Author has written 25 stories for Super Smash Brothers, and Freedom Fighters.
The Disclaimer of Life: If at any point I say something you agree with, then that's what I honestly believe and want to express. If at any point I say something you don't agree with, it was done for satirical purposes.
Like all great authors, this author is dead. You may wonder how it is, then, that you can see this author talk and eat and do other things generally reserved for the living. Well, stop wondering. Just stop it. The point to remember is, when you're discussing the highbrow literature produced by this prolific genius, the author is dead.
Kids, listen up. Don't believe anything you read on the internet. People on the internet are stupid, or else they're trying to trick you. You can't even find different sources and decide for yourself, because you're just as stupid as the rest of us and you'll pick from all the bad stuff while ignoring the good stuff.
This applies to the things I say too. Don't believe me. PLEASE don't believe me.
We are trained to laugh at misfortune, and then it happens to us. When we complain about our misfortune everyone laughs the same way we laughed.
Clearly the only solution to this problem is a permanent ban on laughter.
When writing, don't try to be original. Try to be universal.
I have transcended the good/bad dichotomy. Now where's my medal?
I looked up symptoms of Schizophrenia the other day, desperately hoping I would discover my own insanity and be free from the horror that is self-sufficiency. Instead I learned I'm a normal person.
Life is pain.
I once decided I would try to write from the perspective of a person deeply troubled, who had no place in the world. I wanted to understand what it really meant to be questioning your very identity. This, I had determined, was the key to writing effective characters that could win the reader's sympathy and grow through the story to learn something important. More important than anything was the deep and powerful authenticity I could provide.
So I stuck a finger up my butt.
Now I can't seem to write anything good anymore.
Back when I was a kid, we didn't fuck around. We joked the fuck around. We didn't have time for pretentious shit. I had all the time in the world, but no time for that. Who cares if the things we wrote had errors? So what if we all sounded like hyperactive retarded children? Oh, now somebody wants to get offended? Oh, now we should all self-censor? Fuck that. We enjoyed ourselves and we told jokes and we didn't care what message we were sending.
So you listen here, you shits. Every one of you sit the fuck down and listen. I'm stuck right now, but when I get out of this stuck, and move on with my god damned life, and grow the fuck up, I will rain down a furry like you have never seen before in your life. Then I will kill that furfag bastard and rain down a fury.
Get that? That's comedy. It's shit comedy, but so fuck and fuck you and fuck damn balls I'm fuck high on crack, like my favorite song about Pac-Man fuck. Get inspired and get in the game you cunts.
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