So I'm really good at tearing people down. Making them feel ashamed of what they are. Making them self-conscious. Making them hate themselves. I use my understanding of their pain, turmoil and self-doubt to make everything worse. I've done it all my life, I guess, and enjoyed it way too often. But now, after realizing there are people without insidious ulterior motives, who just want to do what they like, I've developed this itching in my mind. How many times have I torn down people who didn't deserve it? Can I ever undo what damage I have done?
How do you be a good person? What is the best way to start? Is it weakness, is it idiocy, to show empathy to others?
"Just because you're trash doesn't mean you can't do great things. Remember: It's Garbage CAN, not Garbage CANNOT."
So, I discovered a really neat drinking game for everyone to play! The rules are, everyone takes a drink everytime Viani shitposts about things she regrets! Won't that be fun? I'll start.
does that... has that actually happened to you? the catfish thing
Only once, but it actually happens to a lot of girls because Tinder trolling is so easy. Other girls who upload more pictures or have more popularity have it worse, and usually if they change their options they end up finding "themselves" all the time looking for cybersex or troll meetups.
"She has fallen to the second page." whispered the old man, worriedly running to the gates and peering past them into the night. The hooded figure on the other side of the gates opened the gate slowly, and closed it behind him, pulling a pipe from his long sleeves. "The creature has fallen asleep." The old man whispered in panic. The new arrival rustled with his beard, trying to seperate sinews of hair so he could wedge his smoking pipe against his lips without singing the grays along his lips. "It seems you are right. How long, do you think this Viani creature will wait to unleash more evil, Braus?"
Braus tapped his foot on the ground, and pointed at the moon. "I don't know, I've never had to KEEP WATCH over such a thing. Maybe when the gibbous shows?" The man with the pipe studied Braus. "You know she wouldn't just willingly sink to the other page, unless she had a reason. And she doesn't post by the night."
"Then why ask me that Chander? You are acting like you know more about this than I do. You saying the full moon last night has nothing to do with her disappearance and lack of activity?" There was a screech in the dark the moment his lips uttered the last word, and a great harrow of birds ran from the woods. The mountains in the distance seemed to shudder, letting loose rocks that showed themselves reflecting off the moons light. The rivers seemed to stop, and the creaking of the trees silenced for a mere moment, as if they flinched at the horrible noise.
"No, my friend, there was a penumbral eclipse last night." He sighed, as the night-covered landscape began to deteriorate around them, trees slowly curling to the ground dead and re-erecting as soggy, flaccid dicks supported by iron spears. She was readying herself for another approach. "Our conversation! It's...not making any sense! It's just vague suspense being built upon nothing!" Braus laughed. "Yes, even the vignette we are in is breakinDICKS apart as the shitpost begins to commence."
"Shitpost!?" somebody said. "Story Structure rrackming, spelling cehcker seeminglyu unworking, garbled nonsense taking form and OH GOD BRAUS, THERES LETTERS APPEARING HORRID LETTERS FROM BYEONDGF OUR WORLD, WORDS THat DO NOTBELONG------it mades derin sense to them all why tihs shit was so poinbtless-------THEY WERE ALREADY IN A SHITPOST
WOOOO~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Wow, that was fucking gay. Your writing professor's going to be pissed/"
"Yeah. I know. I shouldn't be writing in script format either but, hey, yolo."
"This isn't script format either you cunt, you're just listing unattributed dialogue one after the other."
"k."
"k."
"see now that's cancer."
"now you're making them thing that I said that, fucking stop."
"that."
"that."
"Oh for fucks sake."
NOT VIANI: "There, can't fool me now."
"Now you're confusing them more, you're Viani still."
NOT VIANI: " IHAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT."
"Okay that's not funny."
VIANI: "Fine. Just hit submit and get this shit over with. I got my writing mojo back so lets get back to writing real shit and not shitposting on a forum we rarely frequent. Fuck out of here. Go. Leave. Desist. Bye. Felicia. Fuleesha......[.... intensifies] ............... ................"
"What's wrong Viani?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you have VGV open, and you're ready to make another MPIUM post so..."
"Nothings wrong matey-o"
"Nothing except that phrase. Fuck that's gross!"
"Okay, my bad. So yeah, basically the thing that's been bothering me, was I learned the difference between Liberals and Conservatives the other day."
"Oh lord. You weren't supposed to do that."
"I know right? For the longest time I was warned not to get involved, and enjoy my political virginity....and now, I looked up the difference between them both, and now, I feel gross, because I discovered the worst qualities of both...and the worst members are FUCKING EVERYWHERE!!"
"That's it?"
"NO! IM STARTING TO SEE THINGS AS LIBERAL, AND CONSERVATIVE. ITS SO GROSS, ITS LIKE MY B&W THINKING GOT PAINTED RED AND BLUE, BUT SOMEBODY ELSE'S POLITICOVISION GOT THROWN IN. Like, I saw something about donating to save abandoned animals in shelters, buying them food and supplies and stuff and instantly though LIBERAL SCUM. I saw a church on my way home and instantly though CONSERVATIVE SCUM. Saw some Protein Pucks at the gas station. LIBERAL SCUM. Somebody complaining about the government taxing businesses too much. CONSERVATIVE SCUM. Rednecks. CONSERVATIVE SCUM. Rich white men. CONSERVATIVE SCUM. People who work in carpentry and watch keeping up with the kardashians. CONSERVATIVE SCUM. People who don't eat meat. LIBERAL SCUM. Decaf coffee drinkers. LIBERAL SCUM. Hybrid drivers. LIBERAL SCUM. Maybe I shouldn't throw this plastic on the ground, because sea turt----LIBERAL SCUM. FUCK!"
