"I'm a 21 year old supermodel/ Jedi Padawan. But my Sith Lightning is Master Level. Because reasons. Huehuehue."
"I own Tier 11 Beskar full-plate and 3 Lightsabers of exotic make. But I don't own a starship and can't eat food because I'm poor."
"I need a Master"
...*waits 2 weeks. Still has 0 posts. Hasn't joined a single open thread... "But, why will no one RP with me?"
"Hey guys. I just started a minor faction today. It allows anybody to join. For any reason. With no real goals in mind. But, I'm the leader, kay?"
"Your Jedi has only two choices. Either you dodge the grenade and fall into the lava. Or you dodge the lava and fall into my grenade. This is just how PvP works, kay. So can you please edit your post."
"I'm subbing new units to the Factory. Because the last 10,000 faction projects we subbed in the past three months are so, like, OLD. Am I right?"
"So we just became a Major Faction and people are already Invading us? OMG. This is so unfair. We don't want to
defend our territory? It's ours! We just want the planets and massive fleets, kay? Admins help us. Life's not fair."
*...Watches a new character profile get posted. It's a female character... "Hey gurl. We should RP." "Hey gurl. Let's skype." "Hey gurl. You should join the Sith with me." "Hey gurl. Like your species. Want to party?"
"My character is 10,000 years old. So... He clearly knows everything. Nothing surprises them and I get every cultural reference in the galaxy, ever. Been there bishes. Done that. Because immortality is so yesterday."
"I want to sub a new species to the Codex. It will be like Naruto. Like... A straight rip of Naruto. I'll title it, Oturan. Which is just Naruto spelled backwards. Oh! And it will have ninjas. Duh."
"What! That other Major Faction has just subbed Triple-Redundant Molecular Viscous Dubstep-Shielding? ...Well. I'm going to sub Quad-Redundant Quantum Plasmatic Hyper-Disco-Shielding!! ...F yeah!"
"Hey all. I'm the new FO of the Galactic Republic Faction. This will go great right!?"
*...Statistically... No... No it won't...
...
I could go on. I really, really could.
