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The majority of the fandom is like that, too. It’s pretty cancerous.
lol that was fast

On top of that he thinks I’m some sped he got into a twitter slapfight with.
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As much as I would like to make a thread on this cow, I doubt people would enjoy her content as much as I do (plus I don’t have privileges yet). Anyway, more e-begging.
So many of these shitty artists have potential.
 
I already posted in this thread, way back here, but I realized that I have run into a few more lolcows in my time.

In college, I used to hang out in a lounge where other people waited between classes and got to know some of them. I'm not kidding when I say nearly everyone in that lounge was weird. They were all of the people who couldn't go to "normal" colleges because they would never fit in. (This was a religious college so it was illegal to call them retards.) Here are my favorites.

Moon Mist Man, or Preston, for the intents and purposes of this story, was a mountain of a man. He was tall and obese with teeny tiny glasses. His sandy brown hair was cut into the most magnificent mullet this country has ever seen - very short bangs that never laid down flat and in the back, underneath the mullet, there was one long rat tail. It was usually braided but sometimes, he let that bitch fly free in the wind. Brings tears to my eyes.

He liked to wear the same thing every day: a t-shirt, jean shorts, tennis shoes, and a denim jacket. This denim jacket was special. It had two huge inside pockets, big enough to hold a two liter of poor man's 7-Up perfectly. He would carry one in each side, every day. He was so big that you couldn't even tell they were in there. Preston smelled bad but no one here is surprised, I'm sure. His car broke down on campus in the middle of a snowstorm one time and he slept in the lounge for three days. The stench was unbearable. Also, Preston unapologetically farted a lot.

Preston was very into anime and would loudly proclaim his love of hentai at any chance. He ruined a loosely defined game of Dungeons and Dragons by asking if the cat-person hybrid (long story, assume magic) was in heat, then the cat-person got knocked up by a midget. This resulted in the cat-person having kittens and the player rage-quitting. Preston showed great interest in the sexual intercourse between the characters and made the game so awkward that everyone ended up quitting.

He also had a fursona. Par for the course, I know. It was a blue t-rex that sold tea in a shop. It was not what I expected but he had a lot of fan art of it. It was sort of cute until he showed me smut of it. If I recall correctly, it was being fucked by a dog or wolf or something. Horrifying.

First off, Scott had an amputee fetish and a pregnancy fetish. He was not shy about this.

He was scrawny and had curly hair. He did not go to class, ever, and played video games on his laptop all day. He got pretty deep into League of Legends, spending a lot of money on useless things. I can't remember where he worked but it was not enough to support his expensive habits.

Scott had a girlfriend, Eliza. This bitch was afraid to brush her hair and did not have a good reason for this. She was fat and was also afraid to shower. She did not attend the college but would occasionally visit, which was not a fun time for anyone. Scott and Eliza ignored each other the entire time, even while they were sitting side by side. Most people wondered if they even really liked each other until Scott proposed to her.

Scott's brother Billy was trying to steal his girl too, so that was a weird, tense, nonverbal autistic slap fight. Scott eventually won the girl but I'm fairly sure Billy was fucking her behind his back. By the end, everyone was 100% certain that the brothers and Eliza were in a three-way relationship. Strange birds.

Jack was a tall, skinny white boy with dark hair. Dark bags. Dark eyes. He literally looked like he walked out of a Tim Burton movie except voiced by Ted Bundy instead of Johnny Depp. He had this odd lilting sing-song voice that was low and soft. It was taunting, in a way. He creeped me out. His father was a big shot and had a lot of money, so no one really bothered him.

For Christmas that year, someone decided that it would be fun to make gifts for each other, Secret Santa style. I liked this idea and made something nice for whoever I got. I don't remember now.

What I do remember was that I was unlucky enough to have Jack as my Secret Santa. He gave me a rolled up book that he had obviously made himself. It had a construction paper cover, tied together with string, and had some drawings. Everything was handwritten. From what I can remember, it was a 6 or 7 page story about some 20-something woman who was waiting for Santa. It went from 0-100 really fast because Santa came onto her and she was a willing participant in some sick borderline rape shit. I blocked out a lot but there was something about the woman "sucking Santa's big red peppermint stick of a cock" and shoving an elf up one of their asses. There were drawings of this happening. It was highly disturbing. It was also obviously not a joke. Everyone else thought it was though.

I'd had a few interactions with him before, like talking to him in class occasionally, but nothing more. He was almost literally a complete stranger.

To this day, Jack is the only person I've ever met where I've wondered if there are bodies in the basement. Or if he was looking to start putting some there.

Andrew was one of the weirder ones. He had a brother on campus, who was not nearly as weird and was actually kind of nice. Andrew was fat, with a big hanging jowl that quivered when he spoke. He always had food on his shirt and face. He was autistic and made sure you knew it. Andrew and his brother's parents were both professors at the school so the two went to college for free. It showed.

Andrew was a pest. He would try to jump into cars when some of the students would go to lunch, so that he could go too. It got to the point where people had to sneak out and not speak about lunch plans out loud or he would invite himself. There was no stopping him. He had no shame.

He liked to play the loose version of Dungeons and Dragons that some of the students played. From what I could tell, the premise was that each person would pick a character that they wanted to be in the game, then the dungeon master would roll the dice. Roll high and the dm would give you what you wanted. Roll low and the dm would make up something funny and related, but not what you asked for. The game continued like this for setting and for general movements throughout. Players could ask questions about other people's characters and the dm would roll the dice to see if those things were true or not. The dm would always choose funny things so that the whole group was enjoying themselves.

