Continuing our glorious battle from this thread comment...
Having just realized in the last few days what being a pusher was, as we congratulated our lady belladonna on that occasion most auspicious, I too yearn with unbridled passion for that status as well. Your own idle attitude towards advancement belies your laggard's nature. Lighting a fire under you was not intended as an act of encouragment! Nay, 'twas intended as immolation must foul.
Yes, I showed up and changed your world. This appears to have come to a shock to you, as I caught your pitiful tribe by surprise. You now try to rally your wretched folk in some pitiable defense against the coming onslaught. This is not news to me, though. My introduction and presence has that sort of affect on flora and fauna alike. Athansonia is not the first, nor will it be the last to succumb to my irresistable charm. Force! I mean force! Irreststable force. This latest conquest will shine as yet another trophy on my mantle. I refer you to the battle of Staigue Fort: http://web.mac.com/bigjohnv/Ireland/Ireland/pages/page_172.html.
You may rape all the cattle you feel necessary, though I don't quite understand your village's customs. If you plan to spoil the land before I purge you of it, that's to be expected. Please just make sure the cattle are of a suitable age, and parental consent, though not required, is at least requested.
My own 6-foot-1, 240 pound frame appears well matched against yours. Our battle will surely fell many misguided warriors fighting in your defense. Those poor souls indeed will spend eternity in Hel, while I watch from on high, having left you far, far behind as I reflect on this trifling conquest. You may seek entrance to Valhalla, but since I've already taken over the place, I'm closing its doors to you and yours. The Valkryie and I have an...arrangement, which includes visitation and 15 football games per year.
In the meantime, as I prep for battle and unleash volley after volley, you'll find yourself gradually losing ground. For your advancement at this stage is one of logrithmic increase; I jump leaps and bounds with ease, leaving more and more junkies behind in my advance, while you struggle and struggle to crawl just one more position.
Overtake you? Inevitable.
Win? A foregone conclusion.
Sharpen your blade, sir. The battle commences.
Gutter Sistren whipping boy, innoventor of words, Life Coach to the Damned.