It's 3 in the morning and I was thinking and joking, what kinda garbage those CU boys are drinking and smoking, whatever it is I want some it must get em super high, they better stay outta my biz or die, they can't understand the concept of a creative endeavor, just a bunch of double x chromosome dogs hatin forever.

What I do is make people laugh and smile, compared to other trollfics I go the extra mile, Critics United are self righteous and too big for their britches, the lowest of humanity at the bottom of the ditches, I hate watching other writers take their heat, CU is full of faggots who think they're elite.

Uh oh, did I say a big boy bad word because I could? Nah I was referring to these tools as bundles of wood, they're boring and cold and only good for setting on fire, they tear down good writers to rise higher and higher. This fic can't be hit as it follows rules on a technicality, which is how they work with the site guidelines and rationality.

Oh right, in this chapter, Qrow and Pyrrha get wed. This is the wedding music, it's relevant, now I can go to bed. What I wanted to say is that I'm not yet dead, and this fic is now a protest in favor of those with a head, besides we all know it's better on AO3, and that's the end of my call out decree.