOBA nowadays genre since mid 2012.
◈Professional procrastination about D3 development uptake by nu-Bli$$ard-North and its failure as a casual release since the launch till end of D3vanilla. Adept of the D3-loot-system v2.0, thus devotee to the litany of choosing to follow a seasonal leg-huntin' life.
◈2016-17, and so on: Battlerite keeps me opening it every 3 or 4 days, so I can reap DA RAEWAORDS (KAOSMAETIXKS, obviously -♥♥♥♥♥♥ ones, needless to say) and get sick again about how fine-tuned is the process of dooming Bloodline Champions and its legacy and condemning them to ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ OBLIVION AND FORGETFULNESS. PU-TOS-WE-A-BOOS-Y-PU-TOS-RE-TRA-SO-LLA-DO-RES. ("DEVTARDS" PARA LOS DE LA E.S.O. ). Anything else is trying to actually play some of the videogames I've been hoarding these years, when my d0t0 addiction isn't so severe that happens to gift me with some spare minutes a week. If it isn't d0t0, it's di4bl4 thr33.
◈2020: Sooo... Guess what, guys! Stunlock Studios F U C K I N G-DID-IT-AGAIN. Twooooo-Ouuuuuut-Offfffffff-Twooooooooooooooooo!!!! Valve and its marvelous and healthy ecosystem can go bankrupt whenever they're pleased to. Coming back here from time to time just to find that the effects of what I've came to call "THE GREAT TECHNOLOGY SJW·IFICATION OF THE 21st CENTURY" get worse by the minute.
Hence, farewell to ya'll.
This is officially the last update (oh, no! I've pronounced the forbidden words !) to this poorly written experiment in a language not-yet learnt.




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