One dreary day in the American suburbia, a small lad, bastardized by his kin and meek in appearance decided to use the modern equilivent of the grand Roman Forums of antiquity. After searching through the archives of academia lore, he discovered (via the grotesque wrong-doings of the ribald) the concept of schadenfreude, or pain at another man’s expense, albeit mental expense. March foward a year to his nearing adolescent years, and with the use of a clever banner of humor displayed in an encyclopedia dedicated to schadenfreude, he discovered a virtual game in which heroic yet narcesstic men and women fought against the idiocy of the modern age. Said boy quickly joined, this game of “Warz”, and enrolled as a saddened man, biblical in name, whom defeated the hypocrisy and stupidity of the virtual enemies by being so absurdly bleak that the ego of all men who he clashed wits with would drain and wither to naught. Throughout this biblical hero’s campaign, he felt highs and lows of battle, with epic victories and epic failures lining the path to Valhalla. Yet, nearing his goal, he had a sudden, crushing realization; he would have prefered to made his warpath under the guise of a perverted phalanx, attacking his foes with the foulest of trickery and deceit, yet having near invunerablity. But alas, to switch would require the currency of this realm of War, and for reasons unknown to this author, the lad had none of. But after discovering a small pocket of the forum, WITHIN the forum, he discovered a realm where men and women of heart of chasity could donate the currency to those in need, be it out of the sancity of their hearts or pure apathetic boredom. So now the lad, hat concealed behind his back, pleads with the forum to donate a parcel of their currency so that he may follow his warpath a second time, but now as the Foul-Phalanx archtype known as the Troll.

In Laymen’s Terms, can I have 3 BP? Please?