There was this dude, PatroklosAlexdr. He had a 90% W/L ratio, and only about ~120 games, so he was either a reset, talented, or a quitter. Guess which it was? He quit on me and we had the funniest hatemail convo. Like... he wasn't bad at the game, but once I got the final throw at the end of r5, he quit with expert precision. So our convo went something like this:
Me: "Your raqequitting tears are delicious."
Him: "Rage? Funny, I wasn't even using my best you vacuous twat."
Me: "What, am I supposed to be afraid of your record? I seriously doubt you have any better. Your quitting skills are top notch, though. Man, you were right on it when I got that throw. Get real, you fraudulent cunt."
Him: "A vexatious gooch like you is not going to elate me with pretense gasconade. BLOCKED"
I felt like I was playing case two of Phoenix Wright. It was hilarious. And he was only using those fancy words halfway correctly. Gasconade implies that I'm bragging, which I wasn't, and there was nothing pretentious about it. Simply cold, hard facts. English'd, motherfucker.