I am now fully convinced that even the orks from warhammer 40,000 universe would tell her that “Yer scribblingz suckz ya emo git, learn to proofy readz ur bitz and notz talkz likez an idiotz.”
Now that I have read this story I now feel compassion for paper.Why? Because that same paper used to write this atrocity could have been crumpled and thrown into the garbage.
Now that I have watched this story, I feel compassion for paper.Why?
Because that same paper used to write this atrocity could have been
crumpled and thrown into the garbage.
I hate how she sort of got the ending to the series right.
Was…was this written on a phone with really bad predictive text? One of those old phones with no more than six words on the screen?
Ladies and gentlemen, we have been trolled on epic level.
This a trollfic, the author is Todd Gillisoie, this was a succesfull experimrnt in trolling.
This is the work of evil, I remember vaguely that it was horrendously hedonistic, immature, bad spelled, shitty story, random weird shit, along with way to much exposition on gothic clothes/accessories & emo shit (the shit that emo’s wish they would do, slit wrists regularly), shitty bands and alot of sex.
I fucking lost it when Vivaldi started playing around the 20 minute mark. Just, the sheer intensity of Summer’s third movement being played under Sage’s straight-faced reading of this horrendous text… it’s too much. I could barely breathe from laughing.