So, I was thinking. You're allowed to do what ever you want, huh? Because why? Because your title. You both literally came at me and told me that I did not develop the patcher that I made, literally -all- by myself. Then you said, I will not apologize, I will recuse what I said. I will take it back, but I'm not sorry about it. You were wrong. You can't admit it. I thought I'd forgive you. But when I can't be on servuo as Enroq because it would hurt your ego because of an argument you have no idea about, and then you're so called leaders who tantrum like children when I out develop you, then there's something severely askew. I made that patcher in the basement of the most miserable place I've ever lived as I wrote on the walls with my own blood in hopes that some one else might know the agony. You literally came to me as a sniveling child and said, no you didn't. You couldn't have. But I did. Bitch.