No one liked it when Andrew joined in. Other players were making characters such as Shrek, Daft Punk, a salamander with wings, and vintage(!) Bill Cosby. He would join as himself, which initially was not an issue. The other players would be in a setting such as a park doing something autistic but Andrew would ask to do his own storyline. That was where shit got strange. Andrew would ask to get his self-insert high, then go to Taco Bell. He asked for his character to start masterbaiting, so the dm made him rip his dick off.

They thought that might solve the problem by showing him what would happen if he played like a pervert but it did not. He asked to rejoin as a magician. The dm allowed it. He wanted to run a Chinese restaurant as a job and the dm allowed it. He asked that it be a sex massage parlor too and the dm denied that. He asked for an Asian wife so that he could have sex with her because he "has a fetish." One player asked how old the wife was and the dm made her 13 years old. He asked to perform a magic trick for the kids outside his "Chinese restaurant and sex massage parlor" and the dm made him expose himself. The police were called in-game and his character was carted off to jail as a pedophile. I think Martha Stewart killed him in jail with her laser eyes.

He threw a fit and asked why the other players were being so mean to him. He was told that he was being a pervert and he cried in front of everyone. His brother laughed and called him a dumbass. A day later, someone said that he was playing with himself in the bathroom.

What a smooth-brained monogloid.

Sofia was a very thin girl who had long scraggly hair and glasses. She was childish and looked more like a young teenager than a college-aged student. She would role play Pokemon often with PurpleKeckleon (what a crossover!) and she would try to explain it to me. I didn't really understand what she was doing because it was a long comic-type role play and I stopped playing at Crystal, so I just went along with it.

She did draw well but she started to use that talent to draw hardcore furry porn. Sometimes they were Pokemon but I remember the anthropomorphic wolves the most. I struggle to forget. The one wolf was banging the shit out of the other one, slobbery nasty cock with veins all over it and a gaping wolf pussy in plain view. She showed this monstrosity to me in public. I took a long scalding shower when I got home just to feel clean.

I forgot something when I wrote this originally. She had Pokesonas, I guess Pokemon fursonas. Hers was a shiny Ninetales and her boyfriend's was a Squirtle with a bandana. She drew those having sex too. I thought I was horrified when the first smut pic came along of the wolves. At least they were the same species! Turtle on wolf was legitimately frightening.

Funnily enough, she was friends with Crazy Jack.


I think this is it for the lounge, but I do have a few others from high school if y'all want to see them.
 
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I already posted in this thread, way back here, but I realized that I have run into a few more lolcows in my time.

In college, I used to hang out in a lounge where other people waited between classes and got to know some of them. I'm not kidding when I say nearly everyone in that lounge was weird. They were all of the people who couldn't go to "normal" colleges because they would never fit in. (This was a religious college so it was illegal to call them exceptional individuals.) Here are my favorites.

Moon Mist Man, or Preston, for the intents and purposes of this story, was a mountain of a man. He was tall and obese with teeny tiny glasses. His sandy brown hair was cut into the most magnificent mullet this country has ever seen - very short bangs that never laid down flat and in the back, underneath the mullet, there was one long rat tail. It was usually braided but sometimes, he let that bitch fly free in the wind. Brings tears to my eyes.

He liked to wear the same thing every day: a t-shirt, jean shorts, tennis shoes, and a denim jacket. This denim jacket was special. It had two huge inside pockets, big enough to hold a two liter of poor man's 7-Up perfectly. He would carry one in each side, every day. He was so big that you couldn't even tell they were in there. Preston smelled bad but no one here is surprised, I'm sure. His car broke down on campus in the middle of a snowstorm one time and he slept in the lounge for three days. The stench was unbearable. Also, Preston unapologetically farted a lot.

Preston was very into anime and would loudly proclaim his love of hentai at any chance. He ruined a loosely defined game of Dungeons and Dragons by asking if the cat-person hybrid (long story, assume magic) was in heat, then the cat-person got knocked up by a midget. This resulted in the cat-person having kittens and the player rage-quitting. Preston showed great interest in the sexual intercourse between the characters and made the game so awkward that everyone ended up quitting.

He also had a fursona. Par for the course, I know. It was a blue t-rex that sold tea in a shop. It was not what I expected but he had a lot of fan art of it. It was sort of cute until he showed me smut of it. If I recall correctly, it was being fucked by a dog or wolf or something. Horrifying.

First off, Scott had an amputee fetish and a pregnancy fetish. He was not shy about this.

He was scrawny and had curly hair. He did not go to class, ever, and played video games on his laptop all day. He got pretty deep into League of Legends, spending a lot of money on useless things. I can't remember where he worked but it was not enough to support his expensive habits.

Scott had a girlfriend, Eliza. This bitch was afraid to brush her hair and did not have a good reason for this. She was fat and was also afraid to shower. She did not attend the college but would occasionally visit, which was not a fun time for anyone. Scott and Eliza ignored each other the entire time, even while they were sitting side by side. Most people wondered if they even really liked each other until Scott proposed to her.

Scott's brother Billy was trying to steal his girl too, so that was a weird, tense, nonverbal autistic slap fight. Scott eventually won the girl but I'm fairly sure Billy was fucking her behind his back. By the end, everyone was 100% certain that the brothers and Eliza were in a three-way relationship. Strange birds.

Jack was a tall, skinny white boy with dark hair. Dark bags. Dark eyes. He literally looked like he walked out of a Tim Burton movie except voiced by Ted Bundy instead of Johnny Depp. He had this odd lilting sing-song voice that was low and soft. It was taunting, in a way. He creeped me out. His father was a big shot and had a lot of money, so no one really bothered him.

For Christmas that year, someone decided that it would be fun to make gifts for each other, Secret Santa style. I liked this idea and made something nice for whoever I got. I don't remember now.

