Thursday, April 06, 2006
I'm Mean and I love it
I'm being a mean person and I am doing it on purpose. Why? Because it doesn't pay to be nice. I've been nice all my life and lets see, what did I get? Which is why I am making it my aim to fuck up the lives of all the kids I see in Maple. All the better if they cry. Their stupidity and inability to type a coherent sentence makes them unworthy to even talk to me. In fact, they should be honoured that I am wasting my precious time educating them. The education system can't do a good job anyway. Their parents can't do a good job anyway. Let their kids suffer for all they care. Its their doing. If anyone, blame your mama or papa.
If they had an adequate level of language proficiency, they would be able to defend themselves. Children nowadays are full of themselves and have absolutely no sense of humility. Thats on top of being incapable of basic manners and common sense. Children doesn't mean aged 1-12 nowadays, and thats the sad thing. It even extends to pple aged 18 and above. I'm legally an adult now, so I have the right to say that. If you have the intelligence, you can choose to contest my opinions with facts or with logical opinions. if you have the humility, you can choose to back away from a hostile situation and choose to learn from me instead. However, it takes a really stupid and incredibly moronic kid to contest someone better than you, just for the sake of doing so. Isn't that akin to committing suicide? Your death, your way.
Honestly, I hope all of you just die playing Maple. Save the world some space for those who really need it. You stupid kids are a total waste of Oxygen and Nitrogen. The food used to make you bloody kids so fat could be used on people who truly want to survive in a third world country. The money spent on your education, which imo, is a waste of resources since you are still such a flaming imbecile, could be spent on environmental efforts or humanitarian projects. Don't make me laugh so hard at your feeble comebacks, which soon degenerates into a name calling fest. Just die. Bleed and die. Suffer the pain. Maybe that will knock some sense into you. If not, just die. I encourage you to kill yourself over a game. I encourage you to kill yourself over a broken up relationship. You don't need the pity, because you don't deserve it.
;I CREATED A SHEEP!
12:30 AM