Of BRPS, bombs, and nonexistent majors
BRPS has been on a roll of late, haven't they?

This starts with a lengthy -- and I do mean lengthy, it needed three posts -- rant by ehzoterik regarding one Smoke Bomb. It appears that Bomby-poo seems to feel that s/h/it is the ultimate authority on all things RP-related, and likes to sit in AIM chatrooms and make sure s/h/it tells everyone who comes along exactly how they suck and what they can and can't do (apparently quoting Star Wars is total RP anathema), usually in highfalutin' language.

So ehzoterik posts all this to BRPS and gets a really interesting side effect.

Smoke Bomb starts IMing anyone that commented negatively on the post to personally bash them.

The first chat log was posted to BRPS itself. (It's locked, you'll have to join the comm to see it.) Then wolfwanderess supplies one that resulted when Bomby-poo randomly IMed her to harass her for a comment she left on one of the BRPS entries.


Bomb: You can ask the same of me, I am 25.
WolfWonderess: Ah, well, if you don't care to degrade little kids, I'll put your fears at ease. I'm 22.
Bomb: Odd you know, from the contents of this conversation thus far I honestly see little signs in the way of intelligence. Every "point" you've tried to make has turned hypocritical and contradicted.
Bomb: Oh okay, miss 22. Let me just use conjecture for a moment, have you ever graduated high school?
WolfWonderess: You're right! I see no intelligence in this conversation, either. None coming from your end. Fun stuff. And I know I'm hypocritical. That's human nature for ya, eh?

Yup. And I'm getting my bachelor's degree this spring.
Bomb: You haven't, have you?
Bomb: Oh, okay. I already have mine, what is your major?
WolfWonderess: Good for you! My major is English.
Bomb: Your degree will be in "English"?
Bomb: Is this from the university of incorrectly proclaimed class titles?
WolfWonderess: Yup. And nah, it's from SDSU. But I don't have to defend myself against a random little troll with a chip on his shoulder.
Bomb: Honestly if you're going to try to lie (which in my opinion you are and obviously) do a little better at it.
WolfWonderess: Haha, is that the best you can come up with? Honestly?
Bomb: Sweetheart, everything you value here I consume you in, I promise you. Your labels mean nothing to me.
WolfWonderess: And I can assure you that yours mean nothing to me, so I guess we're even, eh?
Bomb: The best I can do? No, but I don't see the need to use more than a tiny bit of effort when dealing with tiny people.
WolfWonderess: And yet again, I'm glad we're on the same page.
Bomb: Right right I mean nothing to you, just enough to comment about behind my back and then follow up with a 30 minute consistant volley of replies in IM's.
Bomb: Yeah we're on the same page alright, the page left after you were smacked in the head with your "english" book.
WolfWonderess: Hey, if you've forgotten...you IMed me first, good sir. And I didn't even know you. All I know is that you seem rather...sad.

Oh really? And why do you say that? As far as I can see, I have displayed good grammar and spelling and punctuation, so...*shrug*
Bomb: By the way when you graduate with a BA in that major, at least use the word "literature" and not "English". This isn't the 6th grade.
WolfWonderess: At my university, it is called an English major.


Yes. Apparently, the "English" major does not exist. Sorry for all of you who graduated in English. Go stand with the bisexuals now.


ETA: Edited to put in the first chat log link, 'cause I'm a doofus and forgot you can link to open-membership community posts even if they're locked. Durrr.