Pavillion.

Recently, I visited pavillion to play DotA with the people in Singapore. I then realised that my skill was just lesser than a drop of water in the pacific ocean. So many thoughts were rushing through my mind when I played the game, thinking of what to buy, where will the enemy pop out from, etc etc. I don't memorise what items to buy, but instead, in the game I just ask around, what to buy and etc. I don't fucking beg my teamates to buy items for me or donate me money. I fucking earn the money myself by killing those motherfucking creeps from the opposing team.

Today, I went to pavillion with Kingston to play with other people in that area. It's like, people go there just to play DotA, or counter strike. First match, I got pawned like a mad little fuck. Second match I teamed with him, most of my kills were either ksed by the sentinel or by Mr Kingston Khoo, or the Ks man. It applied yesterday too. I played with Ming Han's brother, I could fucking kill him and when he got killed, the program screen wrote "The Sentinel has pawned Travex's head for an additonal 100+ gold." Imagine my horror, that the damage I slowly accumulated while hitting him had gone to some motherfucking program that FUCKING KSED MY PREY. Yes, it was still a scourge kill, BUT THE MONEY DOES NOT BELONG TO ME. Then during my last match, I kept harassing two heroes, which I soloed them. They then gangbanged me, thanks to the sniper who decided that my head would be his lunch. I had turned into their feed, thanks to the other teamates who decided to farm, and leave me, the only defender, alone. It was all thanks to me, that you managed to farm in peace, cause their teamates wished to get rid of me so they could farm in peace. They also reprimanded me, saying I was feeding them. What-the-fuck? If you harassed them with me in the first place, do you think we would become feed? NO YOU MOTHERFUCKER. You decided to continue farming, and told me to farm as well. Yes, I farmed. Then this motherfucking Leviathan aka tidehunter decided my monstrous balls for lunch, he harassed me. But me, being a no pushover, decided to fight back, and pawned his tiny balls which isn't big enough to satisfy me. His health was low, yet he kept pursuing me. Greed isn't good, you know? (Read this Kingston)

Then, I returned home for a nice little match of DotA with my cousin. In the beginning, I was pawning his sorry ass, then he pawned mine. He said I improved, but lacked the basics. Alright, I learn. So I can kill you. Uh, no. Pawn you I mean. =)

I know you pricks are tired of my DotA ranting, so maybe I'll spare you people from my DotA ranting tomorrow. I'll blog about my england tuition teacher, show you dicks how pervertichumorous he is. If I know how to post sound clips on my blog, I will show you. That's all for today, and remember. Support the authentic Masked Rider, which is me.