my face is a cunt, im a perfrdtionist so to misspell this enough to get the worst trophy im typing with my eyes closed and staring up at the eiling questioning my life maybe I should write poss like this from now on honestly fuck this its et5ing hsrd I love this wonderful site but id like to do more outside shit this summer can you fucking belive it hoe, I like to type expletives btween sentences to rest my brain somrtimes you know, anyway look, I wanna be a writer one day but heres the thing, before I can be a writer I must live m own life enough and if eel I haven't done that, I need to have a story to tell people want me to rp eith them but the reality is that id like to put this site down indefinitely, I feel this way ever summer but the reason ic ome back here is because im unhappy irl and its a coping mechanism I haven't been able to quit in the past buand I love this site but its time to get out of my head and start looking at the real world I don't wanna live in my moms basement anyay lets get to actual fanfic muthafucka because it wasn't written by me unless theres a cursewords in it im dead fucking serious, im not even ooking as im typing this because it saves me the time of needing to purposefully misspell things but misspelling things agter spelling them right for so long is frefeshing and liberating now lets get to the fucking fanfic pussies
there was once a man who lived in the forest. his face was a cunt. a really sinky cunt. a cunt so stinky that all he trees in the forest died, theyd rot around him and leave him alone, the people in society rejected him because he was so grotesque looking and foul smelling that they couldn't stand to be round him and kicked him out, trees were better company he decided, they don't talk back to you and all they do is give, their sap, their branches to rest for birds and a place to bild a treehouse, he wanted to be just like the trees , just open up to people and not worry about how hes received, even if they chop him down and stick him with pipes and seep their sap hell still stand and wave hello to the wind as it passes by, happy forever after under the motherfuckin sun but when the trees died because he stank so much he lost hope and thre whimself off a cliff b ut a t the last second he landed ona tree branch, the tree had saved him once again but the tree branch that caught him also started rotting because he was an ugly cunt, so it snapped and sent him falling to his death where he hit theground with a merciles thud, but then he realized that in death trees were cunts and people were cunts and everyone is a cunt but the ground was tstill with him in death, so as he lay dying on the cld hard dirty floor he fell in love with the dirt that he feel oon and stared humpoing it unconftrobllay yep he fucked the shit out of it, my dude I don't even know how to continue this storie, this us just a stream of consciousness but I just want th thank the staff for doing this every year becsue its a way to reliveve the stress of having to wirte in character all the time and writing to a certain standard anyway the ghost of said guy who fell off a cliff floated up to heaven where god told him that for fcuking the ground where dead people are buried that musrt mean youre trying to pierce the soil to get to hell so youre better off in hell, get out of heaven im sending you there instead, so the ma n when to hell where the devil was smoking a blunt and he said, "hey yu sexy vagina, youre a loser at life, but can you at least win this contest my nigga" the man replied "you can't say nigga! you ain't balck!" and the devil replied "yeah my skin is red but if you think about it, the same way meat starts out red and then turns black when you overcook it, im just an undercooked black guy" and then he continued "look you cunt, that's beside the point, the fact of the matter is this, if you wanna win this contest you gotta do a crappy crossover or some shit, meet the hokage, bone marge simpson, kiss princess peach, catch a Pikachu in a mouse trap, all int he same story" and the man then said, "thanks devil, but where can if ind the hokage, this is hell so he must be in heaven?" and the devil replied "you know wht youre right, you wont find the hokage in hell but you will find plenty of hoes and gays, no ka's but two for three is close enough isn't it" and the man said "you kn ow what youre a homophobic piece of shit, fuck you and crossovers, fuck you and calling people hoes, if a woman wants to sell her boyd she has every right to do so because shes a strong independent person who can make decision about her own body" and the devil said "you lnow what ur right thatwomen can make decisions about their own bodiesbut aqcions have consequences and you will be judgd for it, the same way it was my decision to rebel against god and now im stuk at the lowest point of hell and bitter and vengeful, a woman has every rght to sell her body but will being a whore make her happy, having a right to something doesn't mean it should be done, every woman has the right to be happy and nfrnruhy yeah I had to stop because that sentence was becoming too correctly spelled, sorry the writr opened her eyes for a second and startined typin normally, but now im back, the commas are an instinctive thing, to make this fanfic as bad as possible she would have to not pause b353ween sentence at all but she cant help it its ingrained and her fingers instinctively fly to the comma ws shes typing with her eyes closed now lets ge tbck t the subject at hand if you don't wanna do crossovers to make your fanfic bad well heres what you sould do, wite a story about your real life, about how youre a miserable unt with a cunt for a face and how your stinky ass cunt face killed everyone around you because the worst thing you can wtiye, the worst tragedy, ie e story of your real life, you see charms is a place where people create a fake evrsion of themselves, a pat of them that they cant show the rest of the world, so the only thing to rruly make a fanfic bad is if you show the real side of you, show them the itter truth and the real you and not the sweet lie and the fake you that you've been maintain all this time, now grow wings and fly you cuntfaced butterfly, by the way tbhats n actual bug look it up, its in the encyclopedia for entomology and if I typed encyclopedia righy the tifrst time I know if cuked it up the second time but if I got it write the first itm eiwht my eyes close im impressed but yeh the cunt buttercly is a rela bug its the national bug of hell you;; see it flying around the firey pits of oblivion its basically a butterly with female genitalia for a face and it represent lust and sin and desire thst flaps on a pair of wings innocent and fre and delicate but having the face of evil and desire, you see that's the nature of all desire , it appears nice and kind and innocent when it first appears but you don't realize its true face and the consequences until its too late" and the man replied "why should I give a fuck, yore the devil and sbouldnt be giving people ad ice like this, if youre so good and wise then why haven't you rependted yet and eassumed your place in heaven" and the devil said "because in the same way its fun to play a villain in an rp where everyone hates you, I love staying the villain and being hated, people hating me makes me grow stronger, the same way if youe ever think of a person whose wronged you in the past and think how much you hate that person itll wear you down mentally and destroy you psychologically, letting that person control you from milesaway, and for that reason people hating me makes me grow stronger, because every onunce of time they spend thinking about me destroys people all over the wmortal world and tht feeling is so delicious, the only reason im warning you and iving you advice for how to liv in hell is because its already to late for you, youre here and theres nothing you can do to get out so try not to get your cheeks busted by demons oh wait you fucking cant because hell is a place whre youre totally alone with nothing but pain and you can never get out, youll feel the pain of getting your cheeks busted in addition to a thousand othe kinds of pan at the same time but when you turn around in the pitch blackness theres no one actually there to bust your cheeks and you wonder where the fuck this sensation is coming from and that's when you realize your fingers are too numb to type anymore begone thot"
