Sure Blablurn I'll help you out! I love helping just as much as I love invading
There's no greater gaming feeling than wiping a party of three single-handedly
I feel an indescribable (with my English) rush and adrenaline when I invade someone's world
There is no hunting like the hunting of man, and those who have hunted armed men long enough and liked it, never care for anything else thereafter.
I mean, listen Zazo, one does not hunt/invade in order to kill; on the contrary, one kills in order to have hunted...If one were to present the invader/sportsman with the death of the host as a gift he would refuse it (hate it when they fall off a cliff or die from a mob). What he is after is having to win it, to conquer the surly brute through his own effort and skill with all the extras that this carries with it: the immersion in the countryside, the healthfulness of the exercise, the distraction from his cursed existence