Post by The Colossus on Jan 9, 2021 15:51:05 GMT -5
For whatever reason, the XHF felt it was important to get a reaction from Scott Steel. Not the chemistry reaction you might expect from mixing volatiles together, or the reaction of someone like Nemo attempting anything slightly harder than grade school math. It turns out however that the analogy to mixing volatiles in chemistry is a good comparison to the Syndicate.
While Angus Skaaland did helpfully butt in to say that while Desolations edge lord 4chan /pol antics certainly were quaint in whatever dirt water bog these kiddos came from, NPW was the for big leagues and their “tactics” were more R.L. Stine than Stephen King. He also helpfully noted that these were books, sensing that their inability to get a bear trap to work properly meant they had trouble with the printed word. The Aurochs had chosen to roar the word “BANAL” randomly after hearing the discussion of Desolation. Scott Steel nodded, or his blonde curls shook up and down. It must be said that the man’s appalling lack of neck makes it hard to deduce any actual movement on his part. Being that he was bright red, and borderline foaming at the mouth, this reporter noted that Steel was well-composed.
Steel also helpfully noted that all roads to Eric Dane went through him. It should be mentioned that he helpfully let this be known at a volume like an airplane taking off. Earplugs should be made a mandatory part of the gear for this type of endeavor. Steel also went further to remind the audience, though not in these exact words, that the last time Nemo thought to involve himself in Eric Dane’s business he had found himself in a heap outside of the ring.
Nemo further had his chance at a free shot at Eric Dane, but as Scott noted, paraphrasing here from the primal avatar of brute force, that when they were faced with men and not harmless animals they folded like cheap suits. He may have said he folded them like laundry, but as is often the case with Scott Steel, it turns out his intent, which is one of towering vengeance for a corgi puppy is more important than actual words. The Aurochs bellowed about them being spineless cowards with the reckoning they deserved coming. He slapped the SLF flag and reminded them that “Animal Liberation. Desolation Extermination” was the goal. Skaaland at this point had started drinking coffee.
Angus noted that while it was cute, they took shots at Steel’s intelligence, it was also noted that neither of the three men composing the group was even smart enough to not sound like they were auto-correcting text messages through a thesaurus and he doubted that even their mastermind was capable of even breathing through his nose and mouth at the same time, let alone his two lackeys.
While Angus Skaaland did helpfully butt in to say that while Desolations edge lord 4chan /pol antics certainly were quaint in whatever dirt water bog these kiddos came from, NPW was the for big leagues and their “tactics” were more R.L. Stine than Stephen King. He also helpfully noted that these were books, sensing that their inability to get a bear trap to work properly meant they had trouble with the printed word. The Aurochs had chosen to roar the word “BANAL” randomly after hearing the discussion of Desolation. Scott Steel nodded, or his blonde curls shook up and down. It must be said that the man’s appalling lack of neck makes it hard to deduce any actual movement on his part. Being that he was bright red, and borderline foaming at the mouth, this reporter noted that Steel was well-composed.
Steel also helpfully noted that all roads to Eric Dane went through him. It should be mentioned that he helpfully let this be known at a volume like an airplane taking off. Earplugs should be made a mandatory part of the gear for this type of endeavor. Steel also went further to remind the audience, though not in these exact words, that the last time Nemo thought to involve himself in Eric Dane’s business he had found himself in a heap outside of the ring.
Nemo further had his chance at a free shot at Eric Dane, but as Scott noted, paraphrasing here from the primal avatar of brute force, that when they were faced with men and not harmless animals they folded like cheap suits. He may have said he folded them like laundry, but as is often the case with Scott Steel, it turns out his intent, which is one of towering vengeance for a corgi puppy is more important than actual words. The Aurochs bellowed about them being spineless cowards with the reckoning they deserved coming. He slapped the SLF flag and reminded them that “Animal Liberation. Desolation Extermination” was the goal. Skaaland at this point had started drinking coffee.
Angus noted that while it was cute, they took shots at Steel’s intelligence, it was also noted that neither of the three men composing the group was even smart enough to not sound like they were auto-correcting text messages through a thesaurus and he doubted that even their mastermind was capable of even breathing through his nose and mouth at the same time, let alone his two lackeys.