Thank you guest reviewer, for not signing in to name yourself.

You are priceless, truly.

You take away one of the most fundamental rights of an American. The right to face their accuser. Though, whether you are American matters little to me.

Thank you for your wonderful reviews telling me I am reported for posting a series of oneshots in one place.

You are awesome, truly.

Are you now going to go to every person who has ever posted a series of oneshots, or better yet, just a oneshot?

Because, that is in essence what you did. You took away an outlet of creativity because instead of posting each individual story and marking complete, I posted by category in one place.

You are fantastic, truly.

I wonder your age, your life story.

Are you someone who works for the site, and this is truly your job, combing through, one by one to troll each writer who does not conform to your standards? Well, if this is the case, I applaud you. It is your site.

Or, are you someone who enjoys taking away the little moments of happiness, by making sure that if something can be taken away, it will.

You are outstanding, truly.

Are you a stickler for rules, who does not believe that anyone should break them? That if someone does not conform to them by your standards, they do not deserve to be allowed any privilege or chance to defend themselves once they have committed the act, whether it was willful or not. Whether it was an act of ignorance or not.

Or, are you someone who wishes to... No, I apologize. I would be wasting your time.

You are superb, truly.

What a brilliant notion? The idea that you can be anyone or anything out there. That you can accuse without a face or a name. That you can have anonymity in a world where everyone is a technological touch away.

Let me tell you what you are to me.

You are my accuser, truly.

You are the nameless, faceless being who reported me without a thought. Someone who took away my outlet. Someone who did not allow me a chance to defend myself.

You are invasive, truly.

You wormed your way into the creative body and cut off flow to the brain.

The worst part?

You will have done your act and washed your hands. You will probably never deign yourself to look back at those you have accused and reported. You care not about the future, but the present. And presently, you have power and anonymity.

Because you are not just the tapeworm, you are the plague. Once you have washed your hands, you will move onto the next writer and the next until it is no longer about rules. It is what you can do to be in control. To have power. And, you only have it because you are faceless. You are nameless.

This is why the most incomparable writers left this site.

But, now you feel exasperated, don't you? My accuser who looks in the present, not forward and never back. These words create you as a nameless disease. One that consumes and kills. You think, isn't this overly dramatic? Perhaps.

It is the next to you have a choice. You have the choice to become, maybe not a face, but a name or a title. You have the choice to ask questions instead of brashly take actions.

Is your story meant to be what is against the rules?

Did you know the rules?

It is because you cannot presently think for yourself before you act that you deserve this overdramatic pile of shit.

Because you are nameless. You are faceless. And, you can act with virtually no consequences.

And, that, is the internet.