So this is what it feels like to be backstabbed..

Until a few minutes ago I was a member of an online RPG run by an "echidnoyle" (a gargoylish variation of Sega's echidnas, like Knuckles) named Sarah-Le. Until a few minutes ago I thought it was a pretty cool game.

Until a few minutes ago I didn't think Sarah was a self-centered, power-hungry, heartless bitch of a DM either. Amazing how one's world can change in a few minutes.

It started a week or two ago when Sarah asked us for our opinion on whether or not we should keep the outline that was set for the game. A few of us had decided that we didn't care much for it...next thing we know "all mighty" Sarah-Le was verbally tearing us into pieces for our opinions. If words hit harder than actions, she gave us the written equivalent of Hiroshima.

What pissed me off worst of all, though, was that she tried to put the blame for her sudden bitchiness on one person..a friend of mine, Serena. That just pushed me over the edge.

With any luck right now Sarah's reading my request for her lips to come in contact with a part of my dorsal regions that share the colors of the American flag. Sure, I'm likely to get banned from the game permanently for that stunt..

Personally I couldn't give any less of a damn.