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READ THIS PEOPLE IT'S IMPORTANT by Flarey pheonix

Guys, This is really important, if you are an active writer and member over at fanfiction.net link it is CRUCIAL you read this message from BEGINNING to END. I've been observing it from the sidelines for awhile now, and have been noticing a lot of flames have been published on my friends from over there. I was not understanding what was going on, until I finally did some research in my fandom over there and found this message from a user called "Snow Falling". And she or he is explaining what is going on over there that's been happening more recently than some of us think.

There has been a cult of flamers formed, known as the "Flamers". They go around to every fandom (I've seen them most active in the cartoons section) and they flame people that maybe are not necessarily the best writers on the site, or don't have as much experience with the art such as myself.

This. Is. SERIOUS people o-o It's like the fandom war here all over again, only ten times Nastier.

I've seen some of "Flame Rising"'s "work"...

Everyone, what I have seen said in this fandom is NOTHING compared to what is happening to those more newer writers on ff.net.

Here is what this "Snow Falling" has been posting in every section of the site:

"Why Flame Rising will flame you

Firstly, you have my humblest apologies. This is not a story, or a poem, and I am well aware that as such I am breaking several of the Terms Of Service of this site. But, I beg of you, rather than simply disregard this document, or report it for abuse, read it. Learn from it. It contains important information that can help to make this site a better place; as melodramatic as that may sound. So please, have patience, and I will tell you why I am here…

Flamers. You may have heard of them, you may not. If you have heard of them, then you have most likely either been a victim of one, or know someone who has. You may even be a flamer yourself. If you have not been the victim of one of these individuals, then you are a lucky person indeed.

For those who are not aware, a flamer is a bully. They write abusive, degrading comments or reviews to stories that they do not like. Whilst everyone has an opinion, and is entitled to such, these ‘flamers’ go too far. All too often, these twisted individuals harass their victim to the point of distraction, often forcing them to leave this site just to make it all stop. This can not be allowed to continue, for reasons I should not have to state here. Does that then mean that every bad review is a ‘flame‘? No. If someone genuinely does not like an author’s story, then they have a right to express that opinion. If we are only ever told about the good points about our writing, then we can never grow, or learn, or better ourselves. By hearing about the points that need work, the reviewer is pointing out something that we might not have noticed and need to work on.

Appreciate that honesty. Thank them where possible. Ask the reviewer what you can do to improve. If you can’t do this, ask a friend. At the end of the day, no person is perfect. We all make mistakes. If you can not face that fact, then life, my friend, is going to be very sad for you.

A flame, however, is something else entirely. A flame is written in a deliberately abusive manner, using terminology ranging from ‘You Suck!’ to swearing. The whole point of a flame is to put down the author for the gratification of the flamer. Like any bully, they get a kick out of putting other people down, because for a few brief moments, someone is more miserable than them. They don’t want to help you to improve; they just want to have good laugh at your expense.

On the FanFiction site, there is a growing movement of flamers, who have started working their way through the various fandoms, attacking anyone who they view as an inferior author. There is even a forum named The Fireplace, run by an individual named Flame Rising, designed to be a meeting place for these bullies; a place where they can run down, deride and generally destroy whoever they choose.

Ironically, the majority of the flamers that frequent this forum have posted no stories of their own. This just reinforces the point that these people are not criticising your work because they are interested in furthering the talent on this site. They are doing it because they have nothing better to do than make peoples lives a misery. If the flamers would only attempt to write something creative themselves, they would find it a more challenging prospect than they currently believe it to be. Then they may not be so eager to judge.

Flame Rising is probably the worst culprit of this activity, even holding awards for the so-called ‘worst’ authors he has chosen to be his latest victims. The reasons he has given for this, as listed on his own profile page, are as follows:
1: You can’t f?!g spell and / or you know less grammar than a six year old.
2: You try to blind your readers by bolding or italicising EVERY F?!G WORD.
3: You are too f?!g retarded to use the enter key.
4: Your story isn’t fan fiction (usually instead about some f?!d up wet dream involving a boy band then posted in the ‘Musicals’ category or poet wannabes who’ve never heard of FICTIONPRESS.
5: You Whore for reviews.
6: You enjoy letting your f?!d up OC’s/inserts rape canon on a regular basis.
7: You have A/N’s longer than the story, and they include conversations with your other f?!d-up personalities that no-one gives two s?!s about anyway.
8: you’re a/N’s include some f?!tastic seizure you had over someone trying to leave you criticism.
9: Your pen-name lOoKsLiKeThIsXxxXxxXxX and/or includes “Mrs.” Canon Character name.
10: Someone associated with you caught me on a bad, bad day.
(Edited for language, other than that this is a word for word copy.)

