Karkat Vantas ♋ carcinoGeneticist (
cancercarcino) wrote in
dear_mun2014-08-04 01:04 am
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Dragging him kicking and screaming out of retirement to
ryslig
YOU KNOW, JUST ONCE I'D LIKE TO KNOW WHAT THE HELL ACTUALLY GOES ON IN THAT DEMENTED THINK PAN OF YOURS.
I WAS ACTUALLY ENJOYING MY TIME AWAY FROM YOUR SHITTY PLANS AND PLOTTING AROUND, BECAUSE IT MEANT I DIDN'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT WHETHER OR NOT I'D BE PLACED IN IMMEDIATE BODILY HARM OR SUBJECTED TO ONE OF THE MANY HUMILIATIONS THAT YOU FUCKING MUNS TEND TO CONCOCT FOR YOUR OWN SICK AMUSEMENT.
I THOUGHT YOU WERE DONE WITH ME, AND HONESTLY I WOULD HAVE BEEN FINE WITH YOU JUST KICKING ME OUT AND FINDING SOME OTHER DUNKASS TO PISS AROUND WITH.
BUT NO, YOU JUST *HAD* TO GO AND FIND THAT STUPID GAME AND DRAG ME BACK INTO ANOTHER ONE OF YOUR GODDAMN MESSED UP "FUN TIMES" DIDN'T YOU?
WHY COULDN'T YOU JUST PERFORATE MY BULGE WITH A CULLING FORK? THAT WOULD BE INFINITELY LESS PAINFUL THAN PUTTING UP WITH YOUR SHIT.
AND DON'T EVEN TRY TO SELL ME ON THE CONCEPT OF HAVING THE PLEASURE OF BEING MUTATED EVEN FURTHER INTO AN EVEN BIGGER ABOMINATION AGAINST ALL THINGS NATURAL, BECAUSE NEWSFLASH! I'M NOT BUYING INTO YOUR BULLSHIT!
HAS IT OCCURRED TO YOU THAT I DON'T PARTICULARLY *WANT* TO TURN INTO A RAINBOW DRINKER, OR A DEVIL-BEAST OR SOME OTHER MONSTROSITY??
OF FUCKING COURSE IT HASN'T BECAUSE TALKING TO YOU IS LIKE TALKING TO A DEAF CHOLERBEAR WHO'S PASSED OUT FROM DROWNING ITSELF IN A PUDDLE OF ITS OWN VOMIT AFTER EATING SOMETHING PARTICULARLY RANCID.
NO, YOU KNOW WHAT? FUCK IT, I'M DONE BASHING MY SKULL AGAINST THE METAPHORICAL WALL THAT IS YOUR ABILITY TO LISTEN TO WHAT I HAVE TO SAY, I'M FUCKING RESIGNED TO MY FATE AT THIS POINT.
I WAS ACTUALLY ENJOYING MY TIME AWAY FROM YOUR SHITTY PLANS AND PLOTTING AROUND, BECAUSE IT MEANT I DIDN'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT WHETHER OR NOT I'D BE PLACED IN IMMEDIATE BODILY HARM OR SUBJECTED TO ONE OF THE MANY HUMILIATIONS THAT YOU FUCKING MUNS TEND TO CONCOCT FOR YOUR OWN SICK AMUSEMENT.
I THOUGHT YOU WERE DONE WITH ME, AND HONESTLY I WOULD HAVE BEEN FINE WITH YOU JUST KICKING ME OUT AND FINDING SOME OTHER DUNKASS TO PISS AROUND WITH.
BUT NO, YOU JUST *HAD* TO GO AND FIND THAT STUPID GAME AND DRAG ME BACK INTO ANOTHER ONE OF YOUR GODDAMN MESSED UP "FUN TIMES" DIDN'T YOU?
WHY COULDN'T YOU JUST PERFORATE MY BULGE WITH A CULLING FORK? THAT WOULD BE INFINITELY LESS PAINFUL THAN PUTTING UP WITH YOUR SHIT.
AND DON'T EVEN TRY TO SELL ME ON THE CONCEPT OF HAVING THE PLEASURE OF BEING MUTATED EVEN FURTHER INTO AN EVEN BIGGER ABOMINATION AGAINST ALL THINGS NATURAL, BECAUSE NEWSFLASH! I'M NOT BUYING INTO YOUR BULLSHIT!
HAS IT OCCURRED TO YOU THAT I DON'T PARTICULARLY *WANT* TO TURN INTO A RAINBOW DRINKER, OR A DEVIL-BEAST OR SOME OTHER MONSTROSITY??
OF FUCKING COURSE IT HASN'T BECAUSE TALKING TO YOU IS LIKE TALKING TO A DEAF CHOLERBEAR WHO'S PASSED OUT FROM DROWNING ITSELF IN A PUDDLE OF ITS OWN VOMIT AFTER EATING SOMETHING PARTICULARLY RANCID.
NO, YOU KNOW WHAT? FUCK IT, I'M DONE BASHING MY SKULL AGAINST THE METAPHORICAL WALL THAT IS YOUR ABILITY TO LISTEN TO WHAT I HAVE TO SAY, I'M FUCKING RESIGNED TO MY FATE AT THIS POINT.