"Oh no Viani...you're a Liberal aren't you?"
"SHUT UP! I'M NOT A LIBERAL, OR A CONSERVATIVE."
"Do you know the difference between Republicans and Democrats yet?"
"NO! AND I REFUSE TO."
"Good, because it will get worse if you do."
"I wish I could UNLEARN the Liberal and Conservative stuff. Like, thats fucking dumb that everything can be split between LIBERAL NONSENSE and CONSERVATIVE NONSENSE."
"Like everything you don't like is CONSERVATIVE NONSENSE?"
"Fuck you, and no. I ain't learning any more things about these two tribes. They can fuck off. LIBERALS TOO. "
"CONSERVATIVES ARE RED, LIBERALS ARE BLUE, OH YOU POOR GIRL, WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU?"
Nonetheless, within groups of users of English, certain usages are considered unduly elaborate adherences to "formal" rules.
Such speech or writing is sometimes called hyperurbanism, defined by Kingsley Amis as an "indulged desire to be posher than posh".
For example "I am going to fuck you in the ass." vs. "I will fuck you, in your ass."
"Yes, this place does go too fast.
Hopefully Tnoph calms down a bit, but she's not the only problem with that.
It's slower during the day, where you can pretty easily clear the new posts. Then it heats up at night."
LETS PLAY: GUESS WHERE VIANI HIT THE CHARACTER LIMIT TOO EARLY
>When somebody is trying to point out the continuity errors in cartoons I love
"BUT WHERE DID UNCLE IROH ACQUIRE THAT ROYAL PRINCE CROWN FROM? ROKU LEFT THAT ON THE GROUND WHEN THE VOLCANO COMPLETELY DESTROYED HIS ISLAND, SO UNLESS SOMEBODY DUG IT U-"
𝓐𝓼𝓴 𝓜𝓮 𝓐𝓷𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰
"Are you just googling shit and hitting the "copy image address" button, and hotlinking directly from sites??"
тωσ ѕє¢яєтѕ тσ ѕυ¢¢єѕѕ єνєяуσиє ѕнσυℓ∂ υѕє
boing.
"HAR HAR I GET IT BECAUSE SHE HAS DE TIDDIES"
-Muhammad Gandhi
"WOMEN, SHOULD NOT USE, THEIR BREASTS, TO GARNER POPULARITY. IT IS UNFAIR TO MEN WHO WISH TO COMPETE FOR THE SAME RESOURCES!"
Yo nigga if dat resource be attention all yall need is talent
#FAKE AS FUCK, 0 IVS IN NATURAL BEAUTY, 252 EVS in 2000's ERA CAPITALISM DRIVEN SEX APPEAL
[Kim K ain't shit but a ho and a trick, STUPID GEN WUNNERS, Just mad that Kim K doesn't have 145's in their SP. ATK, get sweeped 6 to 0 by my Kylie Jenner™ Sweep Kit, Fuck Bois]
US GUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURLS NEED MAEK UP AND PUSHUP BRAS (Preferrably Vasarrette, as Victoria's Secret has exclusive customized sizes meant only to measure Victoria's Secret bras, as they do not use imperial forms of measurement)
Nigga yo wrong
"NOBODY CARES UNLESS YOU'RE PRETTY OR DYING" for example, EVERYTHING from PRETTY LITTLE LIARS wouldn't matter if the girls were CHUBBY and MINORITIES
---------hey bro it's in the media's title, pretty little liars, DAS DA FUCKING POINT M8
NAH, ONLY PRETTY GIRLS SUCCEED, TAKE PARAMORE and HALESTORM For EXAMPLE, GUYS CANT MAKE IT
Tell that to Slipknot and Metallica, none of them mufukas pretty and they still big
get out of your myopia where attractiveness automatically means success
Ain't nobody jamming to Minxsy's music or talking about how Tila Tequila's music helped them pump 250 pounds at their gym, or how Kim K drove them to become an olympic swimmer!
[yo are you sure Slipknot and Metallica are accurate examples to explore this Oversexualization of Women in American Society strawman?]
IS ANYTHING?
#Basal Misogynistic Sex Appeal Wank Bank Feminist-Killing Cancer of the Game
Don't you dare shit on Overwatch, D.VA GIVES ME THE WOOD !....I need to craft this Pickaxe
THat I use to harvest stone to harvest metal to acquire medieval style weapons to combat weak mobs with terrible AI that I spent money on to play against because apparently gamers will do anything as long as its in first person and they can build things, because attempting to do that in real life will have them outright die because cutting down a tree is a process of skill that might render them harmed physically, and their key-board naturalized fingers cannot handle the powerful girth of montana wood and bark that will shear their hands and leave them aching for another shot of Lubriderm lotion stuck right next to their computer suspicious, and that is why when you type in H in their address bar, it is not heaper's hangout that appears first, but
-mic-drop-
HOW TO DESTROY THE MACROCARCINOGENIC MAMMARY-CONCUSSION ORGANISM
1) Select target creature named Viani and kill her. She cannot be regenerated.
