Linda King said:You have a long history of calling people on this forum liars, based solely on what I’ve witnessed in the chat. You accused NevermindMe of lying out of nowhere and harassed him by bringing it up post after post; you accused Kevin of lying about his degree because he misinterpreted an American idiom regarding "coding"; and you accused Arthur of lying about his background just because he uses a specific dialect that you constantly mocked.
I may have been wrong regarding Lily—I honestly don't know, she never actually denied it. As for the remaining two liars, it seems there's a real sense of solidarity among those dishonest little Doggy types.
As for NevermindMe, you actually witnessed him lying yourself once upon a time—but now you’ve conveniently forgotten that because it doesn't fit your current narrative of events.
Kevin is simply an idiot who struggles to string a coherent sentence together. And as for me not understanding an "American phrase"... I know plenty of people from the States who get genuinely offended when amateurs talk about "coding" like that.
Given the kind of remarks you've made and the way you communicate, I’m not sure how much room you even have left to play the wise-guy, calling someone a lying Doggy over whose death actually affected them. Your constant whining about being misunderstood, along with your bizarre concern for my mental state, is exhausting. It should be clear, even if only in hindsight, that this topic wasn't something to be joked about.
You’ve misunderstood me. I can't tell if it's due to personal issues or if you're just... fundamentally incapable of processing complex text.
I resent the fact that just as my impressions were finally aligning, you stepped in. While you aren't responsible for my reaction and didn't cause me to post her picture, I still hold it against you—along with every single detail I wrote about that cat's passing.
And I resent you for removing my white cat from my avatar.
You got exactly what you asked for.
If you want to treat me like a cat, fine—I'll treat you like one too.
You're acting exactly like that Black Shiptar; the moment someone gives you a taste of your own medicine, you start scurrying around like mice in the tall grass.
You're a lying Doggy because we supposedly buried the hatchet, only for you to break the truce yourself.