Xzelion
From Trollpedia
- Sly, calm, and funny when not angered.
- When angered, true colors show.
- Screeches insults a anyone who disagrees with him and blocks them on made-up charges.
- Once bragged to his friends about vandalizing Mariowiki (possible way to get him blocked?)
- On his page, there is a list of the good things people say about him, and the bad. There are eight good and sixteen bad. :O
Victims
Max2
He drove Max2 to do these things.
If you delete this without reading it, that proves that you really are immature. + Sorry to disturb your ROYAL FREAKING HIGHNESS, but this is to inform you that the alliance + between "me" and "you" is now officially dissolved. + In all the comics we appear, the authors have been instructed to put us apart. You are no longer + included in my comic at all, as well. + Also, "our" L33t Town house is now "your" house, as I "moved out after a dispute with Max and am now + living in a house on the outskirts of L33t Town with my dad". Finally, all matter pertaining to you + has been erased from my page, from your "tattle" to our passport. + + Sheesh. When you first came here, I knew you were really, really unstable. I just... liked you. + Guess that's my greatest fault. And when I tried to help you, you go and plaster yourself all + over me. And then, to take the cake, I somehow become your "best friend" and indavertently help you out + of a bazillion awkward pridicaments. Plus, I knew that if I didn't help you, or tried + to back out of this "friendship" I was hijacked into, I'd be flamed by you, yourself and J00. + So I was in a pickle with you from the very beginning, and decided to play along. + + And guess what? Somwhere along the line, it became a real friendship. I really DID like you. + But then you have to go and ruin it all by getting mad for apparently no reason, getting blocked, + insulting me behind my back, and generally ticking off all your friends except the ones who + don't yet know the true you. + + YOU, my friend, are a mess. The sooner you confront life's problems, the happier you shall be. + You can't get through life by making a "friend", making him tackle life's problems for you, + and the butter him up like you did me. LIFE, real LIFE, requires a mature outlook and + a want to FACE FACTS. And that, my dear Max, or whatever-your-real-name-is, you lack. + + Finally, nobody around here TRIES to tick you off. YOU, quite literally, tick yourself off. + Usually, when someone "insults" you, it's just rather harsh constructive critiscisim (YES, constructive critiscisim IS different from flaming.). + But you, instead, duck facts and call it an insult, then get into a flame war and get blocked, then I have to bail + you out. YOu may not think this is true, but sadly, it is. But it's not happening any more. + Half the people who "insulted" you have NO IDEA WHAT THEY DID. Xzelion, Glowsquid, + and all the other users are great guys. But your personality does not go well with all of us here. You + can't expect everything to be ALL ABOUT ME, ME, ME every day. You swallow things, + laugh at the insult with everyone else, take it to heart, and keep on rolling. When you're a minority, like I am, + you learn to swallow your pride. Square pegs do not go in round holes, but with a bit of whittling, + they can fit. But with the "whittling" comes pain. And that you refuse to face. + + I hope this little mesage jolted you awake. + The reason people may think you're a jerk/immature kid/little emo is because you ARE. + And now, you don't have many friends to back you up. Hope you can still make it through life. + Every time I see a Tumble sprite, I'll think of you... and what a little jerkbag emo you + turned out to be. I'm resigning here, asking Plumber to block me, and heading back to Userpedia and MWiki. May our + paths never cross again. + + I really, really hope you've learned something from this. My lesson was never to trust kids you KNOW + are too immature to trust. I'll bet you immediately delete this. If you do, that just confirms how immature you are. + + 3D, HAVE A NICE DAY.
