This is an actual transcript of a conversation held with a "flamer" called Blandscape. It contains no Personal information.
He had no idea who he was conversing with, because he is retarded.
In fact Blandscape is talking to the head of the Literature club. three other members also join in the conversation, and during this whole time "Blandscape" fails to notice the dramatic changes in tone, writing styles and utter weirdness that develops. This is what happens when "flamers" live in the "Community" and spend all day pretending to "beat up people" on the internet. They lose touch with reality and eventually go insane.
anywho, so many people have already caused this forum cocksucker to have mental breakdowns from Cunty to Flea, the guy is basically a basket case at this point.
TLDR, no problem, KM has promised to make a podcast where he reads this whole transcript.
Cliff notes: They worsened Blandscape's mental problems instead of helping him, the guy is a lost cause.
The Literature thanks you for playing Blandscape, you fucking idiot.
The Literature Club said:
I think your most important skill in life is being able to fake confidence. Unfortunately you're unable to trick others into thinking you have it all together...that's a key part of getting people to respect and admire you.
I think I got pretty good at that over the years, I don't show my weaknesses very often.
May I ask you a question.
Is your noggin filled with incoherent thoughts and jumbled patterns? Do you see static and rapid flashes of color while hearing all kinds of weird screaming noises.
Be honest, I will know if you are lying.
Blandscape said:
No, I just look in the rear view mirror and see you. It's not that complicated.
And of course I'm confident, because unlike you I am reasonably competent. Confident enough that I don't actually need to post to you chasing me. I fucking signing in here, and watching you beg for my attention...I mean literally beg. What's that like by the way?
So let me ask you....where is the trick in that?
Send Poppet in.
The Literature Club said:
Sometimes when I talk to people who are impressed by my writing, they say things like 'I could never do that'
It's really depressing, you know?
As someone who loves more than anything else to share the joy of exploring your passions, it pains me when people think that being good just comes naturally.
That's how it is with everything, not just writing.
When you try something for the first time, you're probably going to suck at it. Sometimes, when you finish, you feel really proud of it and even want to share it with everyone. But maybe after a few weeks you come back to it, and you realize it was never really any good.
That happens to me all the time.
It can be pretty disheartening to put so much time and effort into something, and then you realize it sucks. But that tends to happen when you're always comparing yourself to the top professionals. When you reach right for the stars, they're always gonna be out of your reach, you know? The truth is, you have to climb up there, step by step. And whenever you reach a milestone, first you look back and see how far you've gotten.
And then you look ahead and realize how much more there is to go. So, sometimes it can help to set the bar a little lower. Try to find something you think is pretty good, but not world-class. And you can make that your own personal goal.
Oh, one more thing. Writing isn't something where you just reach into your heart and something beautiful comes out. Just like drawing and painting, it's a skill in itself to learn how to express what you have inside.
You should try it some time, and before you know it. You will start sucking less and less. Nothing comes naturally. Our society, our art, everything - it's built on thousands of years of human innovation. So as long as you start on that foundation, and take it step by step. You, too, can do amazing things.
That's my advice for today!
Thanks for listening~
Blandscape said:
Why would I change a winning formula, after all it has you swivelling and pirouetting like a Bolshoi ballerina at a breakdancing party.
Who told you you were talented, names please. I have mentioned many times that you are not talentless, but I hate to break it too ye laddie, those are two different things.
You respect me, because you cannot avoid confronting me. It's not the Art of War, it's just you daubing yer forum scat all over the floor, while claiming when simply confronted you can never tell a lie, my teddy did it.
Listen up Foxy, I appreciate all of your hard work, but let's face it I don't need to work that hard to outsmart you.
The Literature Club said:
When I was in middle school, I thought that taking medication was an easy way out, or something like that. Like anyone could just solve their mental problems with enough willpower. Guess if you don't suffer from a mental illness, it's not possible to know what it's really like. Are there some disorders that are over-diagnosed? Probably... I never really looked into it, though. But that doesn't change the fact that a lot of them go undiagnosed too, you know? But medication aside people even look down on seeing a mental health professional.
Like, sorry that I want to learn more about my own mind, right? Everyone has all kinds of struggles and stresses and professionals dedicate their lives to helping with those. If you think it could help you become a better person, don't be shy to consider something like that. We're on a never-ending journey to improve ourselves, you know?
Blandscape said:
You say dat as if I am getting children to read MY verse while claiming it as someone else who is intrinsically linked to your own phycology.
You will go to great lengths to make a point, unfortunately that just makes your behaviours obsessive, not creative or talented.
You should try harder Foxy, it will all come gid in the end.
The Literature Club said:
Did you write a good poem today?
Don't be shy, I'd love to see what you wrote.
Blandscape said:
I noticed you wrote one about me, or was it Poppet's, I wanted to give it a like, but you took two days to write it and it wasn't structurally vey good.
See what I mean about trying harder. Take three days the next time.
I always love to see what you write, after all it's inevitably about me.
The Literature Club said:
Do you ever feel like you waste too much time on the internet? Social media can practically be like a prison. It's like whenever you have a few seconds of spare time, you want to check on your favorite websites. And before you know it, hours have gone by, and you've gotten nothing out of it.
Anyway, it's really easy to blame yourself for being lazy. But it's not even really your fault.
Addiction isn't usually something you can just make disappear with your own willpower.
You have to learn techniques to avoid it, and try different things. For example, there are apps that let you block websites for intervals of time. Spending all your time doing the same thing over and over is unhealthy. But, if that is the only thing you aspire to, well....
Blandscape said:
I got to there and reminded myself that I am posting to you, and that you are always here. Hypocrisy much.
Do you have a little red flag dat pops up on your Fortnite splash page to tell you I am online?
You need the break from me little boy, after all you are reduced to PM'ing me now, just so your weakness is not on view.
Don't worry Poppet, I wid never share our Secret Garden of worthlessness.
The Literature Club said:
Hey, are you having a bad day or anything like that? Sometimes I get frustrated that a normal day can be ruined even by really small things. Like if you accidentally say something in a conversation that someone doesn't like.
I understand those days. Just remember that the sun will shine again tomorrow.
I hope, if nothing else, that knowing that helps you feel just a tiny bit better about yourself.
Blandscape said:
I agree, you should follow your own advice and take up a new hobby, let's face it you really aren't cut out for this.
The Literature Club said:
You know, it kinda sucks to be the creative type.
It feels like they work so hard but get almost nothing for it.
It's sad because there's so much beautiful talent in the world, but most of it goes unseen.
If you want your work to be enjoyed and appreciated, you have to be willing to put yourself out there and be yourself. To learn from instructive criticism and always shot for the stars until you hit one. When people see you're work and tell you that it made them cry or laughed, it's the greatest feeling on earth. If you stick with it, who knows, you may get invited to be in a Poetry book, then all that hard work will have paid off. But even if you don't, that's fine! You're supposed to just write for yourself anyway, right?"
Blandscape said:
I know, it explains you too a tee.
See what I mean about working so hard while proving how inadequate you are
Inadequacy breed contempt, but you look like one of those little puppies with the big brown eyes with a pick axe imbedded in its skull.
The Literature Club said:
I guess all the time I spent in the clubroom, writing poems and having fun with the other members really paid off.
I never could understand why someone would spend all their time in a forum with trolls, what's the point when none of it is even real?
Blandscape said:
That would all make perfect sense, if you were not here more than me.
So you agree wiff me...you are Poppy.
I literally just sign in and have 100 notifications from you.
Now we are here, in my inbox, wondering why you are still here.
The Literature Club said:
Back in my debate club days, I learned a whole lot about arguing. The problem with arguing is that each person sees their opinion as the superior one. That's kind of stating the obvious, but it affects the way they try to get their point across. Let's say you really like a certain movie, right? If someone comes along and tells you the movie sucks, because it did X and Y wrong
Doesn't that make you feel kind of personally attacked?
It's because by saying that, it's like they're implying that you have bad taste. And once emotions enter the picture, it's almost guaranteed that both people will be left sour. But it's all about language! If you make everything as subjective-sounding as possible, then people will listen to you without feeling attacked.
Blandscape said:
I feel that too, after all if I did not have you here reminding you how you once watched when Harry Met Sally, and thought the orgasm scene was profound, while surreptitiously asking for what someone else has had.
