I wrote my first fanfiction.
"Hershel Rosenberg, I am very glad I gave you the Death Note," he finally said. The he decided to get to the heart of the matter.
"Now. You have attended to my needs. Over the last four days, you have asked me unceasing questions on the properties of the Death Note. I admire your cautiouness and intelligence. But I must ask: who will be your first kill? You must use it eventually."
Without hesitation, Hershel Rosenberg walked into his super secret Jewish computer lab, pulled up Google, and typed in "super retarded fan fic writer".
"Sir," he said seriousely as he got the Death Note out of his drawer. "Here is my first kill."
Taking out a pen, he quickly wrote the following into the Death Note:
מוות - Steven Veach
מאת אונס בתחת
"A perfect target," Ryuk said, pleasantly surprised. Over the last few days he had learned that Hershel Rosenberg was an American Jew and a strong supporter of abortion rights and the state of Israel and that he hated bad fanfiction writer with a passion. This was a logical, reasonable target. He approved of his judgement.
"Now, Hershel," Ryuk said ominously. "Watch."
It was hard to go out in public these days. Everybody
laughed at him. Since his Kiwifarms thread got moved out of the proving grounds, everbody laughed at him because of his shitty written fanfictions. And they hated him for being pro-life and an antisemite. He could barely go out in public without watching his back. Still, at least he could got out to get some troon hocker. He needed to find a troon hocker. He ran out of troon cum and he needed his daily dose of troon cum. But first he needed to get some new troon porn. He has heard about some shitty fake fart porn from some weird Canadian troon. He needed to get it.
"THERE HE IS!"
As he walked out of his local porn shop with some new bought fake fart troon porn, three people rushed towards him. Before he could even respond, two of them hit his legs with some huge woobly dildos and forced him on his knees.
"Well, well, well." Steven Veach's eyes widened in horror as he realized the man who said that was slowly walking towards him with what looked like the Assblaster 5000, all while the two other people who had forced him on his knees held his arms and kept him immobile.
"Steven Veach," the man with the Assblaster 5000 said slowly. Then he started the turbo assdestruction mode of the Assblaster 5000, ready to destroy some ass. "THIS IS FOR MY 6 MILLION JEW BROTHERS, ANTISEMITE!"
"NO NO PLE-"
Any further protests from Steven Veach turned into delightful moaning as he liked it what the Assblaster 5000 in full turbo assdestruction mode did to his ass.
Ten minutes later, Hershel Rosenberg found a delightful message on Israel's Twitter account.
"Holy shit ... someone assblasted Steven Veach's ass with the Assblaster 5000. AND HE LIKED IT! Not kidding. Also not going to lie: he's a fucking faggot."
"Sir," he said, turning to Ryuk and smiling, "this is the beginning of something very gay. Hail Israel!"