NOTE: I do not own Minecraft, Mianite, any YouTubers mentioned, and really, I don't own anything except this story.

WARNING: This is a vent. If you don't know what happened, I suggest you go to TheTwistedGuy's twitter. Why anyone would do something like this is just... I'm sorry, but that was going too far.

Heart and soul, time and effort. Late nights, tired mornings, just you and your friend working your asses off to get a project done for the people you cared about.

Forcefully thanked.

Barely recognised.

You still considered it worth it. After all, you enjoyed doing it didn't you?

You and your friend burned through so many glasses of energy drinks, staying up late to finish this. Discussing how everything would plan out, discussing what should happen if something went wrong. So much effort, so much time.

You needed help. You were ignoring food, friends, family - all of that was deemed unimportant just as long as you get this done.

The you got the news.

"Your time is no longer needed for Mianite Season Two."

You were heartbroken. What had we done? Was it something that you did wrong? But... we tried to make it the best that it could be. The fans seemed to love it and the players seemed to be happy. You had known that some people cried at the tragic events and were passionately moved by others.

So why were you kicked?

You asked him and he said that it was your fault; that you ultimately screwed you and your friend when you tweeted out asking the fans if there was anything they wanted to see in Mianite Season Two. You argued that it was unfair. He snapped that it was your own fault and that there was nothing else you could do.

That crushed you.

You tried to apologise to your friend but he sadly shook his head and said he didn't blame you. 'If they cared about us that little, then we don't need to listen to them,' he said, trying to attempt that cheerful smile that always brought a grin to your face.

But it failed.

You were both depressed for the next few months. Your friend got better but you didn't. You still missed it. That had been so hard to work on and so satisfying when it was done. Now it had been nothing.

You had been thrown away like a piece of rubbish. Just an item that had been used when you were needed but once you weren't, cast away out the window.

The fall hurt.

You cried, you screamed, you punched the wall until a crack spread out from the plaster and your knuckles were bleeding. Why, why, why?

All your effort was wasted now.

Was it worth it?

All of it?

You thought you could do it. You were on top of the world for a few months there.

Then... then he pulled you down.

Replaced.

So...

Easily...

Like you were worth nothing. You were hurt.

And he laughed.

Laughed at the tears.

Laughed at the screams.

Laughed at the pain.

Laughed.

It sickened you.

How someone could be so cruel and heartless... you hated that.

More tears. More screams. More pain.

Trash.

You told them and he got mad at you again. Hadn't he already hurt you enough? This time, you weren't keeping anything back. You told him; you told all of them the pain and the heartbreak you had gone through.

Only to get hate.

You tried to ignore it, but words kept ringing through your head.

Trash.

Rejected.

Laughable.

Oh, so your tears were laughable now?

Well try this on for size.

You put your heart and soul into your work.

You were never told what you could or could not do.

You were no longer allowed to work on it because you did something you didn't know you couldn't do.

You went through months of pain without telling anyone.

And now that you've finally told someone...

They laugh.

Yeah.

Real funny.

Why?