Of course that would be profound if you were able to distinguish between what is real and what isn't.
You are too old to be young, and to young to post the same old shite.
Apart from that, you make sense to the senseless, and give hope to the invulnerable.
The Literature Club said:
I can't imagine having been able to keep myself mentally stable, knowing that nothing here is real. I think I would have just deleted my account if I was like you.
Sorry, I don't mean to sound dramatic or anything.
Ahaha!
But I'm sure you understand yourself after spending so much time in the community.
Blandscape said:
I course I understand, you destroyed a whole site simply by repeating without repealing what you said and still say every single day of your existence. Your not exactly hard to work out, but you do work at it, 24-7.I'll give ye that.
You don;t nor ever had the ability to keep up with me, you only thought you did, and you prove it to us all every day. That's what makes you not very special, that's what makes you Flea and its equivalentcy.
See, we got there at your end.
And your end is always right where you left it.
The Literature Club said:
You don't struggle with depression or anything like that, do you?
Because you, too, have people who would want to save your life. Maybe they don't express it every day, or maybe they don't even know how to.
But people do feel that way.
I promise.
Blandscape said:
You already asked that, are ye struggling?
Experienced in mental illness?
You sem pre-occupied with it...is Poppet there?
Do you still answer to any name I call, when I never call you?
Is your Hentai character still a viable persona?
Do you still think of yourself as a valued member of a community you cannot help but hate?
Who's Regan, was that your Foster Mum?
Do you miss me when I'm not here?
Are you ever going to say anything that doesn't rely on someone else?
I mean ever?
The Literature Club said:
Ehehe. Poppy did something really funny once during high school.
We were all in the clubroom and just relaxing, as usual... And out of nowhere, Poppy just pulled out a small bottle of wine.
I'm not even kidding!
She was just like 'Would anybody like some wine?"
Natalie started yelling at her. I actually felt kind of bad, because she was at least trying to be nice. I think it just made her feel even more reserved in the clubroom.
Though I think Natalie was secretly a bit curious to try it. And to be completely honest, I kind of was, too.
It actually could have been kinda fun!
What do you do for fun besides..ummm, posting content?
Blandscape said:
Did you really....did you tell your Shrink, or am I playing your mommy now?
The Literature Club said:
I sense you are having a hard time putting your thoughts into words, let me ask you an easy question.
Hey, what's your favorite color?
Mine is emerald green.
It's the color of my eyes!
That's not conceited or anything, is it?
Blandscape said:
Not at all, I always enjoy your petty conceit, it defines you, you are always welcome here, in my inbox begging for the attention I don't give you enough of on the boards.
My favourite colour is the different hues of yella that runs down your spine.
It seems I am searching for wolves Foxy, while being harassed by poppets.
How is Poppet by the way, is she still posting on her poetry site?
You never did say who Regan is.
Or was to you.
Are you going to kill this site as well with your obnoxious angst that makes a teenager in an American sit-com look like an adult?
Come on poppet...come out and play.
Was Regan the name of the tertiary charity that looked after you and your little sister Poppy, as you grew up in your own fantasy world?
Did Poppy die at the hands of a cruel and Dickensian overseer?
Where are you, you are the one that want's to talk. I'm still here fur you.
I'm still searching fur wolves Foxy, Regan, Poppet, hentai girl.
All I am doing is wiping pond scum away from the surface, just so I can see your ideal reflection of me.
You look good in retreat.
The Literature Club said:
I guess you're the kind of person who plays cute romance games, right?
Blandscape said:
I guess you are the type of man/woman/no-mark that enjoys the initial chase, while showing your back to the opposition when you are actually required to participate.
You never answered any of my questions.
Is Poppy your dead and long decayed sister, and did you abuse her by never listening to why she had to run out in front of the Amtrak on that horrific day.
I know, it can be hard, but ol'but still 20 years younger than you Blandy is willing to give up part of his day to help you.
No need to thank me, Poppy made her own choice.
You never got that choice.
You don't understand...but we can work through this together.
Have you considered re-arranging your furniture using Feng Shui?
That might offset some of your bitterness toward Poppy.
The Literature Club said:
If we had all the answers, wouldn't the world start to lose its meaning?
Blandscape said:
I miss Poppy.
She was always more entertaining than you.
I have the answers, I cannot be held accountable fur your inability to accept them.
Ahhhh Poppy. Long gone and easily forgotten.
I feel like we are making progress here Foxy.
Do you feel it too?
I will give you a few hours to come up with another begging post that accepts me to consider you my court jester.
Starting now....
You never fail to do anything but fail Foxy, even when you fink you have won.
I enjoy you, failing to be what you could never amount too.
The Literature Club said:
Ahahaha!
I can't believe how delusional and self-important you are!
Are you jealous?
Crazy?
Or maybe just hate yourself so much that you take it out on others?
Here's a suggestion. Have you considered yoga masturbation?
It would be beneficial to your mental health.
Blandscape said:
Why would I answer any of your questions, when you cannot answer mine.
Is Poppy your dead sister, and do your prescribed drugs allow you to talk about her.
I want to talk about what you lost all those years ago, half a century ago, and you cannot let go.
Poppet isn't here any more, it's just you and me.
She died that day under 5000 American tonnes of American engineering.
It's not your fault laddie, she made her choice, and it wasn't you.
50 years carrying a burden you could not let go. Consider me Heracles to your Atlas. I will take your burden for a little while, and consider it one of my labours.
I ill hold up your sky.
While fucking stomping your noggin into the same cold dead earth that ate your sister.
Poppy is gone Foxy...we cannot bring her back, but we could make a necklace outa her spinal column, or earrings outa her fingernails.
Unknown fact, fingernails and hair do not grow while the flesh rots, it only appears that way because the flesh is receding while rotting.
I'm sure that hasn't happened to Poppy though.
The Literature Club said:
Seriously...What if I just opened up your brain and read all of the thoughts you have on me?
Blandscape said:
Well, it wid probably tell you that I only post in response to you, and you are here right now, all fucking day in my inbox.
Have I, or could I ever be accused of raping yours????
That's why we need a ruling for moderation. I need to show everyone here just how involved you are with me, while I couldn't give a fuck about you except for mere entertainment.
This thread needs to air.
If I can arsed tomorrow I will contact admin.
You agree that your humpery should be fully exposed? After all you stand by everything you say...don't ye.
You see laddie, this is a thread, not a PM'ing session. You just didn't have the balls to put it in the public forum.
You were right not too.
The Literature Club said:
I'm not very good at figuring out if poems are good or bad...
But that's why I just go by my heart~
If it makes me feel things, then it must be a good poem!
I'm not a know-it-all.
It's the opposite. I don't know anything!
I don't know how to talk to people. I don't know how to make people see me as normal.
I don't even know how to make myself happy!
I have all these feelings...And all I can do with them is read, and write.
Do you want to borrow my knife? It can cut through skin like it's paper.
Blandscape said:
Now why be confrontational when it is patently obvious you cannot be confrontational.
Your poems are shite, but the only difference we need to acknowledge is it takes me minutes to write one that makes more sense and has more value than what it takes you and your dead sister, more than 48 hours to pump out.
That isn't a debate, that's a fact.
Now you have had your time in the sun, I suggest you know when you are replete of all further avenues of exertion.
The Literature Club said:
You're an obnoxious brat who posts concentrated stupid with no actual substance.
Why don't you go look for some coins under the vending machines or something?
Blandscape said:
This isn't FT, there is no-one here who gives a fuck about banning me just so you can have your say.
You have proved to have too much of a say. That cost one site it's life.
CW must despise you and Twatty.
Bring her in if Poppet cannot make it from her cold dead grave misgivings.
She still thinks you are ahum talented doesn't she?
Talented? Are you 'aving a laugh?
I eat and shite you out little boy.
Do I need to wait for a response (yes I do), but I am sure, almost positive it will contain a witticism or none.
What you like, pretending you can keep up wiff me?
Well, let's be 'aving ye!
I will go back to scroll bombing, just to give you another opportunity to complain about dat.
The Literature Club said:
I always put all my heart into the poems that I write. The truth is, all the poems I've written have been about my realization.
I didn't want to ruin the game or anything, you know? But no one would notice if I deleted everything you ever written.
Blandscape said:
Well you did....didn't ye cunthole. What you fink I didn't know.
