Okay, sure. What you say is probably correct. Woop-dee-doo. Your excellent debating skills have won the day. My favorite part was the bit where you called me naive and ignorant. No wait, my favorite part was the bit where you take a question and turn it into a horrible plan to poison the discussion. You started the argument, you motherfucker. What did I do? What the fuck did I do this time?

I'm going to log out now. I'm going to log out, and then I'm going to go to bed. After I go to bed, I'm going to go to sleep. When I wake up, I'm going to have breakfast, shower, brush my teeth, and check Hubski again. There will be, I assume, some brilliant response waiting for me in my inbox that will reveal all of life's greatest truths. One of these truths is that I can't talk to people on here. I can't succeed in talking to people on this website. I'm going to post that game I wanted to run on here, but I'm going to avoid talking about anything else. I'm tired of being picked apart, I'm tired of being insulted, I'm tired of defending myself. If the game falls through, too, I'm going back to being a lurker. I'm sick of this.