||[Jun. 17th, 2006|11:24 am]
Madam Revenge's Requests
Dear Madam Revenge,|
Since you have indicated that you do not provide this service using real people, I therefore submit a request that you select the character UPA Captain Serena Dancer from my fiction The Century Chronicles and perform something upon her involving extreme bondage. Vorzac has already done a stellar MST of Chapter One of this particular work, and his compatriots' comments regarding Dancer have made me suddenly wish that something of that nature COULD happen.
The extremely vain and self-important author of said fiction.
Okay, I think you've crossed the line of creepiness now, Stalker boy. I I doubt Urwen will agree to your request as your fiction isn't exactly far from unreadable.
Okay, I think you've crossed the line of creepiness now, Stalker boy.
I'm not stalking anyone, dickhead. Keep your fantasies to yourself.
I fail to see how you constantly being a lecherous creep around Louise has anythig nto do with my fantasies, shitwit.
I see you've been a complete coward and banned me from ANti-nfp. What's the matter cockhead, couldn't think of anything to say against me? Are you too much of a little pussy to come up if a reply, or did I just hit too many of your buttons or say too many things you know are true but just whimp out and refuse to accept. You only ever ban people because they are speaking the truth and you can't handle it. What're ya gonna do now, huh? Without your precious ban command now, eh? Gonna attempt another half arsed crack at me so I can wipe the floor with you in retort or are you going to give in and bury your head in the sand and hide, hoping that the mean old mike is going to go away now you're on someone else’s turf. Give it a rest you letching fuck. I know you fancy Urwen. Urwen thinks you fancy her and she told me, and she wants nothing to do with you anymore. She isn’t fucking interested, hence why she has defriended you. She's tired of putting up with your shit. Stop fawning her, lest you want me and the rest of her mates to give you a verbal asswhooping. Now go and cry in the bucking library over Louise and go and collect your fucking dole money and go and rant on about your false prophethood till guys in lab coats take you away and stick you in a strait jacket and dope you up on Haloperidol, you deluded zitty fundie ginger twat.
URWEN DOES NOT LIKE YOU. SHE NEVER HAS. SHE HAS BEEN LAUGHIGN AT YOU BEHIND YOUR BACK AND TO YOUR FACE. YOU MEAN NOTHING TO HER EXCEPT A SOURCE OF RETARDED ENTERTAINMENT. SHE DOES NOT WANT TO FUCK YOU, WHAT EVER YOU THINK. SHE HAS LOST ALL INTEREST IN YOU. YOU WANTS NOTHIGN MORE TO DO WITH YOU. SHE TOLD ME ALL THIS HERSELF. RIGHT NOW, ON MSN. LIVE WITH IT, FUCKER! GO BAK TO FLIPPING BURGERS AND KILLIGN CHICKENS YOU WORTHLESS PISS-STAIN OF A HUMAN BEING. Never in my entire life have I ever encountered another man as worthless pathetic or indeed as arrogant and conceited as you. I know tramps that have more friends and respect than you do. I know beggars who are better people than you are, you chunk of human turd. I'm better than you. I'm better than you by a fucking Mile. I have a job. I have a diploma. I have a talent, two in fact. I have more friends than I can count on al my digits. In the 19 year's I've been alive I have been through more twisted fucked up shit than you could possibly imagine and I've come out of situation that would make lesser people kill themselves with my head held high and my outlook bright. I hurt so much I learned to draw pleasure from it. It’s people like you; worthless snotty home schooled shitheads who have never suffered once in their entire sheltered life and get all moany and pissy because the world won’t bend over backwards for them, because everything isn’t the way they want it to be; their stuck up snotty toffee-nosed parents told them they were always right and they never learned otherwise that make me want to puke. Go ahead and call yourself the emissary of Wicca, see how many people believe you. Bury you head in the sand when you become a worldwide laughing stock on the net. Go on; continue chasing your start trek inspired fevered delusions and fantasies. Refuse to admit you’re just a fucking nobody, a worthless person who no one will ever recognise except as a walking joke. You are empty and hollow and will never be fulfilled. I imagine you will flitter away your life chasing your worthless dreams. You embody everything I despise in humanity. Which his funny, because you aren’t even a person. You’re just a husk. You are empty. You head is filled with dreams, but your life is filled with nothingness. You’re not happy, you are hated and persecuted because of your beliefs, you are ridiculed and are alone. I doubt you’re happy, and I doubt you were in the past and I doubt you ever will be for a very long time. Not until you change your way and change yourself, at least. Hell, I stopped whinging like a little bitch when I was prepubescent, you’re two years older than me and still doing it. I don’t know whether to hate you and say if I was a Wiccan I would put every hex under the sun on your head, or just pitying you and the empty life that awaits you. I’m torn between pity and wrath, and so is Louise, to bring us back to our main point.
2006-06-30 04:40 pm (UTC)
Madam Revenge denies your request due to the following:
A) No original characters.
B) Your being the very epitome of a cracked up bitch ho.
C) This community being a joke that me and Kieran invented when we were bored one night.
D)His fiction being to bad to actually read?