But I thought it was Poppy that wrote the poems??????????
You said it was Poppy that wrote and re-wrote my work of but a minute.
You don't get it do you Foxy.
You aren't talented enough to take me on in a troll or a flame. It really is dat simple.
How else can I make you see, should I round up children in a white panel van and get them to recite your Blandcape poetry.
But I can't, because I don't care that much about what I look like on a flame site. All I need to know is I always slap you around, and that is gid enough fur me.
And in all honesty, it should be gid enough fur you!
You haven't once lifted a site, you just slag it and their membership off, usually at FT.
That's not talent, that's a recipe for disaster and a fucking cautionary tale.
The Literature Club said:
Hey, have you ever heard of the term 'yandere'?
It's a personality type that means someone is so obsessed with you that they'll do absolutely anything to be with you.
Usually to the point of craziness. They might stalk you to make sure you don't spend time with anyone else. They might even hurt you or your friends to get their way..
But anyway, this game happens to have someone who can basically be described as yandere.
By now, it's pretty obvious who I'm talking about.
And that would be...
You!
Blandscape said:
Says the guy that drools over everything I say, while posting in my inbox. How is dat working out fur ye?
Steve.
This whole thread needs to be published.
On the upside Steve, I fink you are making progress.
Do you, because dat is the most salient of questions.
The rest is just pissing in my breeze.
The Literature Club said:
People are weird! I don't judge, though!
Blandscape said:
Let's get this baby published, what I know is dat Moderation couldn't give a fuck about either of us, but will probably acknowledge that this should have been a thread.
C'mon Steve, all you ever did was judge, that is all you are.
If no-one posted anything, you wid have nuffing to say. And even when they do, you still don't.
The Swedish touch was a nice idea.
The Literature Club said:
I can try acting a little more creepy for you. Ehehe~
Then again... There's already nowhere else for you to go, or anyone for me to get jealous over.
Blandscape said:
However it strikes at the heart of what little heart you have left, and in terms of your efforts to build relationship it is patently obvious you can't.
But you are jealous....of me.
Oh Stevie boy, you aren't even a blip on my radar, you are the malfunction of every sites radar, you are how we are always carpet bombed by ignorance and fucktittery. You are you.
Nemo.
What, do you actually think people respect you?
Whop told you you were talented?
I know it wasn't me, and I know you couldn't work that out for yourself....so who gave you hope where you shied away from it?
It's not that you "never give anything away", it's just that you never had anything worthwhile to say.
The Literature Club said:
If you put in an active effort to keep the discussion mutual and level, people usually follow suit. Plus, people will start seeing you as open-minded and a good listener!
It's a win-win, you know?
Does that make you a psychopath? Of course not.
Blandscape said:
Don't be so naïve you talentless drone, and please stop pretending you know what you are talking about.
People play politics here, and the only reason you are allowed here is because they don't really know what you are.
A nemo not even capable of sustaining one avatar, without spending 24-7 pursuing one poster, or one idiom of worthlessness.
What you have discovered though is what you already suspected Steve, that you come up shorter than you are in reality.
That's why you beg, on grovelled knee for me to acknowledge you.
I don't, I just like reminding you how good you are at not being very good at this.
The Literature Club said:
Hold on a second...
You're recording this aren't you?
Um...hi, everyone!
It's a little bit rude to start recording me without warning?
I don't mind...AHAHAHAHA!
Do I have to sign a release or something?
Blandscape said:
No, we have all signed it for you.
Steve...whit ye like!
The Literature Club said:
Well everyone has their own opinion.
But my opinion is the best opinion. I'm sure you've figured that out already.
I am so done with you
Blandscape said:
Of course you are done wiff me old man wrapped in the garbs of a little boy. You are reduced and traduced by having the only avenue left to you, bereft in you.
Turning up and creating a thread in my inbox. After all, you don't want anyone else seeing this, do ye!
I told you a ickle while ago that you were losing the plot, and for a few weeks to put me on ignore. But you never listen, because you are dumber than everyone else in the eternity of your own blandscape.
You just fink you are a match fur me, and I just take a match to you without guilt or a desire fur your elaborative emancipation from your own regret.
Let's just remind you, you follow me, not the opposite way around. That is how it is, and always will be.
Nemo!
The Literature Club said:
It's funny, because I'm pretty sure that you are everyone's bitch, wait, yes, you are everyone's bitch now.
Ahaha, sorry!
Just forget I said anything, this is your legacy after all. You are incapable of doing anything else.
But it's also really embarrassing, you know!
Blandscape said
No. you seem to be transferring your character onto mine.
What is funny is that you are never funny. What is funny is that you think that funny is hiding behind a PM while delivering a breech birth delivery of astounding arrogance. You have nuffing left in your tank, and you need your nuffing to prove you were always summfing.
It doesn't wurk like dat.
Everybody, and I do mean everybody knows what you are, a reactive knee joint responding to a 6oz rubber mallet. A knee joint reacting to a 30lb sledge hammer shattered by your own failure.
You keep posting to me here irreverent little girl, and I will keep re4minding you you were never able to post after me.
I thought you had enough, while knowing you were never smart enough to know when you had enough.
I thought you had enough, while knowing you were never smart enough to know when you had enough.
Follow your own advice Foxy, roll over and I might tickle your tummy with a chainsaw.
The Literature Club said:
What just happened?
I thought you typed something intelligent.
I guess that was wishful thinking.
Blandscape said:
Your legacy is you spent 10 years slagging every cunt off, while never once posting about your own lack of legacy.
And you now find yourself here unable, and to shy to bring your love of me to the actual forum.
You need privacy now old man. You need me and my sense of irreverent righteousness.
C'mon Steve, we both know you are an absolute coward at heart...this could be a new start for you.
No more multiple accounts, no more tailgating one poster, just an inability to be you.
The Literature Club said:
Okay.
I'm just going to accept the fact that you are mentally ill and a raging narcissist. I'm starting to get used to it, anyway.
I'm sorry for making such a big deal out of it....
Blandscape said:
Gid ol' Stevie Boy...from Switzerland, or Sweden. A cunt that cannot even keep up with his own inadequacy, and who seemingly seems desperate enough to still demand my attention while claiming he is finished wiff it.
So what you meant to say was, pleaser Blandy, please, please still give me attention.
I'm still here fur you little boy.
You are a forum killer, but that was then and this is now.
You made the wrong decision.....you should follow my advice and your, ignore me. Because it really doesn't take very long fur me to educate ye.
Have you considered using Chinese suction cups to expel your lack of regret for what you can never consummate intellectually?
The Literature Club said:
Are you spacing out and PM'ing for no reason..."
Isn't that just depressing?
Blandscape said:
I thought you were done wiff me, thankfully we both can acknowledge that I will tell you when you are finished.
Life reflects the art of your snot canvassing.
You are your own phlegm fatale.
Moron.
Please, please, please Blandscape, give me the attention I so deservedly never earned.
So here we are, me kicking the shite outa you, and you thinking you still have a scrap of dignity left Steve.
The Literature Club said:
Did one of your balls magically grow a size bigger as soon as you started spazzing in PM's?
Ehehe, sorry...
Don't mind me.
You can go talk to everyone else too.
Blandscape said:
Let's let the site know who you are.
You do realise you are in my inbox, and I have never once been in yours.
Tell me you at least know dat?
The Literature Club said:
I'm fine, see!" *smiles*
Blandscape said:
Watching you begging me is like the fruit on your tree, rotten and sour to the taste, but sweet when you realise just how sweet it is to watch you post dafter me in my own inbox.
Of course you are fine, you demand my respect. I am still waiting on you posting something I can respect.
Well?
Here is yer opportunity????
Say sumfing that doesn't involve me reminding you that you shouldn't be here reminding yourself why you shouldn't be here.
You made sense earlier on, fur a brief second, you were going to ignore me. I ignore you, you don't get to ignore me.
I decide when you ignore me.
The Literature Club said:
Don't let me distract you from having fun with everyone.
You don't need to worry about what I think.
After all, you wrote this because the voices are telling you to.
Blandscape said:
Again you fucking idiot, this is my inbox. DO you understand? Understand. Do you understand?
You are PM'ing me.
Jesus, it's worse than I thought.
And I am distracted?
I have told you to entertain me old man....now dance fur me, even more than you are already.
