Thoughts From Cheater_1
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Thank you.
I think it's safe to say Mr.Cheater has lost his cool.
cheater1, You seem to have a perverted sense of pride in cheating others. After admitting that you are a cheat, you are still working hard at it: your grand plan to cheat at OTB games.
I have a horrible confession to make, I've been cheating at tic-tac-to for about fiftenn years now....
lol.
Okay. So all you care about is winning huh? maybe we should step outside and see if you could win a fistfight tough guy....
depthshaman wrote:
I have a horrible confession to make, I've been cheating at tic-tac-to for about fiftenn years now....
lol.
Okay. So all you care about is winning huh? maybe we should step outside and see if you could win a fistfight tough guy....
Last I checked Chessmaster doesn't work in fistfights, so I wouldn't count on it.
Nov 30, 2007
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For Cheater 1:
Fisrt of all you are starting to be repetitive, i had a nice time reading your first posts, but know you just go around and around and around the same theme.Second....get a life
Cant you post a another fabulous story? I will stop reading your comment's if you don't give me a nice read soon... You could create a novel with them you know? Make a book like similar to Kiss-kiss!
Here here, Redwall! I second that! We desire more entertaining and crazee ravings.
Nov 30, 2007
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Well, as I have detailed the years 1995 to the present, I can add no more entertaining ravings without becoming repetetive. I refuse to make anything up to be entertaining. I'll add no more to this thread unless someone posts something that I must address or clarify. Otherwise, I'll explore the other discussion topics and correct anything that needs correcting. Thanks to everyone for listening to my story and responding. Maybe I'll start a blog on this site or something.
IndridCold wrote: depthshaman wrote:
I have a horrible confession to make, I've been cheating at tic-tac-to for about fiftenn years now....
lol.
Okay. So all you care about is winning huh? maybe we should step outside and see if you could win a fistfight tough guy....
Last I checked Chessmaster doesn't work in fistfights, so I wouldn't count on it.
Anyway I already tried that approach so you're either plagiarist or belatedly synchronicitous, depending on whether you read my previous comments or not. 
StacyBearden wrote: Here here, Redwall! I second that! We desire more entertaining and crazee ravings.
Hmmm... maybe you ought to go back and re-read the whole thing again, to see if it doesn't grow on you. Perhaps it will improve with age....
Like cheese? That's a good comparison with this topic.
Sorry to say, cheater_1, but you been nothing but made up and repetitive. Even if all your exploits truly occured, your glory is imaginary. As for the repetition, your life hasn't gone anywhere since your began this cheating crusade. I'm sure you've played many games, but as far as I'm concerned, you just played the same one over and over again. You haven't developed at all. No amount of computer programs or videogames could ever serve as a crutch to support the weight of a wasted life. Personally, I get more joy from losing a chess game and learning than from defeating an opponent that never stood a chance. I pity you. Best of luck as you live the life you have created
Pride goeth before a fall and big egos are just made to be punctured, so if I've succeeded in getting Cheater's goat then my work here is done. Ineffectual rage is like a form of mental handicap that gradually grows on a person, eventually transforming them if left unchecked into a total hapless raving lunatic quite incapable of coherent thought; let alone concentrating on a crucial chess game when the chips are down. Unless you're used to getting by in life without your temper as am I, you'll never be able to handle losing it but are sure to lose your precious cool as well, and make a huge fool of yourself into the bargain. So yeah, if only I hadn't gone and gambled myself FLAT BROKE already thanks to my sure-fire winning system for Roulette that I was so CONVINCED couldn't possibly fail since I worked it out myself and tested it successfully at some length against various Roulette simulations beforehand, I'd be more than pleased to accept your irresistible challenge to treat you to the coveted overdose of personal humiliation you've been hungering for, which ought to be a piece of cake for a guy like me because I know something you obviously don't, which is that the true LOSER is he who gets lost in the role he's playing. So in your present dismal condition of hopelessly overinflated ego I don't believe you could handle it even if you had a winning advantage against me over the board - I doubt you'd even be able to see straight, you'd be sweating bullets and your hands would be trembling so badly that you'd be knocking pieces over with every move, so I just know I could count on you to blow it completely for yourself and make your own worst fears come true by swindling yourself and blundering the game away, simply because you let it matter too much to you. You'd just be such easy prey for my unnerving gaze and my Jedi-like psychological powers, not to mention my deadly and unstoppable Trojan Gambit, which you'll never be prepared for if you haven't bothered to study my book, that I wouldn't even have to exert myself, or bother undergoing any strenuous mental computations. You see, you can't make a guy lose his cool if he hasn't got any to begin with. So yeah, I'd be more than happy to take you up on your magnanimous offer just for the fun of showing you up in front of everyone for having less honest-to-goodness OTB chess expertise then you'd like to give youself credit for, if only I could still afford to travel - but unfortunately for me, my financial prospects are so bleak it looks like the next stop on MY itinerary is going to be the freaking cemetery. Soooo, since you're so concerned with getting ahead in life the underhanded way, how about I make you an alternate proposal? Why don't you just SEND me that five grand that you can so easily afford, and maybe in return I can be coerced into throwing the match just to help make you look good and feel better about yourself, kiss your comically humongous bloated ego, and say nothing but NICE things about you from then on? Scout's honor! My ego I am honestly NOT that attached to, and would be cheerfully prepared to sacrifice at the drop of a hat in a worthy cause; such as for instance, the sake of survival... or leastways a sporting chance to malinger longer here in this land of seemingly pointless unfolding history. Although if even God knows why, it would certainly come as a major shock to me! 
