GW Fan Fiction 2
This is the story of RAWR I PWN U ALL. He is a warrior/monk, and, as you might expect, he rules the world. He enters the Competition Arenas, ready for battle....
RAWR: Noobs! BEHOLD THE POWER OF RAWR!
Random Guy 1: Dude, stfu, we're having a conversation about the ps3
Random Guy 2: Yah, the contorler handddles look like dildo!! LOL!
RAWR: You infidels... you must embrace the power of RAWR or I shall smite you.
Random Guy 3: There's too many smiters... Smiters are useless in PvP.
Random Guy 4: No, smiters are way too powerufL! Tey ned to be nerfed!
Random Guy 5 starts dancing.
RAWR: Stop dancing, or I shall smite you from this earth.
Random Guy 5: LOL! **** U! I CAN DANCE IF I WANT TO! ITS FUNNNY!
Naturally, Rawr is fed up with these noobs, so he enters the arenas in order to kick some ***.
Rawr to team: hey
Rawr to team: I said hey.
Rawr to all: You noobs are going down.
Other Team: Dude, stfu, we are really good and we have won 5 times already.
The battle begins, Rawr leaves the gates at full speed. Damn Fort Koga... makes my comp lag... well, anyways, he goes out and pwns a monk.
Monk: WTF! YOU HAX!
Rawr: I'm just Rawr. I rule.
Monk: IM REPORTING YOU TO ANET!
The battle continues, and cries are heard from the other team: "RES ME *******, RES ME!" as Rawr decimates them all, while the rest of his teams stands back and just is being general noobs.
Rawr to team: GJ guys
Rawr to team: keep up the good work
The next game commences, Rawr is hungry, so he goes and grabs a bag of cheetos.
Rawr to team: lol im eating cheetos
Necro on team: can i have some?
Rawr: LOL ****YOU! CHEETOS R 4 ME!
Necro on team: watever, *******
Rawr's team: WTF, don't go afk
Team: great job, *******, we lost because of you.
Rawr: Dude, I'm still here, and I'm ready to kick some ***!
Team: RES ME RES ME
Rawr: lol i dont carry res, if your too much of a dumbass to die, then you can just lay there and think about it
Rawr to all: K, you guys are toast.
Other Team: LOL WE ALREADY OWNED THE REsT OF URE TEAM!! NOOBIE WAMO!
Rawr: oh noes, you're in for it now.
Rawr enables battle rages, and rages his way to the monk, who gets brutally owned by cripple, and is limping hopelessly, attempting to escape.
Monk: LOL HLEP
Rawr: It's too late for you, monkey-boy.
The monk dies from poison, and the three other rangers on his team shoot arrows pointlessly until Rawr owns them all.
Team to Rawr: Dude, you rule!
The next game commences, Rawr is ready for his third win.
Rawr to team: Okay, guys, same strategy. You all die and I'll own them.
Team: lol thats bad stratergy
Other Team: get ready to be owned noobs!
Mesmers, necros, oh noes!
Rawr: oh shiz... hexes... blind! omfg....
Rawr charges out, and dies valiantly along his friend the necromancer, who has a ressurection signet, but is too dumb to know how to use it, as Rawr would say. So, Rawr just kicks back and eats Cheetos.
Rawr returns to the competition arena, exhausted from his daily routine.
Rawr: Sweet, 1k faction.
Random Guy1: Dude, I got 10k faction.
Rawr leaves the game and shuns the world of Guild Wars because he thinks they're all idiots, including himself perhaps.
Okay, I was bored, but this sums up my impression of the guildwars-competition arena community.