What I do remember was that I was unlucky enough to have Jack as my Secret Santa. He gave me a rolled up book that he had obviously made himself. It had a construction paper cover, tied together with string, and had some drawings. Everything was handwritten. From what I can remember, it was a 6 or 7 page story about some 20-something woman who was waiting for Santa. It went from 0-100 really fast because Santa came onto her and she was a willing participant in some sick borderline rape shit. I blocked out a lot but there was something about the woman "sucking Santa's big red peppermint stick of a cock" and shoving an elf up one of their asses. There were drawings of this happening. It was highly disturbing. It was also obviously not a joke. Everyone else thought it was though.

I'd had a few interactions with him before, like talking to him in class occasionally, but nothing more. He was almost literally a complete stranger.

To this day, Jack is the only person I've ever met where I've wondered if there are bodies in the basement. Or if he was looking to start putting some there.

Andrew was one of the weirder ones. He had a brother on campus, who was not nearly as weird and was actually kind of nice. Andrew was fat, with a big hanging jowl that quivered when he spoke. He always had food on his shirt and face. He was autistic and made sure you knew it. Andrew and his brother's parents were both professors at the school so the two went to college for free. It showed.

Andrew was a pest. He would try to jump into cars when some of the students would go to lunch, so that he could go too. It got to the point where people had to sneak out and not speak about lunch plans out loud or he would invite himself. There was no stopping him. He had no shame.

He liked to play the loose version of Dungeons and Dragons that some of the students played. From what I could tell, the premise was that each person would pick a character that they wanted to be in the game, then the dungeon master would roll the dice. Roll high and the dm would give you what you wanted. Roll low and the dm would make up something funny and related, but not what you asked for. The game continued like this for setting and for general movements throughout. Players could ask questions about other people's characters and the dm would roll the dice to see if those things were true or not. The dm would always choose funny things so that the whole group was enjoying themselves.

No one liked it when Andrew joined in. Other players were making characters such as Shrek, Daft Punk, a salamander with wings, and vintage(!) Bill Cosby. He would join as himself, which initially was not an issue. The other players would be in a setting such as a park doing something autistic but Andrew would ask to do his own storyline. That was where shit got strange. Andrew would ask to get his self-insert high, then go to Taco Bell. He asked for his character to start masterbaiting, so the dm made him rip his dick off.

They thought that might solve the problem by showing him what would happen if he played like a pervert but it did not. He asked to rejoin as a magician. The dm allowed it. He wanted to run a Chinese restaurant as a job and the dm allowed it. He asked that it be a sex massage parlor too and the dm denied that. He asked for an Asian wife so that he could have sex with her because he "has a fetish." One player asked how old the wife was and the dm made her 13 years old. He asked to perform a magic trick for the kids outside his "Chinese restaurant and sex massage parlor" and the dm made him expose himself. The police were called in-game and his character was carted off to jail as a pedophile. I think Martha Stewart killed him in jail with her laser eyes.

He threw a fit and asked why the other players were being so mean to him. He was told that he was being a pervert and he cried in front of everyone. His brother laughed and called him a dumbass. A day later, someone said that he was playing with himself in the bathroom.

What a smooth-brained monogloid.

Sofia was a very thin girl who had long scraggly hair and glasses. She was childish and looked more like a young teenager than a college-aged student. She would role play Pokemon often with PurpleKeckleon (what a crossover!) and she would try to explain it to me. I didn't really understand what she was doing because it was a long comic-type role play and I stopped playing at Crystal, so I just went along with it.

She did draw well but she started to use that talent to draw hardcore furry porn. Sometimes they were Pokemon but I remember the anthropomorphic wolves the most. I struggle to forget. The one wolf was banging the shit out of the other one, slobbery nasty cock with veins all over it and a gaping wolf pussy in plain view. She showed this monstrosity to me in public. I took a long scalding shower when I got home just to feel clean.

Funnily enough, she was friends with Crazy Jack.


I think this is it for the lounge, but I do have a few others from high school if y'all want to see them.
Does Sofia post this shit online? The smut is getting stagnant online.
OT: I'd love to see what crazy shit you could post from high school. I had this one kid in my art history class who was honestly pretty talented but was a wild little shit when I knew him. He literally took a piss on a stairway landing once. Overall, a nice kid who was honestly talented but he had some issues so I was the only guy to hang with him at the time since we were both outcasts at that point.
 
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Does Sofia post this shit online? The smut is getting stagnant online.

I just looked through her DeviantArt and one of her role-play Tumblrs. I didn't see anything questionable, unfortunately she seems to have been smart enough to keep her creepy sex pictures separate.
 
Welcome to high school!

Wolfie was one of the school 'tards. We had sped classrooms and he was in them, but for some reason, I saw him more than the others.

Wolfie was very short, about 5'1. He had dark black hair, cut fairly short. He was a hairy guy, with long wiry hairs on his chest and arms. He had a pair of crooked wire-rimmed glasses with lenses so thick they'd slide down his nose all the time. He honestly looked like he was 50 years old, just lost in a high school. He also howled. Often. You could hear him all the way down the hallway as the tard wranglers took him down.

We called him Wolfie because he was convinced that he was a wolf. I blame Twilight. He said that he had a "spirit tail" and that he was actually a wolf, but no one else could see it due to magic. His tard girlfriend Kara was nutso too, claiming that she was a vampire. The two would hang on each other and show awful public displays of affection. He would full-blown feel her up in the lunchroom, to the horror of his wranglers. They would tell long, drawn-out stories of their sex life. Apparently, they bit each other in visible places until they drew blood. They would also have hickies all over their necks and chests and would delightfully point them out to people.

