Just saw a person dissing furries as trolls. Mic quality was really poor, not just because of a cheap audio set up but because the guy was breathing into the mic. Had comments turned off. Seems pretty cowardly to me to set some fires and then run away. Arson is the man's poison. A way of killing without having to take part in direct conflict because the individual is too pathetic to fight. Since comments are a battle of wits I assume this person must be really dumb. Since a loss was guaranteed against other commenters their only choice was to stop commenters from talking to them entirely. However since nobody is going to talk to them i can only assume they are arrogant enough to believe they were causing some sort of offense to someone and that people would want to talk to them and since they couldn't that the poster somehow won. But then again tying yourself up in an abandoned warehouse in the middle of the desert is hardly going to spite anyone. Nobody cares. We'll just get along with our lives blissfully unaware of your existence whilst you toil over the idea of how awesome you are all alone in your dead-end nowhere, trying to make a show to nobody and make a point when nobody even cares to pay attention to your distant maniacal laughter over the bustling sounds of a happy and functioning citadel.

I love amateurs. They have so much to learn about the world. They're like a newborn baby. They're so fragile and needy but you find them so cute and adorable at how little they know and all their little mistakes. I just wanna pinch their chubby little cherub cheeks and play got your nose and peekaboo. That's the level of gameplay they understand you see. I'd like to spoon feed them this journal whilst saying "here's the airplane.". Sending rainbows because kids like pastel colors. Daw.