What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I have over 5,000 hours in Project Diva, and I’ve topped the global leaderboards numerous times, and I have over 300 perfect scores on Extreme. I am trained in hold switching and I’m the top player in the entire United States. You are nothing to me but just another chart to clear. I will wipe you the fuck out with Cool precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak, I am clearing The Intense Voice of Hatsune Miku on Extra Extreme while blindfolded so you better prepare for the storm, faggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your "record". You’re fucking dead, kid. I can play anywhere, anytime, and I can outscore you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s without even using macros. Not only am I extensively trained in console play, but I have access to the entire series of Project Diva arcade cabinets and I will clear every song one-handed before you even get a single Great, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking SAFE, kiddo.
