To the Multitudinous Flamers of all officially have no lives. Everyone accuses me of being some loser who has nothing better to do than write insulting stories. Over the course of… hell, I don't even know how long I've been at this. We'll just say two months. Over the course of two months I've written 3 chapters worth of writing. They took me 20 minutes to write. Total. So, to all you on the website who spend hours writing your piece of shit stories, drink my pee.
Also, if you're going to insult me, use proper grammar and spell check what you've written. Come on fuckers, Microsoft word has spell check built in.
And another thing, I'm not jealous of Neomage. Why would I be jealous of Neomage? He has no life, no friends, and probably no clothes. Who could be jealous of a man with no clothes?
So fuckers… flame away at this. It's really fun to read and see how crappy your lives are. I want you to make your flames as creative as possible, and make sure the grammar and spelling are correct. And don't talk like you're just learning English, unless you are. Otherwise it's just dumb.
And so, to make this qualify as a fanfic…
In hell, Meonage was fighting some internal demons, specifically the pregnancy that had resulted from his last assfucking from Yami. As he pondered how he could get rid of the child, Yami appeared.
"Sup, titshit?" said Yami, delivering a firm kick to Meonage's anus, catching the bottom of his scrotum in the process.
Blood began to pour out of Meonage's ass, as well as a small fetus.
"You are not worthy to bear my children," said Yami, slapping Meonage in the face.
The shock of the kick to the ass caused Meonage's colon to implode, showering the area with poo. Meonage died. Again. What a fucker.