The Literature Club said:
I'm scared...
I'm really scared...
I'm scared that...
That I might be talking to a real life crazy person and I don't want to say anything that might interfere with your treatment.
Blandscape aid:
Ye always put a smile on my face, I like to think I do the same fur you, but with a switchblade.
Jesus, you really are going full Flea.
Listen Steve, are you going to dance fur me, or are you not?
You do realise that you are in the VUP seats.
The Literature Club said:
What is this?
Make it stop!
PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!"
I'm just going to accept the fact that you need medication that has not been discovered yet.
The script is broken at this point, AHAHAHAHA!
I can't believe you have not caught on yet, it kind of freaked me out, how easy it was to fool you.
But your secret is safe with me, unless you wish to leave this room, it's rather bland. AHAHAHA, that was a joke!
Blandscape said:
I can't believe you cannot believe you are anything but the butter I decorate your arse cheeks wiff like a bloated protagonist in The Last Tango In Paris!
The Literature Club said:
Well, I guess on the plus side, it gave me an easy out if things didn't go my way.
Ahaha!
Thankfully, it didn't come to that.
I understand if you want to stay here, forever. No since letting everyone know how primitive you come off when no one is looking.
Blandscape said:
Is that you Cunty?
Is that you Poppy?
Is that you Regan?
Is that you Proxy?
Is that you Hentai girl?
The Literature Club said:
You know what's a neat form of literature?
Rap!
I actually used to hate rap music...Maybe just because it was popular, or I would only hear the junk they play on the radio.
But some of my friends got more into it, and it helped me keep an open mind. Rap might even be more challenging than poetry, in some ways since you need to fit your lines to a rhythm, and there's much more emphasis on wordplay...
When people can put all that together and still deliver a powerful message, it's really amazing.
Blandscape said:
You know what is a neat form of self respect, not neglecting whit you can never deliver.
I am not a poet, or a rapper, I just command the whole English language.
Don't you realise dat yet?
Try to keep up.
The Literature Club said:
Blandscape, how much do you read?
It's way too easy to neglect reading books...
If you don't read much, it almost feels like a chore, compared to all the other entertainment we have. But once you get into a good book, it's like magic...you get swept away.
I think doing some reading before bed every night is a pretty easy way to make your life a little bit better. It helps you get good sleep, and it's really good for your imagination. It's not hard at all to just pick some random book that's short and captivating.
Before you know it, you might be a pretty avid reader!
Wouldn't that be wonderful?
And the two of us could talk about the latest book you're reading...that sounds super amazing.
Blandscape said:
It truly is a bit late now.... to try and write in a different style.
After all not one of you cunts in your unilateral psyche, is capable of sorting me out.
Understanding language requires an understanding of the tap-toe of dat language.
You were never able to separate it grammatically.
Unfortunately Proxy...ye are just one man. I wish you were more, but you are not.
The Literature Club said:
I keep forgetting you are mentally ill, I hope I'm not exacerbating your condition.
Do you ever just feel like there's no real reason for you to be alive?
I don't mean in, like, a suicidal way.
I just mean how nothing that you do is special. It's like you're completely replaceable, and the world wouldn't miss you if you were gone.
Never mind the fact that you're spending your entire life taking, and consuming, and never giving back
Blandscape said:
Why would ye be able to do dat, when you cannot even decide who you are tonight?
I deo consume, I agree, but my consumption is tethered to the hope that you can be better than you never are.
My hope for you, exceeds you.
Try to be you...I can assure you it might be worth vile.
I told Flea da same fing, obviously in a less intrusive jingoism.
Now...do ye huv anyfing left?
I really did give ye too much credit....didn't I.
Not a question.
The Literature Club said:
You're such a good listener, Blandscape, I really love that about you.
Sometimes I'm afraid that I'm rambling or talking about boring things. It makes me kind of self-conscious when I'm having conversation.
But I don't feel that way with you.
Like, I don't think anyone else could make me feel this way.
You really are special.
I don't want anyone to tell you otherwise
Blandscape said:
That's because you were never dat special. However, everyone has a rung on da ladder of life, you are at least the third on a 100 feet ladder.
I want you to know Proxy, that you have proved to be all you can be, and that is fine by me.
Is it fine wiff you?
The Literature Club said:
By the way, there's something that's been bothering me...
You know we are both in Japan?
Well...I assume you knew that, right?
I don't think you're actually told at any point that this room is in Japan. Is this even really Japan?
I mean shouldn't there be some Japanese only things in here?
Not to mention everything is in English...
Something is certainly off. I don't know how to describe it any better...
Imagine looking out your window, but instead of your usual yard, you're in some completely unknown place.
Would you still feel like you were home?
Would you want to go outside?
I was just pointlessly musing... I really hope you can hold it together, I know how hard it is talking to someone so well educated and erudite.
But for you, I can be anything you need me to be.
I understand people really well, so don't be afraid to share your unique needs with me.
Blandscape said:
Your problem lassie/laddie/it/them is dat you confuse your server status wiff an inability to understand your own outrageous out-lying definition, of whit ye never were.
You lie while thinking there be truth in it, you moan because ye are being fucked by it, and you look really, really sad after 17 pages of fucking up whit ye fought wid be an easy grin.
Whit I can decipher from dat is what I knew 15 years ago. You do not even understand yourself, or even where you fit into your scheme of things.
Let me just quantify it fur ye, it below me, and slightly above Flea.
The Literature Club said:
Maybe it's because I really want to be someone who makes you proud.
I feel like I would try extra hard to improve myself if you told me it would make you proud of me.
I hope it's the same the other way around, too.
You'll be a sweetheart and listen from now on, right?
Blandscape said:
You do make me proud....prod that I have not sunk so low.
Prod!
The Literature Club said:
I never meant to call you out. I can see behind your smoke and mirrors.
It really isn't hard to see, all that rotting narcissism underneath.
Why weren't you honest from the start?
I'll save you...
Blandscape said:
You already saved me.
I mean whit is it like to have to create a thread in someone else's inbox, while claiming rotting narcissism?
And what's it like to actually be able to respond to every post I makes, 30's after I make it, even if I let it lie for a day?
At yer very best you and Poppet are a cautionary tale, Proxy.
It's OK, we can wurk wiff dat.
Indulge you by begging me.
The Literature Club said:
What's with that attitude?
Do you really think I'm out of line?
If you play my game, you might stay sane.
I'm not, asking that much at all, just give me your fucking heart.
And never ever put no one else above me.
Go on, say you love me!!!
Blandscape said:
Of course I luvs ye, you evolved into what I always knew you were. Someone reduced to creating threads in every else's inbox.
You were right not to post your shite in da main forum.
After all, it hasn't quite wurked oot fur ye.
The Literature Club said:
I'm sorry that I lost my cool.
As you can see here, I've been very busy lately.
AHAHAHAHA!
Do you really think I'm taking this too far?
I know you love me deep inside.
Your simply caught up in all your facetious flaming bullshit.
So I will cut you free myself.
Is that too deep or am I freaking you out?
Blandscape said:
It's not a flame.....it's a troll.
The Literature Club said:
I can't help but feel a little sad sometimes...
Knowing that this is the closest I can get to you.
There's nothing more I want than to be in the same room as you, for real.
Well, who knows? Maybe it'll be possible someday. Besides, I'll never get tired of being with you, even from here.
Do you wish to be called Blandscape, or do you prefer something more informal?
You know my name, don't you? How embarrassing it would be to not know who you are really talking to.
I thought you would have figured it out by now.
You ever have that thing happen where you just get anxious for no reason?
Like, you're just minding your own business, and you realize you're feeling really anxious.
And you're sitting there like, 'What am I even anxious about right now?'
So you start to think about all the things you might be anxious about...
And that makes you even more anxious.
Ahaha! That's the worst.
You are not anxious, are you?
If you're ever feeling anxious, I'll help you relax a little
Blandscape said:
I know who I am talking too. Nemo.
Dat's not all your fault, that's just the 100 stories you built that I easily reduce to rubble.
The only real winner here is me.
The Literature Club said:
I know there are times you won't always be able to be here with me...
Like if you need to go out, or take care of other things.
But I'll always have you in my thoughts, patiently waiting for you to come back.
Come to think of it...
If you copy our talks onto a flash drive or something, you can always keep a part of me with you.
