LOL! You really need to grow up, kid. Playing with blackguns, drinking some beer and bragging it up with your pals means dick.
From your immature responses and emotional diatribes, if you ever had the cajones to go into combat you’d last about five minutes before running away screaming or getting your fool head blown off.
Go away, junior. I’ll let you know when we need you.
Mom let you on the computer again, did she?
Those are mighty bold words coming from a boy who proudly boasts his heritage of blowing bagpipes and wearing plaid skirts.