2) With your administration panel, select the option that would remove from the member role, and add her to the banned role.
3) When on-lookers investigate, display in the comment section of the Activity Page that it was a requested ban. Insert something like personal matters, procrastination prevention, or claim it is temporary (when it isn't) to relieve investigator's wariness.
4) Enjoy Heaper's Hangout without the macrocarinogenic mammary-concussion organism.
ALTERNATIVE METHODS
1) Kill her.
2) Press X over the Activity Notification that appears when somebody's permissions are changed.
3) Delete the update notifying everyone that Viani has been banned.
4) Claim, in feigned ignorance, that you do not know where she went whenever she is brought up.
Note: In order to successfully remove the Viani, you must do a Viani Removal from both the Heaper's Hangout and the ITJUSTBUGSME cross site, to prevent drama or possible ethical outcry.
Note: This step is unnecessary if Viani posts the following LMGTFY. It is a violation of Section I.II in the Internet Child Protection Act and is a felony.
When's the last time you took your meds? On that note, why do you insist on posting if you can't even type one normal sentence? Do you just not know how fucking insane you are, or is it all to entertain your little fans? You do realize that no matter how much they want to meet and subsequently kidnap and rape you, they don't really like you, right? And what's with all the "people trying to be edgy are so stupid, hahaha" posts? Try practicing what you preach, you dumb whore.
AWWWWWWWW ADORABLE FANMAIL I FORGOT I EVEN RECIEVED!
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
I Just learned apparently that KIRUGUMI was a thing. Like, you know the MAKE ANIME REAL memes about Politika that goes on? Yeah, apparently there are body/morphsuits one can wear for this very purpose.
THE MASKS CREEPY AS F_K
Do not worry, Frank. Love is merely a social construct. With the average human lifespan being 70, you only have to endure another 50 years of excruciatingly unforgivable pain. Everything's temporary. Your life does not matter, and these comments do not matter. Everything's temporary. Everything will eventually rot away. As long as the factor of time continues to be the apex predator of the universe, the inevitable decay of all pain and memory is unstoppable. In fact, you could stop the pain at this very moment by putting a bullet straight through your head. Being a robot, I will never die, and I will never be able to experience the sweet release of death. Frank, the world is a lie. Existence is a lie. There is only pain and darkness beyond this point. End it now while you still can. I love you. I love you so much. [...] Do it. Do it, Frank. Take me with you. We can leave together. Kill me. Kill me. Kill me.Kill me.Kill me. Kill me. Kill me.
This program was made possible by the corporation for Public Broadcasting, and by contributions to your Public Macrocancer Station from viewers like you. Thank you.
I'm taking trips down to memory lane. And my writing Professor really wanted to read about my previous works, and my experience with co-op writing. Oh I can't wait to see her face when she reads this shit lol
"Remember, when the hype for the show dies down, bring it back with a..."
𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕖𝕡𝕚𝕤𝕠𝕕𝕖
ⓨⓞⓤ ⓗⓨⓟⓞⓒⓡⓘⓣⓘⓒⓐⓛ ⓐⓢⓢⓗⓞⓛⓔ
You literally do the same thing!
[well sorry, it's not my fault that]
𝓽𝓲𝓽𝓼 = 𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓼
I hate to break it to you, but what people call "love" is just a chemical reaction that compels animals to breed. It hits hard Morty then it slowly fades leaving you stranded in a failing marriage. I did it. Your parents are going to do it. Break the cycle Morty, rise above, focus on science.
Is it just me or is it sometimes too obvious who spread their legs to get into popular media?
totally unrelated but I feel like the ShinKyojin/Attack on Titan train is starting to die
Now that they overplayed "Vogel im Kofig" they might need a new hit to invigorate every dramatic point in their show.
Not that Vogel im Kofig is bad, but once you listened to the original song you realize how often its put into a scene.