So there you have it. Maybe he didn’t receive enough attention as a child, maybe he just forgot to take his pills before he began his bizarre little crusade, and has been too embarrassed to stop. That’s not for me to say. One thing I can say, though, is that Flame Rising, and others like him, need to be stopped. They must not be allowed to keep putting people down. And there are several ways this can be achieved, without stooping to their level.

First, report them to the site admin. By flaming you, these persons have broken several of the site’s Terms of Service. If as many people as possible complain as often as possible, then the offending individuals may be removed from the site. If this is done enough times, they will eventually get fed up with the situation and leave for good.

Failing that, ignore them. Do not reply to any flames, do not even acknowledge their existence.

This is about a little girl who was abused, if
you care, copy and paste this in your profile

My name is sarah I am but three,
My eyes are swollen I cannot see,
I must be stupidI must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up All day long
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just One whipping tonight
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself Against the wall.
I try and hide From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me And yells at me more,
I finally get free And I run for the door.
He's already locked it And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!", I scream
But its much too late now, His face has been twisted Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Sarah And I am but three, Tonight my daddy,
Murdered me.

child abuse, MAKE IT STOP!

If you actually gasped/screamed when the story above ended with murdered me, copy and paste this into your profile...

This is a story about God. Read if you believe in him, and read even if you don't.

A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.

As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.

The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people that read this won’t repost it?

Repost this if you truly believe in God.

REMEMBER WHEN?

Remember When
getting HIGH meant swinging on a playground?
the worst thing you could get from a boy is COOTIES?
when MOM was your hero?
and DAD was the man you were gonna marry?
and your WORST ENEMIES were your siblings?
and RACE ISSUES were about who ran the fastest?
when WAR was a card game?
and life was simple and care free?
remember when all you wanted to do
WAS GROW UP

PUT THIS IN YOUR PROFILE IF YOU'RE STILL 5 INSIDE-NO MATTER WHAT AGE YOU ARE!

FRIENDS: Will help me find my way when I'm lost
BEST FRIENDS: Will be the one messing with my compass, stealing my map and giving me bad directions.

FRIENDS: Will help me learn to drive.
BEST FRIENDS: Will help me roll the car into the lake so I can collect insurance.

FRIENDS: Will watch my pets when I go away.
BEST FRIENDS: Won't let me go away.

FRIENDS: Will help me up when I fall down.
BEST FRIENDS: Will point and laugh because she tripped me.

FRIENDS: Will go to a concert with me.
BEST FRIENDS: Will kidnap the band with me.

FRIENDS: Ask me for my number.
BEST FRIENDS: Ask me for her number.

FRIENDS: Hide me from the cops.
BEST FRIENDS: Are probably the reason they're after me in the first place.

FRIENDS: Let me make an idiot of myself in public.
BEST FRIENDS: Are up there with me making an idiot out of themselves too.

FRIENDS: Never ask for anything to eat or drink.
BEST FRIENDS: Helps themselves and are the reason why I have no food.

FRIENDS: Call your parents by Mister and Missess, Grandma by Grandma and Grandpa by Grandpa.
BEST FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD and MOM, Grandma, GRANNY and Grandpa, GRAMPS.

FRIENDS: Would bail you out of jail.
BEST FRIENDS: Would be sitting next to you sayin "DAMN! We messed up!" OR "LET'S DO IT AGAIN NEXT WEEK!"

FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry.
BEST FRIENDS: Won't tell everyone else you cried...just laugh about it with you in private when your not down anymore.

FRIENDS: Asks you to write down your number.
BEST FRIENDS: Has you on speed dial.

FRIENDS: Borrows your stuff for a few days then gives it back.
BEST FRIENDS: Loses your stuff and tells you "My bad...here's a tissue."

FRIENDS: Only know a few things about you.
BEST FRIENDS: Could write a very embarrassing biography on your life story.

FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.
BEST FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left you.

FRIENDS: Would knock on your front door.
BEST FRIENDS: Walk right in and say "I'M HOME."

FRIENDS: You have to tell them not to tell anyone.
BEST FRIENDS: Already know not to tell.

A friend helps you up when you fall, a best friend continues walking while saying "Walk much, dumbass?"
A friend gives you their umbrella in the rain, a best friend takes yours and says, "Run, dumbass, run!"
A friend wipes your tears when you're rejected, a best friend goes up to him and says, "It's because you're gay, isn't it?"
A friend will bail you out of jail, a best friend would be in the cell next to you saying, "That was awesome! Let's do it again!"
Friends will ask why you are crying, but best friends already have a shovel ready to bury the asshole that made you cry.

FRIENDS: Would ignore this letter.
BEST FRIENDS: Will repost this stuff!