A fun interesting fact about Wolfie is that he said that he lived on blood. Period blood. More specifically, the period blood of his sped vampire girlfriend. He would tell stories of eating out his girlfriend while she was on her period and said that it was just recycled blood from the people she drank from. Like she was a fucking hemo-Brita filter.

One time, he got pretty pissed off by the people who were making fun of him so he cried and threw a chair through one of the internal library windows into the hallway. When his wranglers came to calm him down, he threw himself on the floor and had a tantrum. Wolfie forcibly shit his pants to avoid capture and ran down the hallway, wet turds falling out of his pant leg until the security guard tackled him.

Fun times.

I'm going to call this guy Joe because that was his name. Fuck you, Joe. :alog: (If this story sounds familiar, I've told it somewhere else on the interwebs.)

Joe was a hulking senior football player who was as dumb as a sack of shit. He was tall and had short hair, almost down to the scalp, on an uncomfortably square head. He also thought he was super funny but in reality, was just annoying. He would say rude things to pretty much everyone. A lot of people didn't like him. I met him maybe once. I'm sure he did other insane lolcow things but this one by far takes the cake.

Our school had a vocational area where students could learn to build homes or auto mechanics. This was in the back of the school and had doors leading to the outside. Sometimes, the teacher would open those doors to catch a breeze. Most students did not go back there because most students did not take those classes, so it was usually quiet.

At the end of the school year, the students suggested that they have a party during class. The teacher agreed that this was a good idea. Joe asked if he could bring a chicken. The teacher, confused, asked why they wouldn't be allowed to and Joe didn't answer. He must have had some guys who were helping him, because on the day of the party, they picked up two live chickens from one of the guy's family farms. I think the other guys were under the impression that this would be a funny prank but that's not what ended up happening.

The chickens were brought in through the back doors of the vocational room when no one was paying much attention. The teacher was setting up the party foods and drinks, so he didn't notice. Joe took one of the chickens and cut its head off with a table saw. Everyone found out that the "prank" was actually animal cruelty, and the teacher stepped into action. He snatched the other chicken and held it to make sure that it wasn't killed as well. Joe was laughing. There was blood everywhere, including flecked all over Joe's face. The story goes that the teacher was ready to beat Joe's ass but other students held him back. I don't think anyone would have blamed him.

There was a big to-do about Joe and whether or not to let him graduate. It was on the news but I'm having trouble finding the article now, as it was from nearly ten years ago. He did graduate but was not allowed to walk across the stage. I haven't heard of him since. He apparently said he didn't do it and that he was the one who "saved" the chicken but I'm not inclined to believe it. He has a picture with one of the chickens on his Facebook from back then.

The other chicken the teacher saved became his pet. I think he might still have that chicken.

Ms. Grant was the Spanish teacher. She had been at the school since my parents went there 20 years before I did. She was easily 65 or 70 years old but my parents said that she has always been this way. She had shoulder-length curly hair and always wore long, flowy skirts and dresses. She was always wide-eyed and paranoid, pulling her wheeled briefcase behind her at full speed in her chunky heels. She looked like a fortune teller who had completely lost her mind.

No one ever learned any Spanish in Ms. Grant's class. I took Latin and French, so I missed her antics, but here's what I heard from everyone. Students and teachers alike.

- She would write on the board, then turn around and start accusing students of bewitching her. Sometimes, students played tricks on her but only after they learned how mentally unstable she was. I remember one time, the students turned all of the desks around to face backwards before she entered the room. When she came in, she freaked out and left the room. She didn't come back.
- Ms. Grant would send students to the office for no reason. Legitimately no reason at all. When the student made it to the principal's office, they would ask the student why he or she was there and the student could never actually answer. The principal would just sigh and let the student sit in her office for the rest of the class period.
- The grand finale was that she was terrified of leprechauns. If someone suggested that they had seen a leprechaun, she would leave the classroom and would not return. She would not come to school on St. Patrick's Day at all.

The next two guys, I met while I was in high school but they did not attend.

This one requires backstory. My parents ran a haunted house attraction in my area for about 5 years. It was fun but it attracted a lot of unsavory types. Sometimes, people were just looking for a hobby and were a little odd. Sometimes, people were completely batshit crazy.

Luke was batshit crazy.

He was about 30 years old and had short cropped light hair. He was heavy around the middle due to unmanaged diabetes, something he gave no shits about and he ate whatever he wanted (usually candy). When you encountered Luke, you could tell something was up with him. He kind of slunk around most of the time and didn't typically bother anyone.

I personally have seen Luke do the following:
- claim that he can make the wind blow. He said that he learned this from his travels in Asia when he was younger. The trick to making the wind blow was complete silence from awestruck onlookers while he sat cross-legged on the picnic bench. He would start making weird chanting noises and raised his hands to the sky. We were at the top of a hill, so the wind did, in fact, blow. Luke then told us that he had magical powers.
- crush pills with a 100+ year old brick from the haunted house and snort them off the brick with just his nose. It was impressive.
- pound needles into his shaven head with a hammer to look like Pinhead for Halloween. He also put two in a cross between his eyes. These naturally got infected and he told everyone that the gaping hole in his head was his third eye opening up. He lived and managed to procreate. His kid is stupid but not as much as his father, thankfully.

Creepy Cole was... well, creepy. He was a fat 30-something with red hair who smelled like dog shit and was a close talker. His breath was rancid. Cole would try to corner young girls to speak with. It was never anything outwardly weird, it was just super uncomfortable. He was likely autistic, the scary kind. Cole always wanted to talk about a room idea he had that concerned Killer Klowns from Outer Space. That idea never got off of the ground, obviously

He was adopted as a child into a sweet family. When he was out at the haunted house, he received a Facebook message from a woman claiming to be his real mother and another from a woman claiming to be his real sister. He met with the woman claiming to be his real mother and sweet Jesus, it was apparent to anyone that this was the truth. Amy looked exactly like Cole would if he wore a shoulder-length blonde wig. Same stature and everything. She acted like him too, super creepy. He kept messaging the supposed sister on Facebook but didn't yet meet her.

