[h2]Dirk Messir - [MISSION IMPOSSIBLES VIOLENTLY][/h2]
'Yeah chap,' he says, taking the gloves and putting them on his hands. He'd go to the chin, and he'd beat the cyclops, and I brought the crown BACK. But most of all, I'm... [i]I'm...[/i] I'M...

[i]A piece of crap who can't do anything right?[/i]

[i]You are not worthy Loser! You can't win Imbecile![/i]

[i]Do Not Listen To Them! You Have So Much Potential![/i]

[i]He's saying you're weak right now. And you'll only ever grow weaker.[/i]

'Guys, I need to climhazzard,' I replied, jamming the gloves into the wall, going up the wall, not going up the wall because who thinks spikes that get stabbed into the wall is a good idea? Why is that even a thing? Who designed the stupid gloves they aren't even the best there is no way for gloves to have gloving on the glove spikes.

Oh hey a rope. Dirk puts the glove spikes in pocket and grabs the rope, and now there's a need to know how the best rope clim ever does the climbing, it's super good on my Syntich, super good on ythe then how does.

Okay, so he got up to Smithy again, and his arms hurt, and he's really trying guys. He's super trying. 'Your rope is bad quality, and [i]you made it too long,[/i]' Dirk murmurs, trying to recover the energy in his arms so he didn't have an angery at the stealth moment. Besides, now he was to the top, which was where the Divine Purpose now says he needs to be. Hooray, good job.

'Okay. Let's find the things,' he says, now that his arms are better, and walks to one direction round the location. I'll find the, for sure.