AND IT BEGINS.
"Once upon a time, there was an egocentric Albino named Gilbert. "
Proud of her accomplishment, the lazy author of this story flipped her notebook closed and sighed happily. She hadn't written any form of fanfiction in a few months, and she was surprised that she even got that far.
Suddenly, a small, annoying voice in the back of her head began to speak, no, yell. "MOTHERFUCKER GET BACK TO WRITING YOUR STORY," It screeched angrily.
"GODDAMNIT I DON'T WANT TO!" The author replied.
"I DON'T FREAKING CARE, TAYLOR. YOU HAVEN'T WRITTEN SHIT FOR MONTHS. MAKE A NEW STORY OR SOMETHING. TAKE REQUESTS. "
"FINE. I WILL," he pouted. People began staring at her questionably, for to the normal human eye, it would appear that she was screaming at herself and not at the cussing voice in the back of her mind. No, she isn't crazy at all. Well, maybe she is. Just a little. I mean, she was wearing leg warmers and a USSR t shirt. No sane person would wear those clothes.
She abruptly left the school cafeteria and grabbed her laptop, which she brought to school for no apparent reason. She flipped open the top to her 7-year-old beast of a computer and waited 120o948 million years for Microsoft word to open. Once the program was fully operating, she began typing furiously, ignoring the students walking past her.
This is the faggotry that she wrote.