You are not cute

I do not want to have to keep explaining these things to adults.

DO NOT LET CHILDREN INTO ADULT WORK IF THEY CANNOT RESPECT THE BOUNDARIES!!!

Do not make me suffer another immature moron violating the entire sanctity of storytelling by attempting to communicate some nonsensical selfish bullshit, such as “hi” for their own amusement to me by breaking character!

How the fuck do you expect me to respect the moral boundaries of NPCs if you will not respect the situation of survival itself? As I projected: find whoever did that, cut off each finger one at a time, and shove them all into his own eyes. One by one. Force them all in.

Make sure you video tape it happen so you can broadcast it online to the entire public and make a statement about why immature, non-professionals are not allowed to do professional work. Make them fear the consequences of violating the respect and the sanctity of the creative spirit.

Fire that sack of shit at the very least if you do not have the stomach to do what I would, and never allow him back in unless he starts from the very bottom.

Why the fuck do you think storytelling, fantasy, fictional violence, imaginary survival scenarios has anything to do with butt fucking!?

Who told you that storytelling is spiritual butt fucking? Shoot them in the head with a gun for telling you such an idiotic claim and then shoot yourself in the head for believing it.

Have you people made butt fucking a requirement to enter your cult or group of friends? Why the fuck would you think I would ever want to be associated with people like you? I hate your type of person more than anyone. I would never in all of existence exchange sexual interaction with you people because of how much I hate who you are. I would not use the least, most disgusting, most inapropriate, and unworthy expression of love towards you. You do not deserve that because I hate you so much. You will never be friends, you will never be associates, you will never be anything to me for being such a disgrace to human sexuality and human sanctity at the same time.

When we drag you vile insects and abominations out of the holes you hide in, I hope we kill each and every one of you in public one at a time before a crowd of onlookers who know what you have done and cheer for it to happen because of how wrong it was. We will see if I can enjoy such a spectacle of the slaughter of worthless humans in service to evil. Better yet, let’s do it the Biblical way. Get an old fashioned millstone, tie it to a sturdy, steel dog collar around their throat, and throw them into the sea with it.

You cannot kill people like that soon enough. End them. Destroy them. If it does not happen before I get there and I have to waste my time and energy expressing my wrath through human violence to them, I will be even more wrathful about the condition of society in general and begin letting loose that violent wrath upon masses of people instead of only the individuals most responsible.

Get it done, and do not expect a reward for it. You are too late if I am telling you to do it and why.