Pretenders to the Throne
And I mean short bus kind of special.
I understand that you read this blog and want to be like me. Hell, everyone wants to be like the Smithy.
But you can't.
Suddenly though, every mob and his ugly mother are starting their own blogs, trying (ever so futilely) to be as cool as me. But sadly (and by sadly, I mean happily) these posers won't succeed.
You just don't have what it takes. Noone is more universally recognized (or universally hated) than the Goblin Smithy. I am the KING.
Sure, people kill you guys. That's kind of the nature of the game. Adventurers kill monsters.
But they kill you because they have to. You're just another name.
The name Goblin Smithy, though. Now, that inspires fear. You cannot imagine the number of players that would practically wet themselves at my mere presence.
That is what makes this blog worth reading. People want to gain a better understanding of an enemy that haunted them so terribly for so long.
You guys writing blogs is kind of weak.
Seriously. Noone wants to read your copycat, emo ramblings.
I know what happened. You saw that people liked this blog and you wanted to be popular, too. So, you started your own little blog in hopes of someone liking you.
It's kind of sad really (except replace sad with pathetic and replace pathetic with really pathetic).
I'm not saying noone will read your stupid blogs. They won't, but I'm not saying that.
I'm too nice a guy to be mean like that.
On an unrelated note: noone will read your stupid blogs.
Why don't you take the time to come up with an original idea? You know, if that doesn't hurt your little brains too much. Damn tracers.
I hate posers.