Yes, this is my Gamespot tirade. The way I see it, as a big contributer to this forum I am long overdue for a particularly ferocious tirade. Well, this is that tirade.
Where to begin? I don't know quite how to say it, but I'm mad at everything that I'm seeing around me. I can't even look at my own hands without seeing a rather large version of me staring at my hands. This really didn't make sense to me, but it shows how angry I have become.
How did things get this way? Who can really say? In times such as these - the way I see it - it's common sense to keep your head on your shoulders and read the paper once in a while. I understand my time has already come and past, and with little left to do or say, I pass on my message to future generations.
Take heart, young ones. For you are the future. With one glorious swipe, most things can be undone. But does that really mean I exist at all? I give my hopes to the future I believe in, knowing full well those ants are coming for me. Or maybe, just maybe, I am the one in the trunk after all. Wouldn't that be ironic?
Flame on, sheep. I'm ready.
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