Unbovvered said:
Nah. My Immortal was funny, because it was written by someone who actually knew what they were doing and had a true and honest interest in making fun of themselves and the fandom at large.
That's debatable. There's a huge part of My Immortal's ED page that goes into the reasons against a troll writing it.
However, one must also remember that Tara does seem to be a real person with a history of displaying these gothic/retarded habits, and has accounts on many websites corroborating her persona. In order for Tara to be a troll, somebody would have to actually craft the persona of "Tara Gilesbie, uber-goffik exceptional individual girl," then actively create and manage Tara's many accounts, not to mention the incredible effort it would take to actually write My Immortal in the first place. This person would also then likely have to create the persona of Tara's friend Raven, which would include writing her shitty stories, as well. All of this would take a great amount of willpower and a very long time to plan out and execute. Though many still think Tara is a troll, retards always call troll on the internet so as not to seem gullible. Many people still hold that Tara is not a troll, but just an insanely retarded adolescent girl who was mistakenly given access to the internet. It could be a group of people. Who knows?
Whatever the case may be, one thing that can be said is that if Tara is a troll, she is easily the most determined troll in history. The evidence is inconclusive, so one can never be sure. In the end, you'll just have to decide for yourself.
I'm going to finish with Chapter 4 if only because I really wanna do the Dumbledore line
Chapter 3.
AN: STOP FLAMMING DA STORY TROLLZ OK! odderwize fangs 2 da goffik ppl 4 da good reveiws! FANGS AGEN SARAH! oh yeah, BTW I don’t own dis or da lyrics 4 Britney Spears.
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On the night of the concert I put on my black lace-up boots with high heels. Underneath them were ripped red fishnets. Then I put on a black leather minidress with all this corset stuff on the back and front. I put on matching Muscle Bra on my arms. I straightened my hair and made it look all greasy. I felt a little depressed then, so I ate a Q-Sand I had in my purse. I played a depressing vidya game while I waited and I listened to some Britney. I painted my nails black and put on TONS of black eyeliner. Then I put on some black lipstick. I didn’t put on foundation because I was pale anyway. I drank some navy so I was ready to go to the concert.
I went outside. Megan was waiting there in front of her flying car. She was wearing a Ted Nugent t-shirt (they would play at the show too), baggy black skater pants, black nail polish and a little eyeliner (AN: A lot fo kewl boiz wer it ok!).
“Hi Megan!” I said in a depressed voice.
“Hi Chris.” She said back. We walked into her flying black Mercedes-Benz (the license plate said 666) and flew to the place with the concert. On the way we listened excitedly to Britney Spears and ICP. We both smoked Tobacky and and had Long Island Iced teas. When we got there, we both hopped out of the car. We went to the mosh pit at the front of the stage and jumped up and down as we listened to Britney Spears.
“Oh, baby, baby, how was I supposed to know
That something wasn't right here
Oh, baby, baby, I shouldn't have let you go
And now you're out of sight, yeah" sang Britney (I don’t own da lyrics 2 dat song).
“Britney is so fucking hot.” I said to Megan, pointing to her as she sung, filling the club with her amazing voice.
Suddenly Megan looked sad.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as we moshed to the music. Then I caught on.
“Hey, it’s ok I don’t like her better than YOU!” I said.
“Really?” asked Megan sensitively and she put her arm around me all protective.
“Really.” I said. “Besides I don’t even know Britney and she’s going out with Kevin fucking Federline. I fucking hate that little bitch.” I said disgustedly, thinking of his ugly blonde face.
The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Megan. After the concert, we drank some Fanta and asked Britney and ICP for their autographs and photos with them. We got concert tees. Megan and I crawled back into the Mercedes-Benz, but Megan didn’t go back into 14 Branchland Court, instead he drove the car into……………………… the Forbidden Forest!
Chapter 4.
AN: I sed stup flaming ok Chris’s name is CIRHS nut mary su OK! MEGAN IS SOO IN LUV wif him dat she is acting defrent! dey nu eechodder b4 ok!
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“MEGAN!” I shouted. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?”
Megan didn’t answer but she stopped the flying car and he walked out of it. I walked out of it too, curiously.
“What the fucking hell?” I asked angrily.
“Chris?” she asked.
“What?” I snapped.
Megan leaned in extra-close and I looked into her gothic red eyes (she was wearing color contacts) which revealed so much depressing sorrow and evilness and then suddenly I didn’t feel mad anymore.
And then…………… suddenly just as I Megan kissed me passionately. Megan climbed on top of me and we started to make out keenly against a tree. She took of my top and I took of her clothes. I even took of my bra. Then she put my pickle into her China and we did it for the first time.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! ” I screamed. I was beginning to get an orgasm. We started to kiss everywhere and my pale body became all warm. And then….
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU MOTHERFUKERS!”
It was…………………………………………………….Robert Chandler!
thrashing on the floor in shared agony. The tremors would crumble the last vestiges of solid ground between 14 Branchland Court and the sinkhole directly beneath it, and the earth would swallow them whole and Satan would get the mother of all tummyaches. 
here. Unless he gets institutionalized in a mental hospital...
: *stress sigh* I-I was playing poka-pokemon on my gam-DS-3DS-Just leaving my 3DS playing Pokemon X an I-
