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!rbronyR.uo!!1i4OfEncHT5 06/04/11(Sat)11:43 No.26531003>>26530958
"Faceless, that...idiot!" I grumbled to myself, furrowing my brow. It was hot in my tiny apartment and the sweat was cascading from my brow onto the keyboard, increasing my frustration tenfold. "This faggot writes the shittiest stories I've ever read!" I typed furiously at the keyboard, my fingers slipping across the sweaty keys. My cheeks were flush from the rage welling up within me. How dare this tripfag, including MY little ponies in his depraved fetish fantasies? I honestly couldn't remember the last time something made my blood boil like this. "Faceless, you ugly, fat sack of shit...I swear I will find you and rape you to death!" I exclaimed to the empty room, my fist slamming down on the desk before me and leaving a noticeable indention. All this anger and exertion was making me feel faint, I had to relax. My shirt slipped down over my shoulders and finally onto the floor, freeing my rock-hard abdominals from their cotton captivity, the folds of muscle taught and glistening with perspiration in the mid morning light. "God damn that tripfag, damn him to Hell," I continued to mumble, getting up from my chair. It had been two weeks since I'd lost my job - fired, for "not performing to their standards". But I'll tell you what really happened: it was that bastard of a tripfag, "Faceless"! Ever since I've read his posts on the MLP general threads that fateful day, I haven't been able to concentrate on anything but my raw, seething hatred for him! Oh how I wanted to bash in his face with my own fists, to tear out his teeth and squish his eyeballs under my thumbs. It was my sole burning desire, the one thought that filled my mind morning, noon and night. I muttered the name over again to myself, reaching for the razor blade on my desk, and pulling it across the ghost-white skin of my wrists. As the flesh parted and the blood seeped out, I imagined that it was Faceless' blood....and smiled... |