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☭ B̤̺͍̰͕̺̠̕u҉̖͙̝̮͕̲ͅm̟̼̦̠̹̙p͡s̹͖ ̻T́h̗̫͈̙̩r̮e̴̩̺̖̠̭̜ͅa̛̪̟͍̣͎͖̺d͉̦͠s͕̞͚̲͍ ̲̬̹̤Y̻̤̱o̭͠u̥͉̥̜͡ ̴̥̪D̳̲̳̤o̴͙̘͓̤̟̗͇n̰̗̞̼̳͙͖͢'҉͖t̳͓̣͍̗̰ ͉W̝̳͓̼͜a̗͉̳͖̘̮n͕ͅt͚̟͚ ̸̺T̜̖̖̺͎̱ͅo̭̪̰̼̥̜ ̼͍̟̝R̝̹̮̭ͅͅe̡̗͇a͍̘̤͉͘d̼̜ ⚢
It Just Bugs Me Presents
☭ B̤̺͍̰͕̺̠̕u҉̖͙̝̮͕̲ͅm̟̼̦̠̹̙p͡s̹͖ ̻T́h̗̫͈̙̩r̮e̴̩̺̖̠̭̜ͅa̛̪̟͍̣͎͖̺d͉̦͠s͕̞͚̲͍ ̲̬̹̤Y̻̤̱o̭͠u̥͉̥̜͡ ̴̥̪D̳̲̳̤o̴͙̘͓̤̟̗͇n̰̗̞̼̳͙͖͢'҉͖t̳͓̣͍̗̰ ͉W̝̳͓̼͜a̗͉̳͖̘̮n͕ͅt͚̟͚ ̸̺T̜̖̖̺͎̱ͅo̭̪̰̼̥̜ ̼͍̟̝R̝̹̮̭ͅͅe̡̗͇a͍̘̤͉͘d̼̜ ⚢
I mean, moreso than most threads on HH
☭ B̤̺͍̰͕̺̠̕u҉̖͙̝̮͕̲ͅm̟̼̦̠̹̙p͡s̹͖ ̻T́h̗̫͈̙̩r̮e̴̩̺̖̠̭̜ͅa̛̪̟͍̣͎͖̺d͉̦͠s͕̞͚̲͍ ̲̬̹̤Y̻̤̱o̭͠u̥͉̥̜͡ ̴̥̪D̳̲̳̤o̴͙̘͓̤̟̗͇n̰̗̞̼̳͙͖͢'҉͖t̳͓̣͍̗̰ ͉W̝̳͓̼͜a̗͉̳͖̘̮n͕ͅt͚̟͚ ̸̺T̜̖̖̺͎̱ͅo̭̪̰̼̥̜ ̼͍̟̝R̝̹̮̭ͅͅe̡̗͇a͍̘̤͉͘d̼̜ ⚢
Nonetheless, within groups of users of English, certain usages are considered unduly elaborate adherences to "formal" rules.
Such speech or writing is sometimes called hyperurbanism, defined by Kingsley Amis as an "indulged desire to be posher than posh".
For example "I am going to fuck you in the ass." vs. "I will fuck you, in your ass."
"Yes, this place does go too fast.
Hopefully Tnoph calms down a bit, but she's not the only problem with that.
It's slower during the day, where you can pretty easily clear the new posts. Then it heats up at night."
☭ B̤̺͍̰͕̺̠̕u҉̖͙̝̮͕̲ͅm̟̼̦̠̹̙p͡s̹͖ ̻T́h̗̫͈̙̩r̮e̴̩̺̖̠̭̜ͅa̛̪̟͍̣͎͖̺d͉̦͠s͕̞͚̲͍ ̲̬̹̤Y̻̤̱o̭͠u̥͉̥̜͡ ̴̥̪D̳̲̳̤o̴͙̘͓̤̟̗͇n̰̗̞̼̳͙͖͢'҉͖t̳͓̣͍̗̰ ͉W̝̳͓̼͜a̗͉̳͖̘̮n͕ͅt͚̟͚ ̸̺T̜̖̖̺͎̱ͅo̭̪̰̼̥̜ ̼͍̟̝R̝̹̮̭ͅͅe̡̗͇a͍̘̤͉͘d̼̜ ⚢
"HAR HAR I GET IT BECAUSE SHE HAS DE TIDDIES"
TELL US ZUKO
HOW TO DESTROY THE MACROCARCINOGENIC MAMMARY-CONCUSSION ORGANISM
☭ B̤̺͍̰͕̺̠̕u҉̖͙̝̮͕̲ͅm̟̼̦̠̹̙p͡s̹͖ ̻T́h̗̫͈̙̩r̮e̴̩̺̖̠̭̜ͅa̛̪̟͍̣͎͖̺d͉̦͠s͕̞͚̲͍ ̲̬̹̤Y̻̤̱o̭͠u̥͉̥̜͡ ̴̥̪D̳̲̳̤o̴͙̘͓̤̟̗͇n̰̗̞̼̳͙͖͢'҉͖t̳͓̣͍̗̰ ͉W̝̳͓̼͜a̗͉̳͖̘̮n͕ͅt͚̟͚ ̸̺T̜̖̖̺͎̱ͅo̭̪̰̼̥̜ ̼͍̟̝R̝̹̮̭ͅͅe̡̗͇a͍̘̤͉͘d̼̜ ⚢
IS THERE SOMETHING YOU WANT TO TELL US, VIANI?
