What the ♥♥♥♥ did you just ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ say about me, you little hollow?
I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Blades of Darkmoon, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Kaathe's Darkwraiths, and I have over 300 confirmed kills.
I am trained in high level miracles and I’m the top player in the entire US roster.
You are nothing to me but just another prey.
I will wipe you the ♥♥♥♥ out with Wrath of the Gods the likes of which has never been seen before in Lordran, mark my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ words.
You think you can get away with saying that ♥♥♥♥ to me over the soapstone?
Think again, ♥♥♥♥♥♥.
As we speak I am contacting my secret network of Princess Guards across the game and your username is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, damn fool.
The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your humanity.
You’re ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ dead, kid.
I can be anywhere, anytime, and Dark Souls can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with silver knights.
Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed parries, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Warriors of Sunlight and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of Anor Londo, you little ♥♥♥♥.
If only you could have known what unjolly co-operation your little 'victory' song was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ tongue.
But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥♥.
I will ♥♥♥♥ lightning all over you and you will drown in it.

YOU ARE DEAD.