Ok,
Is slander and personal attacks on someone a bannable offense?
I’m looking forward to the moment when it’s finally proven we’re not the same person—because then, I’ll be expecting your apology.
But let’s face it, you won’t have the guts to admit you were wrong, will you? Typical.
And this idea that you can ‘sniff out an IP through words’? That’s just pathetic. Any other superpowers you want to flaunt, kiddo?
For the record, I’m not even in the U.S. I write stories set there, but I couldn’t care less about who you’re voting for or what paranoid theories you’re spinning.
That said, I’m more than happy to answer legitimate questions from an admin—but certainly not to your pitiful inquisition. (Like, what authority do you think you have, exactly?)
Expressing my views about a tired Hollywood trope isn’t political—it’s just called having an opinion. Unlike you, I haven’t been parading my political preferences across this forum. For the record, I haven’t cast a vote in the last 15 years, and I have no intention to start now, especially after seeing how warped people's minds become, even in unrelated contexts.
My goal here has been simple: to keep this forum alive. I actually care about that. I’m not here to spread any message, just to keep the place buzzing, improve my craft, and maybe help others along the way.
I actually think that the readers of this forum have enough brain-cells to develop an opinion of their own. They don't need me, nor you to have an ideology.
I will sit down and talk with anyone, as long as we trade on a basis of mutual respect , assuming my presence here is nothing but a Trojan horse, is not only utterly disrespectful, it is borderline insulting... To yourself.
And just to be 100% fair, I’m currently working on a story that explores a sapphic journey—how my heroine comes to terms with her sexuality... So, if we’re being honest, I wouldn’t exactly be the ideal guest at a conservative family dinner. Neither would my opinions.
You can criticize my work, my movie reviews, and dislike them as much as you want, but trying to trap me in a category of your own making is exactly what my folks and I have been running from for decades.
I remember when I used to be chased by dozens of kids at school, forced to hide in the restrooms because of the color of my shirt.
I'm not trying to squeeze tears from you, soulless wretch — just know that the feeling your words provoke is eerily reminiscent of that day. Not that you'd care. I know fiends like you too well, draping yourselves in a mantle of virtue, in a pitiful attempt to occult their inner demons.
My name is Malice, and I wear it proudly.
I don't need to parade my 'virtues' loudly.
I'm bound for hell, more than likely.
Just scroll through my history, you'll see.
Yet, only St peter or the Devil shall decide my fate, not some miserable monster. (Though I’m not sure you're even worthy of such an honorific title.)
I consider myself queer, and I watched 'Bros'—thought it was awful. So, have I crossed a line? Should I disclose my full name, address, and medical records while I’m at it? Even then, it probably wouldn’t be enough.
What’s the next stage? Once I clear your doubts about my legitimacy, will I also need to justify that I’m not an inter-dimensional child molester?
Or will I have to write a 15000 words essay on what the meaning of the word ‘is’ is?
The interstellar void and your delusions have something in common: their inherent infinity remains an ever-perplexing endeavor for scientists worldwide.
But that's fine. I'm sure you feel entitled to insult unapologetically, cowering behind your ideology as you would behind a shield.
I stopped believing in the cause you defend the day I realized that following people like you only leads to an auto-da-fé.
I will not stop commenting in this forum, will keep the political shoite to a minimum, not because of you, but because it's already what I've been doing all this time.
By the way, check the time stamps on my messages, genius. It’s currently ten to one where I am. I’ve wasted enough time addressing your "points"—or, as the proud people of Ireland would say, your load of shoite.
If you can’t grasp that, go cook yourself a rock and stop spreading your toxicity around.
If I hurt you prior to this message, I sincerely apologize, that was not my intention—until now. That said, I kindly invite you to spend some intimate moments with your lonesomeness, so the rest of us can enjoy some peace.
Are you alright? Any craic? How them lemons taste?
I’d wish you a speedy recovery, but...
