[h2][color=steelblue]Rathello[/color][/h2] 
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Rath glared as the jestur spoke. Part condescending, part threatening. If Rath was scared at the mention of his name, he didn't show it. Instead he just looked angry. Was this guy gonna be that petty over a bit of code? 

[color=steelblue]"You're a neckbeard with no friends sitting in the basement of your parents house, aren't you?"[/color] Rath spat. [color=steelblue]"Enjoy lording yourself around others- is it some sort of fetish? If you're so much more powerful than us, then why do you need to keep griefing other players? It's a fucking mid rank dungeon at best. Just boot another instance up yourself and get a copy of the artifact. It's not like you'll struggle."[/color]

Rath turned to the others and shrugged. [color=steelblue]"This dickhead can go fuck himself. If he's cheating or hacking he probably has some autododge script or no damage bullshit going on. Fuck it, let's just run the damn dungeon again, I don't wanna deal with this shit."[/color]

No point in getting it on with a cheater- it was an effort in futility. Even if they won, it'd hardly be worth it. Perhaps the ability to gloat at the hacker would've been fun- though arguing with idiots was never the best idea. Chances were, he'd just drag them down to his level of stupidity and beat them with experience.

[color=steelblue]"Let's bounce guys. We know where the room is now. I'll just grab some mana potions from my storage and just go with the storm bear from the start. Speed run this shit."[/color] Taking a step back and waving the rest of the party along, though not before also sending in his own GM report- hopefully multiple reports would get their attention. Glancing at the jester, Rath spat at the ground. [color=steelblue]"Go eat a dick once you're done sucking your own."[/color]