I do not like this Brother Vance, I do not like the uneven chance. I do not like these games of thorns, or felwinters lie and gjallarhorns. I do not like warlock's self revive, or golden guns we try to survive. I do not like the men who brag, who thorn you down and then t-bag. Variety is all I want, and nothing more, to use my scout rifle and still outscore. I do not like this Brother Vance, I do not like this circumstance. [spoiler]inspired by the noobs who rush you with thorn and shotguns, alongside "Green Eggs and Ham," by Dr. Seuss. [/spoiler]