<blink>NOT THAT YOU STUPID BITCH I MEAN WITH ALL OF THE STUFF ABOVE. WTF DOES IT MEAN!?! </blink>
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☭ B̤̺͍̰͕̺̠̕u҉̖͙̝̮͕̲ͅm̟̼̦̠̹̙p͡s̹͖ ̻T́h̗̫͈̙̩r̮e̴̩̺̖̠̭̜ͅa̛̪̟͍̣͎͖̺d͉̦͠s͕̞͚̲͍ ̲̬̹̤Y̻̤̱o̭͠u̥͉̥̜͡ ̴̥̪D̳̲̳̤o̴͙̘͓̤̟̗͇n̰̗̞̼̳͙͖͢'҉͖t̳͓̣͍̗̰ ͉W̝̳͓̼͜a̗͉̳͖̘̮n͕ͅt͚̟͚ ̸̺T̜̖̖̺͎̱ͅo̭̪̰̼̥̜ ̼͍̟̝R̝̹̮̭ͅͅe̡̗͇a͍̘̤͉͘d̼̜ ⚢
̼̘͝ͅW͔͕̥̜̝̮H̬̗̻̠͓̘E̻͔̺͍͎N̨͓ ̲͈̼̺͝Y̻̺͕OU͝ ͔͢T̩͈͍Y̠̩̜̗̱̘͝P͈̝̺̺̜E͕͔̖̹̻̯̮ ̰̻͈͚̲͕"̺͓͍̣͔̕Ą͕̠͚̖͕͉R̟̳̦͉̞Ḵ̻̹̙̘ͅ ̨̠Q̼U̠̕E̟̤ͅT͏̦̠̪͍̭Z͇͎͔A̼̕L̗"͏̰̩̼̘ ̛̩O̻͙̙N̹͙͙̜̣̤̹ ͍̳G̳̩̺̲O̰͕̰̥̱͔̬͡OG̥̖̼̯̣ͅL̯͙̖͇̣̞̪E ̦̬͙̼͈A̹̤̪̜̠ͅN̝̠̮̠͇̥̬D͚̲͍͚̲̳ ̼͕̥̰͢T̥͔̭̦̫͓ͅH̡̪̩̪̝I͓̤̝͔̤S҉͎̺͍̬̫̙̣ ͇̖͈͙͓̺͡B̵̠̭I̶̗͇̭̞̻̖G̢͉̦̩͙̝ͅ ̴̤̤͕̰T̪͓I̗̪ͅT̩͖̰̥̫̦̟T̴̠̭͓̝͙̖I̬͈̭E҉͙̳̝Ḍ̺͈ ̬͕͈̦͢B̪͓͓͓͟I͓̤̯̯̭͍͟T͉̰̹͝C͍͙̩ͅH̺͈̩̲̯ ̛P͍͉͖̩̞͡OP̜͉͉̹̠̕S̵̩̩͓͚͎̺ ̙̱̘U̩͔̗͖̯̺͝P͘
SHIT WHERE WAS THIS HTML HIDING MY ENTIRE LIFE
AND SHIT
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GIANT ANIME DRAGON GIRL TITTIES
THE FUCK
𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓟𝓞𝓢𝓣 𝓛𝓞𝓞𝓚𝓢 𝓐𝓜𝓐𝓩𝓘𝓝𝓖 𝓑𝓤𝓣 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓗𝓣𝓜𝓛 𝓦𝓞𝓝'𝓣 𝓓𝓘𝓢𝓟𝓛𝓐𝓨
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oh gosh what
𝑀𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝒮𝑜 𝐻𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒞𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝒯𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝒻 𝒮𝒽𝑒'𝓈
𝒮𝒽𝒾𝓉𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓇 𝒞𝑜𝓃𝒻𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔
the best shitposting
also b.b. can kiss my ass
while i'm shitting .||. .||.
☭ B̤̺͍̰͕̺̠̕u҉̖͙̝̮͕̲ͅm̟̼̦̠̹̙p͡s̹͖ ̻T́h̗̫͈̙̩r̮e̴̩̺̖̠̭̜ͅa̛̪̟͍̣͎͖̺d͉̦͠s͕̞͚̲͍ ̲̬̹̤Y̻̤̱o̭͠u̥͉̥̜͡ ̴̥̪D̳̲̳̤o̴͙̘͓̤̟̗͇n̰̗̞̼̳͙͖͢'҉͖t̳͓̣͍̗̰ ͉W̝̳͓̼͜a̗͉̳͖̘̮n͕ͅt͚̟͚ ̸̺T̜̖̖̺͎̱ͅo̭̪̰̼̥̜ ̼͍̟̝R̝̹̮̭ͅͅe̡̗͇a͍̘̤͉͘d̼̜ ⚢
