Keep talking your shit, both of you. I’ve gone through and formed and proven the theories on mental and spiritual time travel, mapped out the psychology of trolls and provided a hunters guide that preceded and paved the way for my later work in dealing with the unending legion. I have formalized and proven the theories of the existence of God, the Devil, all supernatural and paranormal. I have conquered politics by bringing it to its knees in dealing with gutterscum just like you. I’ve brought philosophy to its knees in practicality, eradicating the vaguenesses that allowed people like you to have too much power with your negativity and downward-pulling bullshit. I have performed a perfect righteous self-resurrection, seen the light of Heaven before it was blasted by the light of Hell, was glad to see the presence of things that would have each of you reacting in panicked terror.
And I’m not done, yet, this isn’t me just stroking my mental cock; my ego. This is me serving you cold, shutting you down.
I have conquered and reformatted the English language to convey and express sentiments heretofore blocked out by the childish negativity and downward-pulling bullshit that I have already mentioned once and now twice in the same post for a different reason. I have lifted high reason with rationality to conquer even the devils drugs in the devils den as I perform the work of the Lord; my own damn self. I have had you asshats breathing down my fucking back, my fucking neck and just now and for a moment you get back to your feet and think you can come at me again and now further play games for gamings sake. I don’t play games. I definitely don’t play the ones not worth playing and while you shitheaded little cunts call it a game and fuck with me even now while I write and type this, in fact, I have sensed the same so many times over the years its not even funny anymore, to use a tired and cliche statement for the occasion. I sense your laughter, I sense your mockery while I type this, knowing you’ll read it later and you are so caught up in me and my gravity, its not even funny. You are so filled with love of me that you turn it into a perversity and I’m tired of being raped by your attentions.
This isn’t me being intimate. This isn’t me being nice or sentimental. These swearwords aren’t being said with sweet attachments to show how fond I am of you. I am telling the truth.
I want people like you to die. To die in the worst and most horrible ways possible; just to shut your punk-bitch asses up. Just to shut you up.