Dear titan's I understand you like to punch things, wear big armour, smash the ground and love to pick on the little guys. however, with out my dashing cloak, invisibility and rifle inhand, you'd understand there's more to life then dragging your knuckles and staring at the ground. Everynow and again I let you die so you can see what your missing and maybe 'partly' for fun, but you blame it on something called 'lag' this is unknown to me, I hope you really learn to stop bullying yourself around. Sincerely, The scope glare in the distance.