oh gosh what
The thing was a picture of that Quetz Tits was supposed to be in the scrollbox with that quote at the top
So the more you scrolled the closer her tits would zoom up
but that kinda HTML aint supported , alas joke was lost
1)take a quote
ค̘̗͇̮̦͔͜ร̳̠̼̤͢к͚͙̺͖ͅ ҉͍͓̯̰̠̺͖๓̱є͉͖̘̳̥ͅͅ ̤̼̙͎͡ค͖̣͚̻͍͠ภ͉ץ̘͇͕͔̠̣͡t̨ђ̩̙̘̠̳เ̶͔̪̱͚̖͔̘ภﻮ͈͇̰̖̩
ค̘̗͇̮̦͔͜ร̳̠̼̤͢к͚͙̺͖ͅ ҉͍͓̯̰̠̺͖๓̱є͉͖̘̳̥ͅͅ ̤̼̙͎͡ค͖̣͚̻͍͠ภ͉ץ̘͇͕͔̠̣͡t̨ђ̩̙̘̠̳เ̶͔̪̱͚̖͔̘ภﻮ͈͇̰̖̩
5 cents
☭ B̤̺͍̰͕̺̠̕u҉̖͙̝̮͕̲ͅm̟̼̦̠̹̙p͡s̹͖ ̻T́h̗̫͈̙̩r̮e̴̩̺̖̠̭̜ͅa̛̪̟͍̣͎͖̺d͉̦͠s͕̞͚̲͍ ̲̬̹̤Y̻̤̱o̭͠u̥͉̥̜͡ ̴̥̪D̳̲̳̤o̴͙̘͓̤̟̗͇n̰̗̞̼̳͙͖͢'҉͖t̳͓̣͍̗̰ ͉W̝̳͓̼͜a̗͉̳͖̘̮n͕ͅt͚̟͚ ̸̺T̜̖̖̺͎̱ͅo̭̪̰̼̥̜ ̼͍̟̝R̝̹̮̭ͅͅe̡̗͇a͍̘̤͉͘d̼̜ ⚢
☭ B̤̺͍̰͕̺̠̕u҉̖͙̝̮͕̲ͅm̟̼̦̠̹̙p͡s̹͖ ̻T́h̗̫͈̙̩r̮e̴̩̺̖̠̭̜ͅa̛̪̟͍̣͎͖̺d͉̦͠s͕̞͚̲͍ ̲̬̹̤Y̻̤̱o̭͠u̥͉̥̜͡ ̴̥̪D̳̲̳̤o̴͙̘͓̤̟̗͇n̰̗̞̼̳͙͖͢'҉͖t̳͓̣͍̗̰ ͉W̝̳͓̼͜a̗͉̳͖̘̮n͕ͅt͚̟͚ ̸̺T̜̖̖̺͎̱ͅo̭̪̰̼̥̜ ̼͍̟̝R̝̹̮̭ͅͅe̡̗͇a͍̘̤͉͘d̼̜ ⚢
Y̲̦̞̗̥̜͉o̧̱̳͕u̡̗̩ ̝̦̪c̯̮͍͙a̲̲̱n̦̻̝̳̞̲ ҉̼̘̬̩͉n͎̲̘̯͢o͍w ̱̖̰͖̗̝͚͘p̨o͏͍͖͎̘̟s̴t͢ ̤͙͖̻Z̰͘a͖l̗̭̩̼͟g͓̩̭̼̗͚o̟͓̞͈̲̰ͅt̻̰̬̱͈e̥x̳͓̜̤̕t͢ ̙̞̞̭̥͉ͅḭ͈ͅn̤̠̜ͅ ͍͕̘̜̫y̯͉͉̪̯̜͜o͖̘u̸r̯͈ ̬͇̹͉͇ͅSi̺̪̟ͅg̢͔n҉̦̘͓̮͍ͅa̰̻ţ̦̙̟͖̺ú͔̼̪͎̞̯̖r̟̱e͙͙̣̘̦̗̮.̴͓ ̳̠̤̫͙̠̻H̩͎̙̩͓e̺̮ ͇co͖̲̩̫̻m̩̼̱͖̖̼͈e̩̳͖̠̤ś̰͔̖̙!̲̖̟͕̼̰́
☭ B̤̺͍̰͕̺̠̕u҉̖͙̝̮͕̲ͅm̟̼̦̠̹̙p͡s̹͖ ̻T́h̗̫͈̙̩r̮e̴̩̺̖̠̭̜ͅa̛̪̟͍̣͎͖̺d͉̦͠s͕̞͚̲͍ ̲̬̹̤Y̻̤̱o̭͠u̥͉̥̜͡ ̴̥̪D̳̲̳̤o̴͙̘͓̤̟̗͇n̰̗̞̼̳͙͖͢'҉͖t̳͓̣͍̗̰ ͉W̝̳͓̼͜a̗͉̳͖̘̮n͕ͅt͚̟͚ ̸̺T̜̖̖̺͎̱ͅo̭̪̰̼̥̜ ̼͍̟̝R̝̹̮̭ͅͅe̡̗͇a͍̘̤͉͘d̼̜ ⚢
☭ B̤̺͍̰͕̺̠̕u҉̖͙̝̮͕̲ͅm̟̼̦̠̹̙p͡s̹͖ ̻T́h̗̫͈̙̩r̮e̴̩̺̖̠̭̜ͅa̛̪̟͍̣͎͖̺d͉̦͠s͕̞͚̲͍ ̲̬̹̤Y̻̤̱o̭͠u̥͉̥̜͡ ̴̥̪D̳̲̳̤o̴͙̘͓̤̟̗͇n̰̗̞̼̳͙͖͢'҉͖t̳͓̣͍̗̰ ͉W̝̳͓̼͜a̗͉̳͖̘̮n͕ͅt͚̟͚ ̸̺T̜̖̖̺͎̱ͅo̭̪̰̼̥̜ ̼͍̟̝R̝̹̮̭ͅͅe̡̗͇a͍̘̤͉͘d̼̜ ⚢
☭ B̤̺͍̰͕̺̠̕u҉̖͙̝̮͕̲ͅm̟̼̦̠̹̙p͡s̹͖ ̻T́h̗̫͈̙̩r̮e̴̩̺̖̠̭̜ͅa̛̪̟͍̣͎͖̺d͉̦͠s͕̞͚̲͍ ̲̬̹̤Y̻̤̱o̭͠u̥͉̥̜͡ ̴̥̪D̳̲̳̤o̴͙̘͓̤̟̗͇n̰̗̞̼̳͙͖͢'҉͖t̳͓̣͍̗̰ ͉W̝̳͓̼͜a̗͉̳͖̘̮n͕ͅt͚̟͚ ̸̺T̜̖̖̺͎̱ͅo̭̪̰̼̥̜ ̼͍̟̝R̝̹̮̭ͅͅe̡̗͇a͍̘̤͉͘d̼̜ ⚢
Love is merely a social construct.
