I am so deeply, in the darkest pits of my being, SICK OF THIS DUDE. And now there’s more than one of him, which frankly, ONE was already far too many of him to ever exist. If they all died tomorrow I would still never be at peace because I’d know that there are other versions of him in existence and that very knowledge would, will, and has haunted me to the ends of the earth. If you ground every version of this freak in existence into a fine powder, incinerated it, and fed it to a black hole, and then removed the black hole from existence entirely, reality would still be poisoned by even the smallest flicker of a memory of him. Thank you and good afternoon. Fuck. #vaugeposting
Kult: +5
Total: 5