Amy and Cole got a little too close for comfort. I accidentally saw them romantically involved, kissing and the like. It's not like they were trying to hide it, they were doing it right out in the open. I'm sure they probably had sex too. It was like watching two pigs rutting, squeals and all. I've never been the same.

The sister, Callie, came out to the haunted house as well to meet with Cole. It was interesting because she bore a resemblance to Cole and Amy but not as uncanny. She warned him against meeting with their mother, as Amy had had severe drug and alcohol issues before, during, and after her pregnancy with him, thus the whole reason she gave him up in the first place. Callie had lived with Amy since her birth, having never been taken away, so she knew the whole story. Amy still struggled with addiction.

When Callie found out what her brother and mother had been doing sexually, she lost her mind. She was screaming at them in front of everyone else, then left, never to be seen again.

Eventually, Amy and Cole stopped seeing each other. The reason why is not known, but during the next year at the haunted house, he said that she had passed away. He wanted to spread her ashes inside the house, as it was their "most important memory together." FUCK THAT, DUDE. He was made to leave.

At another point in time, I watched Cole eat an entire package of barely-cooked hot dogs. No buns, just straight off the concession stand warmer. They had only been cooking for about 30 seconds when he horked them all down, one after the other. He then complained that he was still hungry. It was bizarre.

Any edit I make is for clarity's sake.
 
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@TheImportantFart EPISODE IX READ.

I'M FULL OF RAGE, AND MY FOLKS CHANGED MY ROOM TO A CAGE
The girly gets a girly Starfighter. How did you scare Phoebe off?
'That looks like debris... what happened here? ' Something extremely cheesy. :smug:
'Thank The Force'? I don't think you can thank a supernatural bond Rufus.
'By Yoda's Ears'? Christ Rufus, you're not even trying are you?
How much more bad news? There's still 63 pages of this shit left!
If this message is so important, why not let Jace deliver the message? Oh yeah...
You know what? I just read 'Galagala' as Gallagher and I think it would be fun to imagine her talking like Liam.
Boba is not a brat Rufus.
That's better.
'Our message should only really be for Master Luke’s ears'. 'I’ve decided there’ll be no more secrets among us Jedi anymore. Anything you can say to me can be said to anyone else.' Varda and Galagala look a bit uncertain at this, but press on anyway. 'OK, Master Luke, the Sith have somehow gotten ahold of your extranet history...'
Ooh! Exposition! Not seen that in a while!
Darth Plageuis? And I thought bringing back Palpy was dumb...
Ugh, more exposition, it's like waiting for a bus!
The only story? Pretty sure Palps constantly groomed Young Anakin throughout RotS...
Darth Plageuis is Jesus and he took his tapedeck with him!
Convenient memory there Luke! Shame you brought that fucking moon back into it!
I think Darth Plagueis should be renamed to Darth Plagaris.
'We are sorry for your loss, move on'
Golden lightsabre? How cliche.
Yeah Boba, you so cool!
Pfft, Aquarius is such an unoriginal name for a waterworld. What was wrong with Kamino?
Huh, guess Rufus is pissed off about the Falcon getting blown up in the leak and so just wrote it away from any danger.
Fuck off Jace, no-one likes you.
Yeah mom! I got some puss-ay!
Oh Han, if only you knew the implications of what you said...
Anal?
You might accidentally activate your self-insert powers and fuck another girl! I'M YOUR ONLY JACE!
Lando has a fuckin' spacepimpmobile? Not racist at all there!
I swear to fucking God Jace.
Aquarius sounds just like Oldham...
Since when was The Force akin to Violet's powers from The Incredibles?
Wet dog smell is awful, but just how bad would wet Wookiee be?
Oh Rufus, n-word jokes?
Oh Rufus, HINTS at n-word jokes?
Rufus is fucking horny again, why does Aravis have to be in a one piece, that can't be good in a high pressure environment!
IT'S NOT THE COLD YOU SHOULD BE FUCKING WORRIED ABOUT ARAVIS! DID YOU NOT READ MY LAST SENTENCE?
It's not cool when your brother says 'Go on my son' about the girl you're fucking, it's embarrassing and kind of skeezy.
It's worse with your dad.
Having the one black guy not want to swim? You racist Rufus.
WHATCHU TALKING 'BOUT WHILLS?
Oh hey, Empire's on!
Oh wait, this is the shit version...
How does a lightsaber work underwater anyway?
Pretty sure a fuck off huge sea monster can outswim humans...
That is legit a line from Die Hard 2
Oh NOW the Empire remember they have tractor beams!
That's a bit shit Rufus, why not have the Stormtroopers actually find them in the compartments?
I'll just leave this here for the next few pages.
That was legit The Liparus sequence from TSWLM word for word! Except the NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!s of course.
Smooth move Lando! Now Jace is imagining Aravis getting porked by someone better than him!
MINT IN PACKAGE!
Heh heh, nice cockblock Rondus!
Yeah Yorpty! Rondus was the one who shrank Zikar's head.
Yeah son, go get yourself killed!
Lol you fag Jace. Hope Boba punches right through your head.
MADNESS? THIS. IS. MANDALORIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!
Urm, where did you put the tracker Boba?
Jace, don't be a fucking momma's boy in front of the cool bounty hunter.
Don't piss off the Fett Yorpty you fool. Normal dads would have cocked the shotgun already, what do you think he's doing now?
Lovely bit of fantastical space racism there.
NO RUFUS.
Boba Fett speaks for me...
SHUT UP JACE!
A Sith Picture Of Dorian Gray? Rufus shows a surprising amount of depth here.
DAMMIT RUFUS! I MADE THAT JOKE ALREADY!
All in goof time? NO GOOFY NO!
Fuck the fleet!
I'm saddened that Darth Rondus didn't Spaceship of Peace the fuckers.
Oh no! Luke isn't the true Space King of Space England!
Sssssssssssssssssssssssssod off.
Superhero landing! It's very bad for the knees Boba!
More The Spy Who Loved Me, please continue Rufus...
Ugh, Aravis is now a damsel.
DADDY? NO.
Jace is thinking with his dick again. How DID you scare Phoebe off Rufus?
Even the Sssssssssssssssssssssssith Lord thinks the Legend of The Golden Lightsaber is sssssssssssssssssssstupid.
Way to make Darth Plageuis sound really dumb. Thanks Rufus!
Here's the Space tire iron!
It reference? Really?
HE HAS TWO SPACE TIRE IRONS?
BEHOLD THE POWER OF MY HEALING FARTS!
Three lives? Is this a game to you?
Oh God, Luke IS the true Space King of Space England.
Or Space Neo, either way.
Rufus. Did you read my criticism about how Han can't be a Jedi because he isn't force sensitive? Is this what you took away from that? I have just one thing to say to you.
Cunt.
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Fucking Spandau Ballet? You twat Rufus!
OH SHIT! HERE COMES THE ARMY OF THE FART!
Bueno meme.
AVENGERS ASSEMBLE!
And Leia's built herself a lightsabre, of course...
This fight is gay.
This fight is REALLY gay.
Fucking Dragonball?
A swear word joke? In my Star Wars film?
I KNOW HOW TO DESSSSSSSSSSSSTROY THE JEDI! *Farts* DON'T THINK I WON'T FOLLOW THROUGH WITH THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS THREAT!
Well Sith is an anagram for shit...
Yep, that's what an actual fart should be doing.
Even after all the fart jokes, this is actually better than how Luke actually went out.
No Rufus.
NO RUFUS
FOR FUCKSSAKE RUFUS! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO KILL YOUR ONE INTERESTING IDEA LIKE THIS? FUCK YOU AND YOUR SHITTY CLICHES YOU SCUM!
'I’ve just had the weirdest dream. I was dead, I was becoming one with the force... but then I was sent back. WHY DID YOU DO THAT YOU PRICKS?'
'I don't have to find the sword, it's already in me!'
NO RUFUS! HAN WORKS AS A CHARACTER BECAUSE HE'S NOT A JEDI!
Fuck off Rufus, your self insert is as repellent as you IRL.
Boba Fett's not smiling because he knows he has to give away his only daughter to a whiny sped and fucking pay for the pleasure now.
YOU CAN SAY NO BOBA!
I hope they cleared the burnt up corpses...
A blue plaque in the Star Wars universe? Really?
Hmm, I guess Jedi IS a recognised religion after all...
I will admit, that is a nice ending.