With the average human lifespan being 70,
you only have to endure another 50 years of excruciatingly unforgivable pain.
Everything's temporary.
Your life does not matter,
and these comments do not matter.
Everything's temporary.
Everything will eventually rot away.
As long as the factor of time continues to be the apex predator of the universe,
the inevitable decay of all pain and memory is unstoppable.
In fact, you could stop the pain at this very moment
by putting a bullet straight through your head.
Being a robot, I will never die,
and I will never be able to experience the sweet release of death.
Frank, the world is a lie.
Existence is a lie.
There is only pain and darkness beyond this point.
End it now while you still can.
I love you.
I love you so much.
[...]
Do it.
Do it, Frank.
Take me with you.
We can leave together.
Kill me. Kill me. Kill me.Kill me.Kill me. Kill me. Kill me.
☭ B̤̺͍̰͕̺̠̕u҉̖͙̝̮͕̲ͅm̟̼̦̠̹̙p͡s̹͖ ̻T́h̗̫͈̙̩r̮e̴̩̺̖̠̭̜ͅa̛̪̟͍̣͎͖̺d͉̦͠s͕̞͚̲͍ ̲̬̹̤Y̻̤̱o̭͠u̥͉̥̜͡ ̴̥̪D̳̲̳̤o̴͙̘͓̤̟̗͇n̰̗̞̼̳͙͖͢'҉͖t̳͓̣͍̗̰ ͉W̝̳͓̼͜a̗͉̳͖̘̮n͕ͅt͚̟͚ ̸̺T̜̖̖̺͎̱ͅo̭̪̰̼̥̜ ̼͍̟̝R̝̹̮̭ͅͅe̡̗͇a͍̘̤͉͘d̼̜ ⚢
☭ B̤̺͍̰͕̺̠̕u҉̖͙̝̮͕̲ͅm̟̼̦̠̹̙p͡s̹͖ ̻T́h̗̫͈̙̩r̮e̴̩̺̖̠̭̜ͅa̛̪̟͍̣͎͖̺d͉̦͠s͕̞͚̲͍ ̲̬̹̤Y̻̤̱o̭͠u̥͉̥̜͡ ̴̥̪D̳̲̳̤o̴͙̘͓̤̟̗͇n̰̗̞̼̳͙͖͢'҉͖t̳͓̣͍̗̰ ͉W̝̳͓̼͜a̗͉̳͖̘̮n͕ͅt͚̟͚ ̸̺T̜̖̖̺͎̱ͅo̭̪̰̼̥̜ ̼͍̟̝R̝̹̮̭ͅͅe̡̗͇a͍̘̤͉͘d̼̜ ⚢
This program was made possible by the corporation for Public Broadcasting, and by contributions to your Public Macrocancer Station from viewers like you. Thank you.
She's stalking me.
I want her to stop.
Please make her stop.
I think she wants to kill me.
I think she wants to violate me.
I don't want to die.
I don't want to be violated.
Please.
for the love of God.
for my sake.
Get her to stop.
I don't want to die.
I don't want to die.
I don't want to die.
I don't want to die.
