"All you motherf*ckers, scram, I'll be enough to take him down."
Not Gray Wolf drove the undead ahead as he swore at the players around. The guy never had fine virtues, nor did he know how to respect others, so he was not the most popular person anywhere he went.
"F*ck, why is a country-betrayer trying to act all big?"
"What a c*nt, all puffed up. Who did you think you are?"
Before Not Gray Wolf even engaged in battle with Brother Windcloud Nine, he became the target of hostility among the Southern Continent players. It was only a game so who was to say who was lowly or high and mighty? They would not accept Not Gray Wolf looking down his nose at them.
"Whoever's in my way, will motherf*cking die!"
Not Gray Wolf seemed to be playing the wrong class. This guy should be playing a main tank as he had a naturally taunting face that pulled aggro no matter where he went.
"Go, kill that puppy!"
"F*ck that, kill him!"
