30 May 2012
True poem about a cheater on opuss who I found out was using 36 accounts to cheat. Well done @Jatt
I had one thing on my mind today. Somone was getting found out; becoming my prey.
I stalked and I snuck around spying and looking for a clue. Looked through your profile to see who was following you.
Yes... It was me who found your dirty secret out. My mind was just so unsure and full of doubt.
How could you have become so good so quick? You appeared from no where you little dick!
As usual I was on the ball, heard my gut instinct screaming at me. It was screaming so loudly; you have to go see!
I found way to many accounts that pointed to one thing. Alarm bells in my head started to ring.
Your friends were all fake and your likes were just lies. Your 36 accounts each a different disguise.
You cheated us out of all our hard work. So I decided to take you down you lil' jerk.
I went to the boss with proof that you're cheating. And now you fuck head, you're thrown to us and you're in for a beating.
So not only did you want to be at the top at rank one. You spoiled it for yourself you stupid bum.
Cheating was really not cool. I had one mission tonight; to take down a fool.
How does it feel to be publically hung, drawn and quartered. The opussers are after you you're going to get slaughtered.
I started a war against the copy cats and pasters. We have no fucking room for you pathetic time wasters.
But to have cheated your way up to be the best. I have lots of time to sit and invest.
I'll watch and wait & I'll hunt you loosers down. iPuss just pounced and she broke your plastic crown.
Detect-iPuss!.... • Opuss № I