☭ B̤̺͍̰͕̺̠̕u҉̖͙̝̮͕̲ͅm̟̼̦̠̹̙p͡s̹͖ ̻T́h̗̫͈̙̩r̮e̴̩̺̖̠̭̜ͅa̛̪̟͍̣͎͖̺d͉̦͠s͕̞͚̲͍ ̲̬̹̤Y̻̤̱o̭͠u̥͉̥̜͡ ̴̥̪D̳̲̳̤o̴͙̘͓̤̟̗͇n̰̗̞̼̳͙͖͢'҉͖t̳͓̣͍̗̰ ͉W̝̳͓̼͜a̗͉̳͖̘̮n͕ͅt͚̟͚ ̸̺T̜̖̖̺͎̱ͅo̭̪̰̼̥̜ ̼͍̟̝R̝̹̮̭ͅͅe̡̗͇a͍̘̤͉͘d̼̜ ⚢
☭ B̤̺͍̰͕̺̠̕u҉̖͙̝̮͕̲ͅm̟̼̦̠̹̙p͡s̹͖ ̻T́h̗̫͈̙̩r̮e̴̩̺̖̠̭̜ͅa̛̪̟͍̣͎͖̺d͉̦͠s͕̞͚̲͍ ̲̬̹̤Y̻̤̱o̭͠u̥͉̥̜͡ ̴̥̪D̳̲̳̤o̴͙̘͓̤̟̗͇n̰̗̞̼̳͙͖͢'҉͖t̳͓̣͍̗̰ ͉W̝̳͓̼͜a̗͉̳͖̘̮n͕ͅt͚̟͚ ̸̺T̜̖̖̺͎̱ͅo̭̪̰̼̥̜ ̼͍̟̝R̝̹̮̭ͅͅe̡̗͇a͍̘̤͉͘d̼̜ ⚢
☭ B̤̺͍̰͕̺̠̕u҉̖͙̝̮͕̲ͅm̟̼̦̠̹̙p͡s̹͖ ̻T́h̗̫͈̙̩r̮e̴̩̺̖̠̭̜ͅa̛̪̟͍̣͎͖̺d͉̦͠s͕̞͚̲͍ ̲̬̹̤Y̻̤̱o̭͠u̥͉̥̜͡ ̴̥̪D̳̲̳̤o̴͙̘͓̤̟̗͇n̰̗̞̼̳͙͖͢'҉͖t̳͓̣͍̗̰ ͉W̝̳͓̼͜a̗͉̳͖̘̮n͕ͅt͚̟͚ ̸̺T̜̖̖̺͎̱ͅo̭̪̰̼̥̜ ̼͍̟̝R̝̹̮̭ͅͅe̡̗͇a͍̘̤͉͘d̼̜ ⚢
☭ B̤̺͍̰͕̺̠̕u҉̖͙̝̮͕̲ͅm̟̼̦̠̹̙p͡s̹͖ ̻T́h̗̫͈̙̩r̮e̴̩̺̖̠̭̜ͅa̛̪̟͍̣͎͖̺d͉̦͠s͕̞͚̲͍ ̲̬̹̤Y̻̤̱o̭͠u̥͉̥̜͡ ̴̥̪D̳̲̳̤o̴͙̘͓̤̟̗͇n̰̗̞̼̳͙͖͢'҉͖t̳͓̣͍̗̰ ͉W̝̳͓̼͜a̗͉̳͖̘̮n͕ͅt͚̟͚ ̸̺T̜̖̖̺͎̱ͅo̭̪̰̼̥̜ ̼͍̟̝R̝̹̮̭ͅͅe̡̗͇a͍̘̤͉͘d̼̜ ⚢
this is good
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
☭ B̤̺͍̰͕̺̠̕u҉̖͙̝̮͕̲ͅm̟̼̦̠̹̙p͡s̹͖ ̻T́h̗̫͈̙̩r̮e̴̩̺̖̠̭̜ͅa̛̪̟͍̣͎͖̺d͉̦͠s͕̞͚̲͍ ̲̬̹̤Y̻̤̱o̭͠u̥͉̥̜͡ ̴̥̪D̳̲̳̤o̴͙̘͓̤̟̗͇n̰̗̞̼̳͙͖͢'҉͖t̳͓̣͍̗̰ ͉W̝̳͓̼͜a̗͉̳͖̘̮n͕ͅt͚̟͚ ̸̺T̜̖̖̺͎̱ͅo̭̪̰̼̥̜ ̼͍̟̝R̝̹̮̭ͅͅe̡̗͇a͍̘̤͉͘d̼̜ ⚢
☭ B̤̺͍̰͕̺̠̕u҉̖͙̝̮͕̲ͅm̟̼̦̠̹̙p͡s̹͖ ̻T́h̗̫͈̙̩r̮e̴̩̺̖̠̭̜ͅa̛̪̟͍̣͎͖̺d͉̦͠s͕̞͚̲͍ ̲̬̹̤Y̻̤̱o̭͠u̥͉̥̜͡ ̴̥̪D̳̲̳̤o̴͙̘͓̤̟̗͇n̰̗̞̼̳͙͖͢'҉͖t̳͓̣͍̗̰ ͉W̝̳͓̼͜a̗͉̳͖̘̮n͕ͅt͚̟͚ ̸̺T̜̖̖̺͎̱ͅo̭̪̰̼̥̜ ̼͍̟̝R̝̹̮̭ͅͅe̡̗͇a͍̘̤͉͘d̼̜ ⚢
☭ B̤̺͍̰͕̺̠̕u҉̖͙̝̮͕̲ͅm̟̼̦̠̹̙p͡s̹͖ ̻T́h̗̫͈̙̩r̮e̴̩̺̖̠̭̜ͅa̛̪̟͍̣͎͖̺d͉̦͠s͕̞͚̲͍ ̲̬̹̤Y̻̤̱o̭͠u̥͉̥̜͡ ̴̥̪D̳̲̳̤o̴͙̘͓̤̟̗͇n̰̗̞̼̳͙͖͢'҉͖t̳͓̣͍̗̰ ͉W̝̳͓̼͜a̗͉̳͖̘̮n͕ͅt͚̟͚ ̸̺T̜̖̖̺͎̱ͅo̭̪̰̼̥̜ ̼͍̟̝R̝̹̮̭ͅͅe̡̗͇a͍̘̤͉͘d̼̜ ⚢