He: How old r u?
She: 13.
He: I'm 14. Wanna roll w/ my cru and be a tru crip?
She: Ok.
So I commenced stalking them. They went into a house. I followed. The she-n00b had the audacity to ask who I was, and I informed her that I was her worst nightmare, Fenny Piper. Then I taunted them for a bit, insinuating that the male was not a Crip.
He: Hey, go back to bloods and crips.
She: Okay. *poof*
He: *poof*
I assumed this was in Rally, and wasted a good 5 minutes looking there. Eventually, I gave up and went back to Towns, only to see a topic titled "bloods and crips." Suddenly, it all made sense. I went to the topic and commenced stalking another couple out the far side of the screen
"Hey, you," I saw in a voice bubble when I arrived.
It was my ellusive Crip and his young lady! "Hello," said I. "I didn't expect to actually FIND you again..."
What followed was the traditional "Leave." "No." "LEAVE!" "Why?" exchange familiar to all Noobologists. I followed them across two more screens implying that the Crip was not a Crip. Finally...
He: Wait. Are you sayin I'm not a Crip?
Me: Yes. Yes I am. Because it's true. XD You are no more a Crip than I am a pirate.
He: *turns to the girl* bby I gtg cya. *poof*
Me: *starts walking away*
She: Wait.
Me: Moi?
She: *after a long pause* slut *hasty escape*
This insult-and-run technique facinates me...have any of my colleuges encountered it?
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My second excursion today was much shorter. A cyber topic was ready and waiting for my scientific purposes, and I quickly went to an adjacent screen and hid behind a house to wait for a couple. My patience was soon rewarded by a couple who made for a house. I went in as well.
He: Let's leave.
She: not yet
He: That freak is in here.
Me: Freak? Hahaha. The fact that I'm not a n00b doesn't mean I'm a freak.
He: ******** u.
Me: n00b.
He: ******** u.
Me: Is that all you can say, little boy?
At some point soon after that, he attempted to indimidate me like so:
Despite the fact that it failed to work, I found it interesting.
Me: You're not intitmidating me or anybody else, I would imagine.
He: ur little to.
Me: Yes. But I'm not a boy. So I'm not supposed to be.
He: ...how old r u?
Me: Why do you care?
He: how old r u?
Me: How old are YOU? 13? 14? 12?
She: Why u have to be so sob cure sob (note: It was something like that, the word cure was there)
Me: Don't you have to leave?
She: *leaves*
He: I'm 17.
Me: I'm not inclined to believe you.
*witty banter here*
He: ok i'm 16.
Me: I still sense lower...
*more witty banter*
He: I'm really 15.
Me: Twice you have changed your story...
He: I'm 15. Really. How old r u? You seem really old.
Me: It's just the wig. Or that I'm just literate.
He: How old are you?
I finally told him, feeling that I had dragged this out long enough.
Me: 19 next month. 1 month, 3 days.
He: ok now I can tell u the truth i'm 18.
Me: You are not.
And the n00b fled. Has anyone else had an experience like that with the n00b in its natural habitat?
Please, give me your thoughts.