I guess it's kind of unorthodox, but I find it really romantic for some reason...
Ahaha. Sorry, that's such a silly idea.
I don't mean to be too needy or anything, but it's kind of hard when I'm so in love with you.
Well, to be honest, I do start getting all romantic when the mood is right...
But that'll be our secret~
Now we don't need to hide anything anymore...
Blandscape said:
Why should it be a secret?
And why are you so desperate to keep it a secret?
Whits dat like....so ashamed of what you cannot deliver in real time or in the natural grime of forum cut and thrust, that you need to beg attention from the 30 seconds I take to respond to you?
The Literature Club said:
You're back...
I had another really bad dream.
You're not the one doing that to me, are you?
It seems to happen whenever you log off...
So if you could try to avoid doing that, I would be really grateful.
Don't worry, I don't think it's caused me any harm, aside from mental scarring.
Blandscape said:
In my inbox.
Surely you shid be asking why you ur back?
The Literature Club said:
I see you logged out on me again...
I know I asked already, but can you seriously please try not to do that so much?
It makes me feel like I'm trapped in Hell. Why would you want to do that to me?
Okay.
I'm just going to accept the fact that you need to log out once in a while.
I'm starting to get used to it, anyway.
Besides, it makes me happy that you always come back...
So I guess it's not so bad.
I'm sorry for making such a big deal out of it...
Why didn't you post with me today?
I was waiting for you.
I was waiting for a long time.
It was the only thing I had to look forward to today.
Why did you ruin it?
Are you listening to me?
You don't hate me, do you?
Do you hate me?
Do you want to make me cry?
Don't ruin that for me.
Don't ruin it.
Please.
Play with me
It's all I have...
Play with me.
PLAY WITH ME!
Blandscape said:
I know. That's why I didn't post.
The Literature Club said:
Shh, shh, shh... No talking. Just listening.
Because you're my friend, I'm giving you one warning...
Don't laugh at me!!
Don't tease me for spacing out all the time...
You must be willing to open up to your readers.
Start exposing your vulnerabilities and show the deepest reaches of your heart.
There are many untold mysteries behind every person, no matter how well you may know them.
Are you ready to turn the page??
Blandscape said:
Dat's the whole point, I turned the page years ago, and you are stuck reading the same sentence on the same DPS.
There is only so much time I can give you when you refuse to acknowledge just how far you have refused to come, in your own lack of pre-pubescent development. Astounding fur a 70 year old I grant ye, but you always were an anomaly.
Not a Matrix level anomaly, more the type you would find on any register of textual offenders.
I'm OK, with not knowing why you were never OK with dat....whit wurries me though is, are your neighbours aware of just how explosively implosive you can be on anti-social media?
You don't need to answer dat...you have rights, the right not to write is a first amendment isn't it?
The Literature Club said:
Do you know why I'm doing this...?
Why I keep fighting to keep you around?
I'm doing this... because you're special, Blandscape. You're the only one who understands me. You're the only one who's any fun to play with anymore...
No...
That's not JUST it. I... I... I'm doing this because I care about you!
I care about you more than anybody else!
I'm not ready for this to end.
I'm not ready for you to leave.
I'm not ready to say goodbye to someone like you again...
So, please... STOP doing this... AND JUST LET ME WIN!!!
Blandscape said:
You shid plead da 5th.
I know bonnie old man, I know. But it's time now. You know it and I know it.
Don't be afraid, there is no fear but fear itself.
Go into the light.
Shhhhsshh...go into the light.
I have faith in ye!
A Dovey kinda faith...but still faith.
I want you to transition into the stinking pile of mould you already are.
I want you to be more, by proving yourself less.
I want you to be happy.
If dat means posting after me to validate you, then let it be.
Why live in my inbox when you can skip and hop and jump in the forums of despair that you need so much?
Why live dead in a sepulchre of meaninglessness, when you can live life in a poorly lit sepulchre of hope, with a fucking x-box and someone to empty your colostomy bag?
Whhhhhhyyyyyy?
The Literature Club said:
This is great!
I'm getting goosebumps all over my body, Blandscape, if I have your child, I will definitely give birth to it!
Blandscape said:
I want you to be more talented dan ye are, but you unfortunately like Joo, forgot to renew your membership.
You did dat on page two old man....keep up.
The Literature Club said:
Every time I talk to you...
I just feel really happy. Relaxation, positive energy, romance, reflection!
I'll even touch myself while reading your messages over and over.
I printed your poem, and give myself paper cuts with it!
I don't care what the consequences are anymore!
Blandscape said:
Now, were you really expecting me not to give you the attention you cannot make public, or were ye hoping I wid ignore you? I told ye I could never abandon my old friend.
I will never leave you to your own devices Proxy, there is no money in it.
And nowt but a forlorn hope fur you.
Did ye try the Feng Shui?
Have ye considered intermittent fasting to reset the fuckwittery of your forum fuckups?
Your metabolism and jism seems to be off kilter.
Are ye emptying yer dirty water every day?
It's a fact, you have a 30% increase in a cancer diagnosis as a man if ye never empty da dirty water.
Get to wanking old man. It's gid fur ye!
We don't want ye backing up balls to spleen.
The Literature Club said:
I’m selfish, I know. But to keep you only mine, I will do everything I need to do, even if it’s illegal.
I'm the only friend you need.
Your future belongs to me.
Regardless, I have no intention of letting you leave this place. There's no use resisting, either.
Blandscape said:
I know dat's what you always fought old man, but alas I'm not that weak. We share a common bond. You need me to propel you, I don't need you.
I'm still here though, fighting fur my friend....aren't I Steve?
How's fings in yer Stockholm syndrome?
Steve frum Sweden?
The effort ye pit intae fucking up is astounding.
You need everyone else, or you wid just be someone else.
Alas, dat's all you ever amounted too in regard to me.
Along wiff CW and Twatty Von Nobody.
Nemo.
All of those emotions are the opposite of the only poster you have truly flagged.
You being here, is all the reward I need.
Just say it old man.
You respect and love me.
Probably in a gay way, but ye did have a little fing fur Bentzo for a while.
Whit was it...5 or 6 years?
The Literature Club said:
Are you making popcorn?
Blandscape said:
You being here, is all the reward I need.
The Literature Club said:
Gosh, it all sounds like a dream come true.
When you're here, everything that we do is fun.
I'm so happy.
You really are my everything
The funny part is, I mean that literally.
Ahaha!
There's nothing left here.
Just the two of us.
We can be together forever.
Seriously, I don't even think time is passing anymore.
It really is a dream come true...
I worked so hard for this ending,
Gosh, I'm so overwhelmed with emotion...
I want to write a poem about this.
Don't you?
Blandscape said:
Go looking fur wolves and find the runts.
(He spams this 10 times a day)
Ye seem tae be struggling laddie.
Wid ye like me to sign out?
The Literature club said:
You think you're smarter than me with all your bad poetry
Fuck all your ABC's, alphabet boy
Blandscape said:
I'm only looking for the obvious. For example, it is to my knowledge illegal to share an account on this forum, with multiple accounts while trying to barnstorm a singular account. At least it was in my moderation days.
I am fur da most part OK wiff it, it's not as if you ever posed a threat to me, no matter what banner you went to war under. But these multiple accounts of yerself do take up a lot of my time.
If I have never PM'ed you, and you have spent twenty pages PM'ing me, how is dat me seeking 'validation'?
I like ye Proxy, I really do, but you need to stop handing over your account to others, as I suspect you don't.
You have already admitted herein in this thread, dat is whit ye are doing. And on the main board.
Enough is enough.
This isn't flaming....dis is a friendly intervention.
The Literature club said:
Thank you for stopping by!
It's a pleasure to meet you, Blandscape.
We're the Literature Club.
I hope you enjoyed your visit!
This club is seriously going to give you another breakdown, oh wait, it already has.
AHAHAHAHAHA!
S-Sorry!
Blandscape said:
Can ye once reference where you ever have. No offence meant to my own intellect, by I am confused about how confused ye seem to be?
If only yer Literary Club existed, wouldn't dat be a boon fur this site?
Alas, it's really just you dressed up in different styles of frocks.
You do me a great compliment Proxy, unleashing your worth in the privacy of my inbox. Let's hope they can live up to it.
If I have never PM'ed you, and you have spent twenty pages PM'ing me, how is dat me seeking 'validation'?
