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Job: talentless hack
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---- When the gods wish to punish us, they answer our prayers.
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Entry #51
Oh god. oh jesus shitting buddha christ no!
all that hard work, earning the respect and love of the 13-year-olds on this site through my overrated flash cartoons.....GONE!
I knew something was wrong this morning. I woke up in a cold sweat. My 'internet problems' alarm clock was flashing bright red with the words "ALART"
What could it be??? I quickly rushed to throw on my 1989 Mickey Mouse boxer shorts and fled to my PC.
And what I saw made me burst into tears.
How could they?
HOW COULD THEY DO THIS?
HOW COULD THEY MAR MY CLEAN SLATE ON THIS WEBSITE, WHICH IS THE CAPITOL OF ALL ONLINE CREATIVITY AND ART! WITH SUCH GREAT CARTOONS AS 'Germaine eats chocolate cum' ON THE FRONTPAGE?
I am shattered.
I have nothing now......oh how will my 8-13 fans know the difference between my actual cartoons and the shitty ones. They were all born as harlequin fetuses, after all. They have no eyes. THEY CANT TELL THE DIFFERENCE. Poor fools. Doomed forever to vote 5 on cartoons they cannot view.
Its so cold now.
I am rubbing a butter knife rigorously across my jugular vein in an attempt to end my life.
What have I to live for?
My newgrounds rep is dead. Its the most important thing in the whole entire world. It's the beacon that represents all I have done with my life.
And its dead.
And so shall I, too, die with it.
I will miss you all very much (not really). Goodbye cruel world.
On my gravestone make sure they place this inscription:
"Hey you....get offa my cloud."
and so with tearful solstice, the butter knife tears through my throat. Like a hungry badger through a chicken.
its getting dark.....
i cant feel my toes..... not even jimmy, my special 6th toe
.....I....
.....I...............................I expire.
*ka-thud*
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