That's incredible. But would you blow that 5K on roulette? Would you use it to develop the Jedi Gambit? lol
StacyBearden wrote: That's incredible. But would you blow that 5K on roulette? Would you use it to develop the Jedi Gambit? lol
I would squander it on riotous living, naturally! And THEN croak it... having at least added somewhat to my pointless and unmemorable history. But can you imagine what a miraculous transformation of character might be wrought in poor old Cheater if only he tried sampling the milk of human kindness just once (like Scrooge in the musical version of the old Christmas classic), by being so uncharacteristically philanthropical? It might open his eyes to a different, more genuine brand of self-esteem he had formerly overlooked, and then he could go around feeling good about himself in a whole new and better way!
I'm looking over a four-leaf clover, that I overlooked before...
"sampling the milk of human kindness"
LOL
You're perfectly right, of course. If I ever got a cheque in the mail from a guy like that, I'd be picking my eyeballs up off the floor. Forgive me for stooping so low... (oh, how the mighty have fallen).
Hello everyone, and welcome to the mutual lack of respect society! That's where every creepy poltroon and his stupid temper is just a big joke to every other creepy poltroon and his stupid temper, and it's just comical to watch him lose it - at least until he's right there in your face with his fist!! Come on now, chess is NOTHING to get upset about. Why, I grew up considering, however erroneously, chess to be one of life's best offerings... no, it is LIFE ITSELF that gets me mad (because God and Satan are partners in crime, and would appear to be perpetrating the ultimate unspeakable crime imaginable on countless multitudes of souls by making them live in this Creation; but are in fact merely two faces of one and the same being... and since God is the one and only being who has ever existed it only stands to reason that every other face that has ever existed belongs to Him too, and is in fact His incarnation - and so it is really only HIMSELF that he is tormenting through us and all of the hapless lower species that we see around us, which would make Him the ultimate sado-masochist if you ask me because a tree is known by its fruits and if Creation is the fruit of God then all I can say is that if God really is made out of love then He certainly has a mysterious way of showing it and I wish He would just stop tormenting Himself already because naturally it makes me mad to think that even HE can't be cured even despite all MY best efforts, which naturally qualifies me as a mad man which He was obviously just totally wasting His unlimited time by creating in His own image in the first place and now appears to have nothing better to do than torment and humiliate [and if anyone wants to argue about the existence of God, perhaps I'll explain in detail in a future post exactly how man can use SCIENCE to prove it!]), so naturally I go around looking for excuses to take it all out on hapless creepy poltroons like you for instance, and chess is merely one of the tools of the trade I use for getting the job done. But like I explained before, up close and personal nothing works better than a punch in the face. Chess is better suited for inflicting humiliation long distance, against a wider audience of adversaries you wish to establish dominance over but never expect to meet in person for obvious practical reasons like inconvenience for instance. So if you wish to meet me in person we can just skip the chess and go straight to the fisticuffs. On the other hand if you really want to try to prove what a slow-thinking hotshot you are at an honest chess game then make your move already you creepy poltroon, I'm all brain. And I'll know it right off the bat if you're trying to cheat, too, because computers always make the best moves. And so do I, so that's how I know how to tell the difference between good moves like the ones computers make and bad moves like the ones you'll naturally be making when you try to rely solely on your own cheating brain.
You know, I have a pet theory that grouchy old creepy poltroons who go through life spluttering and fuming over nonsense tend to get reincarnated as stupid yappy mutts who get to spend their whole lives chained up in the back yard trying to express their ineffectual rage at every passer-by who is safely out of reach by means of inarticulate barking all day long. So if you're finding it hard to stay humble these days, just take a good look around you at all the other nice folks in their motorized wheelchairs and then look down at the bugs you're crushing underfoot as you tromp your merry way through life and remind yourself that there but for the grace of God go you. And if you want to find out how important chess really is, just ask anyone who is starving to death! I'm sure they'll tell you. Yeah, you got it, brother! Food comes first, THEN chess. As for me, I had the whole day today scrounging for ten buck's worth of empties along a lonesome stretch of highway on a frosty winter's day to think about all this shit. So that accounts for my rotten mood, what's your excuse you gilded lily-livered creepy poltroon? And don't anybody go telling me I'm wearing out my favorite epithet either, because I'm hoping it will catch on.
And now to grace you all once again with a musical number, which is sure to brighten your mood. 
Hi everyone, it's little old me and I'm kinda shy so I wrote a little song for the sun up in the sky to sing, and it goes like so:
Gimme all your loving, gimme all your loving, gimme all your loving everyone.
And if I don't get it, you'll all regret it, because I am your only sun.
Besides which, I've got you all outnumbered, 1 to 5 billion.
In the war of love you just can't win because it's been tried before and we all know how THAT turned out, so just take your lumps and succumb to love already like the silly chumps you are!
