Bitchy contest

"Ehhh....they don't look that bad at all.... *shrugs*" Inner beauty matters as well. It doesn't matter if someone is ugly on the outside, if they have a beautiful mind, then it matters less. When I speak of attractiveness, I mean it in the sense of both beauty of physical attractiveness, and mental capacity. I wouldn't expect you to understand the subtle nuances. "One great example is in Disney's Beauty and the Beast, in which a prince was cursed to look terrible by an evil witch, but the witch depended on the fact that nobody likes ugly people." To be honest, he was secretly a hot guy. The point Disney made was, it's okay to be ugly, as long as your looks improve later in the relationship. "Speaking of inside, your "inside" is horrid--all your crazy insults without any proof, all your biased "arguments"" Let's go back to round 1 shall we.... "No specific information may be requested (or sought) by either party about the other party. Assumptions about the other party may be made from previous posts, or completely fabricated."-Lordgrae (Round 1) Someone obviously glanced at that for all of two seconds before trying to pull the wool over my eyes. "...even your personality is boring--a solid grey background?! Why, I have a colorful background, with the whole color spectrum on in! " You know, there is a gay joke to be had there (rainbow. Symbol of gay pride.), but I guess it would be hypocritical for me to be the one making jokes about people's sexuality. "One example could be tricking you to visit this website: http://v.gd...; You did that too much. It kinda took away the joke. Like someone who tells the same joke too many times. So, you remind me of you. "But those are so low-handy, I would never ever dare to do such thing! Posh all the way, that's my model. Your contest is defined as a "female dog", but I will do the opposite--being a king, at the top, mighty and unmoved by your poor peasant insults! Kings do not interfere with mere peasants, so shoo, shoo!" I am Lord Grae (Graseil X'Sor s'Linniae [ Grae the False King. False in this sense refers to being of proper bloodline, but not one who will retain the throne for a significant amount of time.])! I have died thrice and each time come back! I have crowned the Sor Linniae, Nothan! You are the peasant, one who shall be cast aside by the very people he thought extinct, and brought down by the Lord he though dead. I am the raiser of armies, the mover of pieces. I am the one powerful enough to join the Hero's guild! The Voice that shall destroy kingdoms belongs to me. And you think yourself a king? Fool. You are not worthy of the king's title. You cannot sit on a chair without getting a sore. I have felled kings before, and I shall do it again. You would get lost in my mind. It is a maze of stories within stories, worlds unknown, powers yet untapped. People who play games so complex that you cannot even begin to fathom the reason for any of their moves, or whether there is any rules whatsoever. I, Grae, am but a minor player, in a vast game. Would you be a King of this game, one who is necessary to keep alive? Perhaps a queen, a powerful player. Nay, I see you as a pawn, one who does not move of his own free will. I am neither a king or a queen, but I am surely not a pawn. This reminds me of the story of Laocoon for no apparent reason.A man who shouts his words into a crowd, and nobody cares or pays any heed. I would go into further detail, but I really don't think you would understand. Farewell, I sincerely hope that you sink even farther into the forgettable faces of the other peasants that I have faced, so that I may always not have to think about you, for you do not deserve the honor of getting lost in my mind.