What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, miners? I'll have you know I was promoted to the top of my class on the space rig, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Hoxxes IV, and I have over 300 confirmed dreadnought eliminations. I am trained in glyphid warfare and I'm the top sniper in DRG. You are nothing to me but mere employees. I will wipe you all the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this damn planet, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me on your terminal? Think again, fuckers. As we speak I am contacting management and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, miners. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your lives. You're fucking dead, dwarf. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my m1000 Classic. Not only am I extensively trained in ranged combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the company and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable asses off the face of the continent, you little shits. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comments were about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongues. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiots. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, miners.