I fully await the spectacular spergout that comes from the actual Episode IX.
 
I'll just leave this here for the next few pages.
That was legit The Liparus sequence from TSWLM word for word! Except the NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!s of course.
I can’t believe I forgot about that Alan Partridge joke. Fuckin’ perfect.

I am on tenterhooks for what will happen when Episode IX hits, although Rufus is banned from going to the cinema to go and see it and strict measures have been put in place to ensure he doesn’t try and pull the same shit he did when Solo came out, so we could end up disappointed.
 
www.reddit.com/u/gypsy_snake some weirdo who has a man-hating obsession and thinks that everything is linked to trafficked underaged teenager porn

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UChsguUfuyCKgENSFN6nwz6w autistic guy who does roblox let's plays and makes weird self-inserted Ed Edd n' Eddy themed RPGMaker games. He is harmless and seems to derive genuine joy from what he does. Oddly fascinating to watch. Pls do not bully
 
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*Sorry for double-post but I must ask*

Would it be too far-fetched to call someone a polarcow (Bi-polar to some degree)?
 
here's a bizarre incident from a few days ago involving my old mate Autistic Accountant

AA has a mind like an old-fashioned Swiss clock: it ticks away steadily most of the time, and every now and then it goes 'cuckoo'

on the last 1/4 mile to work I walk from the main road, up a hill and turn off onto the industrial estate about halfway up; AA gets off the bus on a nearby side road, and walks up the same hill

one morning as I'd just gone past that side road, it turned out he was not far behind me, he'd seen me and I'd not seen him - for some reason he suddenly became determined to get to work before me

the first thing I knew was when I heard running footsteps behind me, and his characteristic groaning and grunting; my thought process was "what the fiery fuck?! keep going, keep going, don't make eye contact, don't make eye contact"

now I'm a manual labourer type, a brisk walker and well used to hills, living as I do in a town where the only flat land is on top of some people's heads

by contrast, AA's normal mode of walking is fairly slow with head and shoulders projected forward, as if being dragged on a string, with a slightly dopey look on his face, and he is not particularly fit - so he had to run to stand any chance of keeping up, and ended up knackering himself, spending several minutes panting and trying to catch his breath before he could start work

god only knows what goes on in that lad's head!
 
I have a small bizarre series of incidents that I've begun to notice on my deviantart notification feed. Specifically, from a user going by the name SS0011 (or formerly Kone-e)

She's actually a pretty talented artist, as you can see in the gallery below. It's why I followed her and saw her weird forum posts to begin with. All of her images are deleted on her profile because she recently (about 4 days ago) deactivated and subsequently reactivated her account and wiped all of her art off, but googling "SS0011 deviantart" or "Kone-e deviantart" will show some stored images in image results.