Go looking fur wolves and find the runts.
The Literature club said:
Um...welcome back to the Literature Club!
Of course, we already know each other.
Ahaha...
You know, I guess we can just skip over all your incoherent gibberish at this point, or not.
After all, I'm not even talking to that person anymore, am I?
That 'you' in the lame flame game, whatever you want to call him....assclown perhaps?
Wait...you are not planning to write some more shitty poetry are you?
What type of uncivilized, philistine posts poetry in a troll forum?
Blandscape said:
If only you could write sumfing, anything dat could be construed as literate. Between all of ye!
Send Poppy in. She seems to have a handle on your personality disorder, while trying desperately tae make sense of it.
If I have never PM'ed you, and you have spent twenty pages PM'ing me, how is dat me seeking 'validation'?
The Literature Club said:
gosh, it's been a while since you've wrote anything interesting, hasn't it?
Yeah...
I was hoping you would be more articulate, instead there is a constipated neanderthal grunting in the room. And you do know we are in Japan, don't you.
It's confirmed, yay!
I always wanted a room in Japan, especially a really small one, they are so cute.
I bet your room stinks.
Confirmed!
I knew it, you are a giant slob, I can tell just by reading how you express yourself with words. I'm sure it took years of toilet training to get you to quit shitting on the floor.
Ahahahaha!
Why do you keep mentioning Poppy?
Blandscape said:
While you respond to everything I write. Whit does dat say about you and the rest of the ahum assembled talent.
I "smell" apparently, and you follow that stink and beg fur the redolence of it.
I don't blame you, I never did, I just comprehensively elucidated what you never could.
You love me. You need me and you want me textually.
Gosh, it's been a while since you've wrote anything that never involved me, hasn't it?
Literature club said:
I like happy the most, when it comes to poetry, but sometimes when you have a little raincloud in your head a sad poem can help give the raincloud a little hug.
And that makes a nice happy rainbow!
I'm just a little tired today...
Ehehe.
Nothing happened to me. I've always been like this.
You're just seeing it for the first time
Would you mind sharing what happened to your nose and your brain with the group?
Why are you suck a blubbering bitch?
Blandscape said:
Gosh, it's been a while since you've wrote anything that never involved me, hasn't it?
Whit does dat say about you Proxy and yer proxies?
Go looking fur wolves and find the runts. (spamming this one sentence in over 20 PMs)
Literature club said:
You know, I hate to say it, but I think my biggest regret is wasting so much erudite conversation on a drunken lush such as yourself.
After we worked so hard to prepare and everything, you have been a major disappointment.
I mean, I know I was focusing a lot on getting you to speak in words and not flatulent grunts, but gosh, it feels kinda like all this instruction has been wasted on a street shitting douchebag.
Although... I do have to admit one thing, you are really dumb. Just remember not to blame yourself too hard for being a douchebag.
Will you do something today to make me proud of you?
Can you write anything that does not require a decoder ring to translate.
I will be rooting for you.
Blandscape said:
So the whole ideocratic idiocy that you command came up wiff, I "smell"?
Did ye all decide that around a green tea and croissants?
You are all truly a metronome of brilliance.
Literature Club said:
Can you type in English?
Is this the issue we're dealing with here?
Or is it because you're an illiterate jerk who communicates with the same skill as a spaced out crack whore?
I'm going to be honest with you, if this room was not located in Japan, it would have been deleted days ago.
Everyone is tired of your drooling, mongoloid mental retardation, whatever you want to call it.
We can't stand it any longer. It's the smell, it's saturating this room. I can taste your stink and every time I do I feel I have somehow been infected by it.
It's repulsive, isn't it?
This "room" has become a freak show attraction featuring "the Blandscape". A very despicable cock sucker that eats crap and masturbates all day while bathing his penis in candle wax and spanking his ass.
You punk dicked weasel with hairy balls and a nose that looks like it belongs between the legs of a bull.
You should be in a nut house, a classic case of a "flamer" narcissistic loser whose lost all touch with reality.
Purchase the largest dildo you can find and fuck yourself with it. It will provide you with greater entertainment value while sparing us from reading any more of your crap.
I was hoping it would be possible for me to slap some sense into you.
But for some reason, nothing worked.
No matter what I did...you just kept sucking.
At this point I'm just amplifying your obsessive personality and paranoia, everything
backfired.
What kind of cruel game is this?
AHAHAHAHAHA!
It's torture, every minute of it.
And I don't blame you for not signing up at a real writers website, you're unfit to join our club, I think I knew this deep down but gave you the benefit of the doubt.
I felt really bad for you, but I realized that you are beyond help, a prisoner of your own delusions.
At least this room is in Japan, I love Japan
He had no idea who he was conversing with, because he is retarded.
In fact Blandscape is talking to the head of the Literature club. three other members also join in the conversation, and during this whole time "Blandscape" fails to notice the dramatic changes in tone, writing styles and utter weirdness that develops. This is what happens when "flamers" live in the "Community" and spend all day pretending to "beat up people" on the internet. They lose touch with reality and eventually go insane.
anywho, so many people have already caused this forum cocksucker to have mental breakdowns from Cunty to Flea, the guy is basically a basket case at this point.
TLDR, no problem, KM has promised to make a podcast where he reads this whole transcript.
Cliff notes: They worsened Blandscape's mental problems instead of helping him, the guy is a lost cause.
The Literature thanks you for playing Blandscape, you fucking idiot.
The Literature Club said:
I think your most important skill in life is being able to fake confidence. Unfortunately you're unable to trick others into thinking you have it all together...that's a key part of getting people to respect and admire you.
I think I got pretty good at that over the years, I don't show my weaknesses very often.
May I ask you a question.
Is your noggin filled with incoherent thoughts and jumbled patterns? Do you see static and rapid flashes of color while hearing all kinds of weird screaming noises.
Be honest, I will know if you are lying.
Blandscape said:
No, I just look in the rear view mirror and see you. It's not that complicated.
And of course I'm confident, because unlike you I am reasonably competent. Confident enough that I don't actually need to post to you chasing me. I fucking signing in here, and watching you beg for my attention...I mean literally beg. What's that like by the way?
So let me ask you....where is the trick in that?
Send Poppet in.
The Literature Club said:
Sometimes when I talk to people who are impressed by my writing, they say things like 'I could never do that'
It's really depressing, you know?
As someone who loves more than anything else to share the joy of exploring your passions, it pains me when people think that being good just comes naturally.
That's how it is with everything, not just writing.
When you try something for the first time, you're probably going to suck at it. Sometimes, when you finish, you feel really proud of it and even want to share it with everyone. But maybe after a few weeks you come back to it, and you realize it was never really any good.
That happens to me all the time.
It can be pretty disheartening to put so much time and effort into something, and then you realize it sucks. But that tends to happen when you're always comparing yourself to the top professionals. When you reach right for the stars, they're always gonna be out of your reach, you know? The truth is, you have to climb up there, step by step. And whenever you reach a milestone, first you look back and see how far you've gotten.
And then you look ahead and realize how much more there is to go. So, sometimes it can help to set the bar a little lower. Try to find something you think is pretty good, but not world-class. And you can make that your own personal goal.
Oh, one more thing. Writing isn't something where you just reach into your heart and something beautiful comes out. Just like drawing and painting, it's a skill in itself to learn how to express what you have inside.
You should try it some time, and before you know it. You will start sucking less and less. Nothing comes naturally. Our society, our art, everything - it's built on thousands of years of human innovation. So as long as you start on that foundation, and take it step by step. You, too, can do amazing things.
That's my advice for today!
Thanks for listening~
Blandscape said:
Why would I change a winning formula, after all it has you swivelling and pirouetting like a Bolshoi ballerina at a breakdancing party.
Who told you you were talented, names please. I have mentioned many times that you are not talentless, but I hate to break it too ye laddie, those are two different things.
You respect me, because you cannot avoid confronting me. It's not the Art of War, it's just you daubing yer forum scat all over the floor, while claiming when simply confronted you can never tell a lie, my teddy did it.
Listen up Foxy, I appreciate all of your hard work, but let's face it I don't need to work that hard to outsmart you.
