A vicious attack! A verbal onslaught! Insulting epithets galore! And yet they ring true [and perish the thought] She's still an attention whore!
Tracing IPs? Mysterious hints? Obfuscation! Trickery! Deceit! Never at all does this weightiest of bints Admit the truth of which I speak!
Her birthday passed by, unmarked of occasion, Or so her whining attests; And yet the date was one short! Blast and botheration! It would seem it is she who has messed!
But did she let that stop her? Perhaps stay her hand? Exercise care and restraint? No! Passive aggression! Vaginal sand! The Internet spreads its taint!
And so my dear Lotus, the end of our tale Concludes where first I began; The moral being, to summate this derail: Fuck her for being a whining attention-seeking cunt, I hope she chokes to death on a Twinkie, and learns that despite her immense mass she doesn't quite yet generate enough gravity to be the centre of the universe.
Subject: Appears to be a custom-created account created for the sole purpose of trolling on anonymous-locked posts.
Nationality: Difficult to determine, most likely American judging by the reference to "Twinkies". Unable to confirm
Nature: Suspect that there has been no real-life contact between subject and Drakyndra, as determined from the "immense mass" comment. Also unable to confirm
Prognosis: Irritating person with nothing better to do than insult others. Judging by the fact that they took the time to put things in Verse, subject has much too much time on their hands.
Prescription: The near-universal cure-all should work quite well. Fire.
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Insulting epithets galore!
And yet they ring true [and perish the thought]
She's still an attention whore!
Tracing IPs? Mysterious hints?
Obfuscation! Trickery! Deceit!
Never at all does this weightiest of bints
Admit the truth of which I speak!
Her birthday passed by, unmarked of occasion,
Or so her whining attests;
And yet the date was one short! Blast and botheration!
It would seem it is she who has messed!
But did she let that stop her? Perhaps stay her hand?
Exercise care and restraint?
No! Passive aggression! Vaginal sand!
The Internet spreads its taint!
And so my dear Lotus, the end of our tale
Concludes where first I began;
The moral being, to summate this derail:
Fuck her for being a whining attention-seeking cunt, I hope she chokes to death on a Twinkie, and learns that despite her immense mass she doesn't quite yet generate enough gravity to be the centre of the universe.
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Nationality: Difficult to determine, most likely American judging by the reference to "Twinkies".
Unable to confirm
Nature: Suspect that there has been no real-life contact between subject and Drakyndra, as determined from the "immense mass" comment.
Also unable to confirm
Prognosis: Irritating person with nothing better to do than insult others. Judging by the fact that they took the time to put things in Verse, subject has much too much time on their hands.
Prescription: The near-universal cure-all should work quite well.
Fire.
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*makes new Munchkin card*
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