The trembling. I can feel it from here. You are scared. The defective gummi has filled you with a sence of dread, a fear so deep it permeates your very being. It is a forboding which lives within you, and oozes out from your pores despite you best efforts to control it. Like a shark to blood I am drawn to it, and am relentless in my hunt and merciless in my kill.
For I am a Gummi. And we are feared
At least, that's the only reason my ego will allow me to comtemplate in light of some of our latest attempts to arrange OGL matches.
Now, I can't remember all the names or all the dates, so I'll just leave them all out. The participants should know who they are, and there's no reason to tempt hostility, really.
But it all started not too long ago. We'd just finished an OGL match, and I can't even remember if we won or not. We challenged as high as we could, which was only two or three places. The clan challenged didn't have a great record, so we were hoping to get some of our new members into the match.
Three days pass. No response. Well, we can't challenge anybody higher right now, so we'll let it slide. Three more days pass. No response. Well, at this point we could challenge higher, so we did.
Next day, the absent clan is challenged by another clan. And they accept right away.
We are Gummis. And We Are Feared.
A couple of matches later. Forfeit win when the challenged clan does not respond in time. Next day, you guessed it, clan is challenged again, and they accept right away.
We are Gummis. And We Are Feared.
Last scheduled match. Our opponent shows up an hour and a half late to the server of their choice, and wonders why we're not around. Simple mix up? Or is it another reason? I think you know what it is, so say it with me.
We are Gummis. And We Are Feared.
Now, I really can't understand this. I mean, we really are a bunch of nice guys. Easy to get along with, fun opponents. We're far from the best and we know it, but we enjoy the game and just want to play.
But that's hard to do when people refuse to play you. Then we have to waste more time arranging another match, which, if the current trend continues, will just be cancelled anyway.
For we are Gummis. And We Are Feared.
Meat.