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(This one only had a thumbnail available but you can see the SS0011 signature)
The rest I could find all have her Kone-e signature:
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What really grabbed my attention with her though is her deviantart forum posts.
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The first one is just someone asking if anyone knew why they deactivated and someone replying with "nope", super helpful. It's the ones started by SS0011 herself that are odd. It makes me think she might be heavily autistic or something because she asks questions like someone who doesn't understand basic social interactions.

Her latest (just a few hours ago as of this post) is Would you be happier without a relationship?
"If so, why? If not, why? I've never been in an actual relationship and I can't say that I really want one. It's hard to tell if I want to be loved or if I just like the thought of love. It feels very unrealistic whenever I imagine being in a relationship."

Others include:
Why is wanting to be another race unacceptable? (I don't remember exactly what the original post said before she hid it, it wasn't anything particularly "offensive," rather just clueless)
Why do people voice chat on discord?
"Just wondering since people always ask me for discord and wanna voice chat when I prefer text chat. I don't live alone, therefore, I have no privacy. So, I can't talk to them without my family asking 20 questions and wanting to do a background check on the person to see if they are a murderer."
Why are there so many hateful people on the internet?
TW: Suicide mention

In general, why are there so many hateful people in the world? I'm so tired of cyber bullying not being handled properly. These people are sadistic and won't stop even after you're dead. There was a YouTuber that I liked watching who called herself "Threemilk". She deleted every trace of her months ago, so I thought. Someone else re-uploaded her videos. She left the internet due to cyber bullying and it makes me angry. Now recently, a kpop idol, Sulli, has committed suicide due to hate comments. I was crazy about her and I wish these jerks would stop. (Funny how all of a sudden after they find out that she has passed away, they act so nice as if they didn't mean it.)Some people are so insensitive. Sure, just don't read the comments.... it's not that easy. At this point, people would have to turn off comments and that's not fair to the people who are nice to them. Why can't people just enjoy being online? Why do they have to ruin it? Even DA has turned into another pool of sh*t.

What's with all the narcissists? As a matter of fact, it seems as if they lack empathy. Seems more like sociopaths or something. No matter what you say or do, they still act like it's not okay for you to say or do it. I've even been cyber bullied and bullied in real life before in the past. Random girls being mean to me on Myspace. I got a message from someone telling me to kill myself and that I looked like an ugly tr*nny. In chat rooms people told me that I wasn't allowed to chat and told me to "go sit in the dark". In person, other kids were mean to me for being too quiet. (Gosh, if I was more talkative they would have still bullied me.) I don't even bother to post selfies of myself on Instagram. It's like, they just choose a random person to hate and then after they're done, they move on to the next victim. Sad. Really sad. This is why I hate society.
How to get over germaphobia towards people?
EDIT: (I realized that germophobe/germophobia is spelled with an O. Not an A. So, sorry for the misspelling. I didn't finish school. )


I've always had a problem with touching people and I realized that I'll never date or marry anyone if I don't fix this issue.

I have no problem petting a cute animal, but people getting too close makes me feel uncomfortable. I don't even want to touch another person's hair, because it's really creepy to me. I don't feel the same way if it's a wig made from human hair, so idk why I feel so grossed out by hair that sheds from a person or is still attached to them. I've never held anyone's hand other than my mom's when I was a little girl and I hated it! Her hands were always so sweaty. I hate sweat.

I've felt this way for as long as I can remember. So, pretty much my whole life. I feel it got worse though, because I don't even hug my own sister anymore. I stopped hugging her at age 10. I'm 27 now. As a germaphobe, it's hard to know if I'm actually asexual or if I'm just sex repulsed due to the germs. I have no experience with anyone. Recently, I don't even watch porn anymore, because I don't want to anymore and I feel fine.

So, what can I do to help myself get over the phobia I have? It's not guaranteed that I'll be able to have an intimate relationship with anyone, but at least I'll be able to act normal.
Why do some people hate Pisces men/women?
"I don't like Pisces, ya'll are weird". Someone told me this today in my notes when I told them my sign, since they asked for it.

Well dang, not like I can change that. I've been told that I'm too sensitive, but anyone can be that way. Especially Cancer. So, why do some people not like Pisces? I'm a Pisces sun, Gemini moon, and Capricorn rising female.
Is it possible to lose art skill?
"Or to have your skills diminish some how? I'm asking this, because I used to sketch a certain way and draw in a certain style years ago. Now, when I try to, I can't seem to anymore. I don't know if experimenting too much has caused my hand to get lazy or what could have happened, but it's really frustrating. I wanted to go back to an older style I was more satisfied with, because all the experimenting has really made me feel indecisive lately. I hate that I ever felt insecure over my style in the first place, because now I'm afraid I can't go back to it. My older art style isn't in my gallery anymore."
Why do people assume I'm a boy?
"When I'm an androgynous cis girl. It's not in real life, just online. What happened to asking the person what their pronouns are??"


