Smash angry want hate me but portable device for typing cannot to fast. Name to be made anew? NO! Indian take poo on you!
But seriously, I can understand the frustration of having something not go your way. Even of having your name changed (it happened to me, and my name was entirely accidentally meshing with some random European culture word I was unfamiliar with - but I understood it was MY mistake, it happens, big whoop), but I don't understand the need to use it as a cloak for why you are leaving or why you hate the game. To me that's like saying you divorced your wife because she didn't make you coffee that morning. If you REALLY ARE intent to leave/divorce, five bucks says it's actually due to a number of other (more important) reasons than the trivial thing that happened recently.
Even so, I do understand the anger, but I don't see the point of attempting to rally people (which your first post sounded like to me) - only to get bashed by other people (hopefully anti-gang code kicks in).
Take it in stride and leave, or take it in stride and play. But my main issue is pretending THIS IS WHY CF SUCKS. Trust me, it sucks for other reasons. Like me. Me mainly.
IN its due time—the Morning came,
Uprose the Guest—the Host—and Dame,
Worthys of equal rank and fame—
A messenger proclaim'd th' approach
Of Horse and Foot, and Cart, and Coach—
"Announce their names" (old Satan cry'd)
"And be their merits singly tried,
"To save Us trouble—And that all
"May know, why, We have made this call,
"Make Them, before they enter, read,
"This Scrowl, which We pronounce, our Creed."
"THE CREED.
"Kings, Lords, and Commons We abhor,
"And 'gainst all moral tyes—Wage War—
"Religion useless is—Equality,
"Of Vice We'll seek—and thus—be free."
The Messenger, was scarce withdrawn,
When lo!—A Rev'rend Rogue in Lawn,
Burst in, and thus attention won,—
"An E [...]h Priest, in days of yore,
"Translated to a neighb'ring [...]
"All that I cou'd, from youth I've done,
"To prove myself—Rebellion's Son,
"The Church I value not a Straw,
"My Will, has ever been my Law;
"When Drums beat loud—and Tumults rose.
"I doff'd my Sacerdotal Cloaths,
"Dash'd down my Crozier, seiz'd the Spear,
"And with my railings fill'd the air;
"I've persever'd from earliest age,
"'Gainst Order, in its ev'ry stage;
"Thus qualified—I've hasted Here,
"Your p [...]rless Mit [...]d Volunteer."
And remember;
Pimping is a Science, Sir,
The only Mode and Fashion,
To Virtue bids Defiance, Sir,
'Tis the Glory of the Nation.
In City, Country, or in Court,
It is the Coup d' Grace, Sir;
If you your Patron's Vice support,
You need not fear a Place, Sir.
The Lawyer pimps to gain a Coif,
While Porters pimp for Hire;
Kind Betty serves his Worship's Wife,
The Page pimps for the Squire.
'Tis pimping gains a large Estate,
Makes Valets wear their Swords, Sir,
For Pimps oft look as big and great,
As any Duke or Lord, Sir.