Brehs
admission time.
I fancy myself a bit of a writer, right? Well, I'm also a wrasslin fan. I also readily indulge in fukkery on any and all levels. The end result?
I'm a fairly infamous ex-efedder.
For those who have never come into contact with those particular murky depths of the internet, efedding is internet wrestling, wherein users write roleplays (rp's for those in the know) against one another in a competitive manner framed in the realm of professional wrestling.
I don't know when it happened, long before I entered the fray in 2004, but by then it'd already evolved (at the highest, snootiest, most depressing levels at least) well beyond two people shouting "I'MMA BEAT YOU IN THE RANG BROTHER" at one another, and into titanic clashes where brehs threw 2-5 thousand word (on average, on a few dark days that number was higher, in one infamous clash 15k
) short stories at one another.
I was one of the very best. I was also an impeccable politician, and a pretty solid troll. So much so that there isn't a place where I've rp'd where I'm particularly welcome.
From when I was 14 and incited the ire of a lad from Lebanon who mistook me for someone else in a MSN chat and he revealed he was gay, to having a married Scottish couple take turns writing essays about what a deplorable human being I am, to staging
several forum takeovers and running reckless with my tight-knit clique of e-duns.
No idea why I'm typing this.
I think I miss it
There was nothing like winning a match and getting an A on a rp I wrote but also turned into creative writing.