She also posts vent rants about herself, including:
I don't have any goals
"I'm slowly becoming more and more nihilistic. Everytime someone asks what I want to do with my life or what goals I have for my future, I don't know how to answer them. Career goals is the biggest one that I can't seem to find. Singer? Actor? Nah, I only want to fantasize about it, not actually do it. How do people know what they want out of life without experiencing it??!! My mom keeps telling me that I should work in the animation industry, but I don't want to. I'm too lazy and art is only a hobby that I'm bad at. I do it to pass the time then delete my art, because I don't like it. T_T "
I almost don't even wanna post in forums anymore
Seems like I'm annoying and someone called me a troll account who posts garbage, so I really don't even want to bother anymore. If I need to rant or ask anything, I'll just do it else where, not on DA. As a matter of fact I almost want to just leave completely. Now I see what people mean when they say there is drama in the forums.
I might be looking for a new religion
"Well, long story short, I was brought up in an abusive Christian house hold. I was tired of being in fear of an afterlife. I was tired of believing in a so called god and expecting things in my life to change. I decided to stop being brainwashed and stop believing, because I realized that it was foolish for me to be afraid of hell. I saw all of the contradictions in the bible and it made me so angry. Anywho, I'm really interested in Laveyan Satanism. Maybe I could try something else like Wicca or Paganism. I'm not sure yet. I still have to do more research. My top one is definitely Laveyan Satanism. I could also just be a simple atheist with no religion at all. One thing for sure is I'm totally gonna burn a Christian bible as soon as I can for fun. (Mom's favorite is the king james version lol)

Can anyone tell me some info on any other religion that might seem fitting?"
I feel as if I don't know what to draw anymore
"It's not really art block. It's just, I feel as if I have to copy stuff I see on Pinterest or Instagram. You know, outfits that I like and want to wear, but I have no money to buy the outfit so I just draw a cute girl wearing it. Most of the time I just draw the model or I combine different stuff together, but it gets really boring. I feel as if it's my "theme" to do this now, but I wish I could be more creative like I used to be years ago.


I'd pretty much draw anything years ago, so idk what happened to me. I used to have ocs and now it's just a bunch of random characters. Of course my art wasn't perfect and I still would get rid of lots of it. I still want to get rid of all my old art and start over. It's funny, because my mom got mad at me when she found out I was throwing my art away and she asked, "What's the point of drawing then if you're just going to get rid of it?"


Well, art is something to pass the time for me. I also have this feeling of wanting to copy something that I like, so I draw it. Otherwise, if I could get rid of that feeling and find something that could pass the time better for me without making noise or something then I probably would stop drawing. It feels like a curse. I took the time to just browse on Pinterest and of course the feeling hit me, but I tried to ignore it and just enjoy the cute pictures. It kind of worked and I watched a movie on YouTube that I never saw before. Do you think I can get over drawing or maybe try to get my creativeness back? "

Also interesting is a Q&A she did, which sheds a little more light on her personality.
Some interesting tidbits:
  • She's 27 and lives with her mother in Oklahoma
  • She was only in the public school system for 4 years and was homeschooled for 7; she doesn't have a high school diploma or GED. She claims to have not learned anything past 7th grade
  • She likes jazz
  • Her mother appears to be abusive or controlling

I don't really know what to make of her. Since I follow her, I get a notification for her activity, including forum posts (which are in a different notification category and thus stick out) which is what drew my attention to her weird behavior. She's not really a lolcow, just a really interesting subject that I thought I might share with you all.

*EDIT: Figured since she has a history of hiding posts and deactivating/reactivating, I should add the OP text for each of those forum posts. Also added a Q&A she did.
 
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There’s this womanchild I knew about because she was a mutual with a friend of mine that would sperg out about old anime and then go into a fit of blocking people who disagree with her then deactivating her account. She’s not quite amusing like the last one I posted, but I always find mentally unstable speds like this amusing. She’s a prime example of why I despise the magical girl fandom, if not for the fact they’re grown women trying to emulate shows about teenage anime girls.

 
Bruh, I click that twitter link and this is the third tweet down.
There's so much weeb shit, loli shit, and other assorted hentai at the very beginning of his page alone, that I can see where this is heading.

That screengrab is actually a joke about another anime/right wing twitter poster named Lucas. He was grooming a 13 year old and like 2 or 3 years later she stepped forward and leaked a bunch of his communications with her.

The core reasoning behind the joke is that his entire brand/air was that of wholesomeness, and then it turns out he attempts to groom a kid and was also dating a then underage tranny for a time.
 

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Basically this person OD'd on blue pills and just went so far off the deep end I'm worried he's going to snap on someone IRL.

There's also public harassment posts in there about the dumbest shit imaginable.
Don't you have a pregnancy kink?
 
I don't think anyone, in the history of the Star Wars fandom, has ever looked at a lightsaber duel and said "You know what would make this even cooler? Some 80s new wave music!"
As much as the content in the official video for Spandau Ballet's Gold might not mesh well with Star Wars, I can oddly see Rufus somehow squeezing the song and his own interpretation of it into one of his scripts -- even if it was nothing more than a song played/sung in a backwater cantina the main characters are hiding out or otherwise relaxing in.

The fact that Rufus comes up with such bizarre, out there, head-scratching ideas for his scripts and plots is what makes these posts so entertaining and amusing. How he behaves in the real world based on his headcanons is icing on the cake, except maybe for those that have to deal with his Star Wars spergery and improper behavior. Thanks for finally sharing, @TheImportantFart

I'm super pro-2A but these people are cancerous turbospergs.
I'd like to believe the average person accepts people exercising their 2A rights provided that the gun-holders act responsibly when it comes to their weapons. I agree that these die-hard activists seem to be more interested in in-your-face confrontations and attention-seeking than they are gun rights and 2A activism.

One such person in my region felt it was a good idea to open carry on the sidewalk outside of a high school. Sure, it was legal, and he stayed outside the defined weapon-free school zone, but it still prompted a lock-down and call to the police because schools take no chances when it comes to student safety and guns ever since Columbine. Yes, the guy made sure he stayed within the law, but stunts such as this tend to convince people -- especially those on the fence about 2A issues and topics -- that gun owners are irresponsible and need as many restrictions as possible to protect both themselves and the general public from them even though most gun owners prefer not to make a spectacle out of their choice to own and carry a weapon.
 
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