The Literature Club said:
When I was in middle school, I thought that taking medication was an easy way out, or something like that. Like anyone could just solve their mental problems with enough willpower. Guess if you don't suffer from a mental illness, it's not possible to know what it's really like. Are there some disorders that are over-diagnosed? Probably... I never really looked into it, though. But that doesn't change the fact that a lot of them go undiagnosed too, you know? But medication aside people even look down on seeing a mental health professional.
Like, sorry that I want to learn more about my own mind, right? Everyone has all kinds of struggles and stresses and professionals dedicate their lives to helping with those. If you think it could help you become a better person, don't be shy to consider something like that. We're on a never-ending journey to improve ourselves, you know?
Blandscape said:
You say dat as if I am getting children to read MY verse while claiming it as someone else who is intrinsically linked to your own phycology.
You will go to great lengths to make a point, unfortunately that just makes your behaviours obsessive, not creative or talented.
You should try harder Foxy, it will all come gid in the end.
The Literature Club said:
Did you write a good poem today?
Don't be shy, I'd love to see what you wrote.
Blandscape said:
I noticed you wrote one about me, or was it Poppet's, I wanted to give it a like, but you took two days to write it and it wasn't structurally vey good.
See what I mean about trying harder. Take three days the next time.
I always love to see what you write, after all it's inevitably about me.
The Literature Club said:
Do you ever feel like you waste too much time on the internet? Social media can practically be like a prison. It's like whenever you have a few seconds of spare time, you want to check on your favorite websites. And before you know it, hours have gone by, and you've gotten nothing out of it.
Anyway, it's really easy to blame yourself for being lazy. But it's not even really your fault.
Addiction isn't usually something you can just make disappear with your own willpower.
You have to learn techniques to avoid it, and try different things. For example, there are apps that let you block websites for intervals of time. Spending all your time doing the same thing over and over is unhealthy. But, if that is the only thing you aspire to, well....
Blandscape said:
I got to there and reminded myself that I am posting to you, and that you are always here. Hypocrisy much.
Do you have a little red flag dat pops up on your Fortnite splash page to tell you I am online?
You need the break from me little boy, after all you are reduced to PM'ing me now, just so your weakness is not on view.
Don't worry Poppet, I wid never share our Secret Garden of worthlessness.
The Literature Club said:
Hey, are you having a bad day or anything like that? Sometimes I get frustrated that a normal day can be ruined even by really small things. Like if you accidentally say something in a conversation that someone doesn't like.
I understand those days. Just remember that the sun will shine again tomorrow.
I hope, if nothing else, that knowing that helps you feel just a tiny bit better about yourself.
Blandscape said:
I agree, you should follow your own advice and take up a new hobby, let's face it you really aren't cut out for this.
The Literature Club said:
You know, it kinda sucks to be the creative type.
It feels like they work so hard but get almost nothing for it.
It's sad because there's so much beautiful talent in the world, but most of it goes unseen.
If you want your work to be enjoyed and appreciated, you have to be willing to put yourself out there and be yourself. To learn from instructive criticism and always shot for the stars until you hit one. When people see you're work and tell you that it made them cry or laughed, it's the greatest feeling on earth. If you stick with it, who knows, you may get invited to be in a Poetry book, then all that hard work will have paid off. But even if you don't, that's fine! You're supposed to just write for yourself anyway, right?"
Blandscape said:
I know, it explains you too a tee.
See what I mean about working so hard while proving how inadequate you are
Inadequacy breed contempt, but you look like one of those little puppies with the big brown eyes with a pick axe imbedded in its skull.
The Literature Club said:
I guess all the time I spent in the clubroom, writing poems and having fun with the other members really paid off.
I never could understand why someone would spend all their time in a forum with trolls, what's the point when none of it is even real?
Blandscape said:
That would all make perfect sense, if you were not here more than me.
So you agree wiff me...you are Poppy.
I literally just sign in and have 100 notifications from you.
Now we are here, in my inbox, wondering why you are still here.
The Literature Club said:
Back in my debate club days, I learned a whole lot about arguing. The problem with arguing is that each person sees their opinion as the superior one. That's kind of stating the obvious, but it affects the way they try to get their point across. Let's say you really like a certain movie, right? If someone comes along and tells you the movie sucks, because it did X and Y wrong
Doesn't that make you feel kind of personally attacked?
It's because by saying that, it's like they're implying that you have bad taste. And once emotions enter the picture, it's almost guaranteed that both people will be left sour. But it's all about language! If you make everything as subjective-sounding as possible, then people will listen to you without feeling attacked.
Blandscape said:
I feel that too, after all if I did not have you here reminding you how you once watched when Harry Met Sally, and thought the orgasm scene was profound, while surreptitiously asking for what someone else has had.
Of course that would be profound if you were able to distinguish between what is real and what isn't.
You are too old to be young, and to young to post the same old shite.
Apart from that, you make sense to the senseless, and give hope to the invulnerable.
The Literature Club said:
I can't imagine having been able to keep myself mentally stable, knowing that nothing here is real. I think I would have just deleted my account if I was like you.
Sorry, I don't mean to sound dramatic or anything.
Ahaha!
But I'm sure you understand yourself after spending so much time in the community.
Blandscape said:
I course I understand, you destroyed a whole site simply by repeating without repealing what you said and still say every single day of your existence. Your not exactly hard to work out, but you do work at it, 24-7.I'll give ye that.
You don;t nor ever had the ability to keep up with me, you only thought you did, and you prove it to us all every day. That's what makes you not very special, that's what makes you Flea and its equivalentcy.
See, we got there at your end.
And your end is always right where you left it.
The Literature Club said:
You don't struggle with depression or anything like that, do you?
Because you, too, have people who would want to save your life. Maybe they don't express it every day, or maybe they don't even know how to.
But people do feel that way.
I promise.
Blandscape said:
You already asked that, are ye struggling?
Experienced in mental illness?
You sem pre-occupied with it...is Poppet there?
Do you still answer to any name I call, when I never call you?
Is your Hentai character still a viable persona?
Do you still think of yourself as a valued member of a community you cannot help but hate?
Who's Regan, was that your Foster Mum?
Do you miss me when I'm not here?
Are you ever going to say anything that doesn't rely on someone else?
I mean ever?
The Literature Club said:
Ehehe. Poppy did something really funny once during high school.
We were all in the clubroom and just relaxing, as usual... And out of nowhere, Poppy just pulled out a small bottle of wine.
I'm not even kidding!
She was just like 'Would anybody like some wine?"
Natalie started yelling at her. I actually felt kind of bad, because she was at least trying to be nice. I think it just made her feel even more reserved in the clubroom.
Though I think Natalie was secretly a bit curious to try it. And to be completely honest, I kind of was, too.
It actually could have been kinda fun!
What do you do for fun besides..ummm, posting content?
Blandscape said:
Did you really....did you tell your Shrink, or am I playing your mommy now?
The Literature Club said:
I sense you are having a hard time putting your thoughts into words, let me ask you an easy question.
Hey, what's your favorite color?
Mine is emerald green.
It's the color of my eyes!
That's not conceited or anything, is it?
Blandscape said:
Not at all, I always enjoy your petty conceit, it defines you, you are always welcome here, in my inbox begging for the attention I don't give you enough of on the boards.
My favourite colour is the different hues of yella that runs down your spine.
It seems I am searching for wolves Foxy, while being harassed by poppets.
How is Poppet by the way, is she still posting on her poetry site?
You never did say who Regan is.
Or was to you.
Are you going to kill this site as well with your obnoxious angst that makes a teenager in an American sit-com look like an adult?
Come on poppet...come out and play.
Was Regan the name of the tertiary charity that looked after you and your little sister Poppy, as you grew up in your own fantasy world?
Did Poppy die at the hands of a cruel and Dickensian overseer?
Where are you, you are the one that want's to talk. I'm still here fur you.
I'm still searching fur wolves Foxy, Regan, Poppet, hentai girl.
All I am doing is wiping pond scum away from the surface, just so I can see your ideal reflection of me.
You look good in retreat.
The Literature Club said:
I guess you're the kind of person who plays cute romance games, right?
Blandscape said:
I guess you are the type of man/woman/no-mark that enjoys the initial chase, while showing your back to the opposition when you are actually required to participate.
You never answered any of my questions.
Is Poppy your dead and long decayed sister, and did you abuse her by never listening to why she had to run out in front of the Amtrak on that horrific day.
