"I WILL BE POPULAR!" screamed op_tech_glitch. Spittle hit his monitor and dripped down onto his keyboard, rendering the dusty layer of broken Doritos that coated everything wet and soggy.
He glared up at his stark, bare basement wall. He'd covered it in pictures of clocksy and westerlies - women he could never have - but his mother had taken them down when she came down to clean his basement dwelling. She just didn't understand.
Still seething, he wrapped himself in his Avengers duvet and settled down to vent his buttspleen on HMS Anon. He'd show those arrogant jumped up namies who they were dealing with! "YOUR FANDOM SUCKS" he typed, then sat back, plesaed with himself.
Sometimes, late at night, he wondered what life would be like without anon. Without the hatred and contempt he'd earned by harrassing teenage girls.
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He glared up at his stark, bare basement wall. He'd covered it in pictures of clocksy and westerlies - women he could never have - but his mother had taken them down when she came down to clean his basement dwelling. She just didn't understand.
Still seething, he wrapped himself in his Avengers duvet and settled down to vent his buttspleen on HMS Anon. He'd show those arrogant jumped up namies who they were dealing with! "YOUR FANDOM SUCKS" he typed, then sat back, plesaed with himself.
Sometimes, late at night, he wondered what life would be like without anon. Without the hatred and contempt he'd earned by harrassing teenage girls.
He didn't like those nights.