Name: As far as you know shadowroamer
Age: 16
Birthday: January 18th, 1991
Appearance: naturally light blonde hair, blue eyes, 5 foot 9 inches tall, average weight, wear glasses... umm...yah that's me.
Sex: Female
Hobbies: Reading, writing, horse back riding, hanging with friends and family, field hockey, checking out the male population lol, you know that kind of thing.
You should know now that not all my work is perfect I do look over it but I don't catch everything so please be nice when it comes to that I'm only a pitiful human.
Also please look at the below and spread this around because it's disgusting. Some person is flaming young writers and these are some of his obnoxious reviews:
Congratulations! Your atrocious attempt at a fic has been chosen to receive a limited edition Flame Rising challenge flame.
Do enjoy:
So…you’ve decided somehow that you’re a writer. You’ve decided that this egregious representation of the English language is what you want to post for all the world to see.
Well, that’s just superingcrapalisticextradouchealicious.
Why, you may ask? Well, you see, an ambidextrous monkey flying out of my grandmother’s a.s.s could have written it better—with his left or right paw. I would rather be disemboweled by an elephant or vomit chunks of undercooked pancakes than read this s.h.i.t. I would even prefer to contract Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanokoniosis from breathing residuary volcanic dust or be defenestrated by a hairy lunatic wearing velvet from the tallest building in the country than read this diarrhea you call a story.
Before I conclude, let me interpolate something here. Once upon a time, I suffered from Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia. But now, the numbers 6.6.6 no longer frighten me. No, now, the thought of people like you, a fan fiction pipsqueak, considering yourselves to be authors—that truly frightens the unswankified pants off of me.
So that I don’t appear disrespectful or heartless, I’ll offer a piece of invaluable advice: don’t bother sending a review reply or a PM. They’ll immediately be sent to my collection in the anthology of “I Don’t Give a Flying S.h.i.t” in the chapter entitled “Doofuses Who Think I Give Three F.u.c.k.s About What They Have to Say”.
I think that just about covers it
If you need to read more look below:
May I ask you a personal question? Yes? Su-f.u.c.k.i.n.g-perb. Here we go: What did you smoke, snort, or otherwise spray up your nose that made you think that you could write?
I am curious.
It must have been something damn good. Spray paint? Lighter fluid? Acid? Because you have to know that no normal human being believes the douched-up excrement you posted for all the world to see is actually a good story. No normal human being tells the English language to bend over, grab its ankles and wait to be violated by the horrors you call “writing”. No normal human being thinks that people on a fan fiction site want to read something that diarrhea out of my dog’s a.s.s could write better. And no normal human being thinks that getting “omg! u r such a go0od wrighter!11!1!” reviews from inbred circus freaks actually makes them a good writer.
Therefore, I must conclude that you were pretty f.u.c.k.e.d-up on something to post it here.
At least, that’s what I hope, if I am to have any faith left in the rest of humanity.
In case you just can’t see the message behind my philosophical ramblings, I’ll put it into words even you can understand:
YOUR STORY IS S.H.I.T.
Oh there is so more
Congratulations. You are the official proof that people with more teeth than brain cells shouldn’t breed with each other.
Or at all.
What the was going through your douched-up mind when you posted this? That maybe a caravan of inbred clowns would stumble upon it and like it? Because they’d probably be the only ones to overlook the fact that you’ve told the English language to go into a corner, pull down its pants and grab its ankles.
Or, hell, maybe that was insulting to inbred clowns everywhere.
Now, why don’t you do a favor to those clowns, and the rest of humanity, and play 52 card pick up on a freeway if you're ever tempted to post anything ever again. And, uh, make sure it’s during rush hour.
Yes?
Good?
Phe--nomenal.
Again I ask you spread this because attention needs to be brought to behaviour like this and it needs to be stopped. Thanks.
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