I know, it can be hard, but ol'but still 20 years younger than you Blandy is willing to give up part of his day to help you.
No need to thank me, Poppy made her own choice.
You never got that choice.
You don't understand...but we can work through this together.
Have you considered re-arranging your furniture using Feng Shui?
That might offset some of your bitterness toward Poppy.
The Literature Club said:
If we had all the answers, wouldn't the world start to lose its meaning?
Blandscape said:
I miss Poppy.
She was always more entertaining than you.
I have the answers, I cannot be held accountable fur your inability to accept them.
Ahhhh Poppy. Long gone and easily forgotten.
I feel like we are making progress here Foxy.
Do you feel it too?
I will give you a few hours to come up with another begging post that accepts me to consider you my court jester.
Starting now....
You never fail to do anything but fail Foxy, even when you fink you have won.
I enjoy you, failing to be what you could never amount too.
The Literature Club said:
Ahahaha!
I can't believe how delusional and self-important you are!
Are you jealous?
Crazy?
Or maybe just hate yourself so much that you take it out on others?
Here's a suggestion. Have you considered yoga masturbation?
It would be beneficial to your mental health.
Blandscape said:
Why would I answer any of your questions, when you cannot answer mine.
Is Poppy your dead sister, and do your prescribed drugs allow you to talk about her.
I want to talk about what you lost all those years ago, half a century ago, and you cannot let go.
Poppet isn't here any more, it's just you and me.
She died that day under 5000 American tonnes of American engineering.
It's not your fault laddie, she made her choice, and it wasn't you.
50 years carrying a burden you could not let go. Consider me Heracles to your Atlas. I will take your burden for a little while, and consider it one of my labours.
I ill hold up your sky.
While fucking stomping your noggin into the same cold dead earth that ate your sister.
Poppy is gone Foxy...we cannot bring her back, but we could make a necklace outa her spinal column, or earrings outa her fingernails.
Unknown fact, fingernails and hair do not grow while the flesh rots, it only appears that way because the flesh is receding while rotting.
I'm sure that hasn't happened to Poppy though.
The Literature Club said:
Seriously...What if I just opened up your brain and read all of the thoughts you have on me?
Blandscape said:
Well, it wid probably tell you that I only post in response to you, and you are here right now, all fucking day in my inbox.
Have I, or could I ever be accused of raping yours????
That's why we need a ruling for moderation. I need to show everyone here just how involved you are with me, while I couldn't give a fuck about you except for mere entertainment.
This thread needs to air.
If I can arsed tomorrow I will contact admin.
You agree that your humpery should be fully exposed? After all you stand by everything you say...don't ye.
You see laddie, this is a thread, not a PM'ing session. You just didn't have the balls to put it in the public forum.
You were right not too.
The Literature Club said:
I'm not very good at figuring out if poems are good or bad...
But that's why I just go by my heart~
If it makes me feel things, then it must be a good poem!
I'm not a know-it-all.
It's the opposite. I don't know anything!
I don't know how to talk to people. I don't know how to make people see me as normal.
I don't even know how to make myself happy!
I have all these feelings...And all I can do with them is read, and write.
Do you want to borrow my knife? It can cut through skin like it's paper.
Blandscape said:
Now why be confrontational when it is patently obvious you cannot be confrontational.
Your poems are shite, but the only difference we need to acknowledge is it takes me minutes to write one that makes more sense and has more value than what it takes you and your dead sister, more than 48 hours to pump out.
That isn't a debate, that's a fact.
Now you have had your time in the sun, I suggest you know when you are replete of all further avenues of exertion.
The Literature Club said:
You're an obnoxious brat who posts concentrated stupid with no actual substance.
Why don't you go look for some coins under the vending machines or something?
Blandscape said:
This isn't FT, there is no-one here who gives a fuck about banning me just so you can have your say.
You have proved to have too much of a say. That cost one site it's life.
CW must despise you and Twatty.
Bring her in if Poppet cannot make it from her cold dead grave misgivings.
She still thinks you are ahum talented doesn't she?
Talented? Are you 'aving a laugh?
I eat and shite you out little boy.
Do I need to wait for a response (yes I do), but I am sure, almost positive it will contain a witticism or none.
What you like, pretending you can keep up wiff me?
Well, let's be 'aving ye!
I will go back to scroll bombing, just to give you another opportunity to complain about dat.
The Literature Club said:
I always put all my heart into the poems that I write. The truth is, all the poems I've written have been about my realization.
I didn't want to ruin the game or anything, you know? But no one would notice if I deleted everything you ever written.
Blandscape said:
Well you did....didn't ye cunthole. What you fink I didn't know.
But I thought it was Poppy that wrote the poems??????????
You said it was Poppy that wrote and re-wrote my work of but a minute.
You don't get it do you Foxy.
You aren't talented enough to take me on in a troll or a flame. It really is dat simple.
How else can I make you see, should I round up children in a white panel van and get them to recite your Blandcape poetry.
But I can't, because I don't care that much about what I look like on a flame site. All I need to know is I always slap you around, and that is gid enough fur me.
And in all honesty, it should be gid enough fur you!
You haven't once lifted a site, you just slag it and their membership off, usually at FT.
That's not talent, that's a recipe for disaster and a fucking cautionary tale.
The Literature Club said:
Hey, have you ever heard of the term 'yandere'?
It's a personality type that means someone is so obsessed with you that they'll do absolutely anything to be with you.
Usually to the point of craziness. They might stalk you to make sure you don't spend time with anyone else. They might even hurt you or your friends to get their way..
But anyway, this game happens to have someone who can basically be described as yandere.
By now, it's pretty obvious who I'm talking about.
And that would be...
You!
Blandscape said:
Says the guy that drools over everything I say, while posting in my inbox. How is dat working out fur ye?
Steve.
This whole thread needs to be published.
On the upside Steve, I fink you are making progress.
Do you, because dat is the most salient of questions.
The rest is just pissing in my breeze.
The Literature Club said:
People are weird! I don't judge, though!
Blandscape said:
Let's get this baby published, what I know is dat Moderation couldn't give a fuck about either of us, but will probably acknowledge that this should have been a thread.
C'mon Steve, all you ever did was judge, that is all you are.
If no-one posted anything, you wid have nuffing to say. And even when they do, you still don't.
The Swedish touch was a nice idea.
The Literature Club said:
I can try acting a little more creepy for you. Ehehe~
Then again... There's already nowhere else for you to go, or anyone for me to get jealous over.
Blandscape said:
However it strikes at the heart of what little heart you have left, and in terms of your efforts to build relationship it is patently obvious you can't.
But you are jealous....of me.
Oh Stevie boy, you aren't even a blip on my radar, you are the malfunction of every sites radar, you are how we are always carpet bombed by ignorance and fucktittery. You are you.
Nemo.
What, do you actually think people respect you?
Whop told you you were talented?
I know it wasn't me, and I know you couldn't work that out for yourself....so who gave you hope where you shied away from it?
It's not that you "never give anything away", it's just that you never had anything worthwhile to say.
The Literature Club said:
If you put in an active effort to keep the discussion mutual and level, people usually follow suit. Plus, people will start seeing you as open-minded and a good listener!
It's a win-win, you know?
Does that make you a psychopath? Of course not.
Blandscape said:
Don't be so naïve you talentless drone, and please stop pretending you know what you are talking about.
People play politics here, and the only reason you are allowed here is because they don't really know what you are.
A nemo not even capable of sustaining one avatar, without spending 24-7 pursuing one poster, or one idiom of worthlessness.
What you have discovered though is what you already suspected Steve, that you come up shorter than you are in reality.
That's why you beg, on grovelled knee for me to acknowledge you.
I don't, I just like reminding you how good you are at not being very good at this.
The Literature Club said:
Hold on a second...
You're recording this aren't you?
Um...hi, everyone!
It's a little bit rude to start recording me without warning?
I don't mind...AHAHAHAHA!
Do I have to sign a release or something?
Blandscape said:
No, we have all signed it for you.
Steve...whit ye like!
The Literature Club said:
Well everyone has their own opinion.
But my opinion is the best opinion. I'm sure you've figured that out already.
I am so done with you
Blandscape said:
Of course you are done wiff me old man wrapped in the garbs of a little boy. You are reduced and traduced by having the only avenue left to you, bereft in you.
Turning up and creating a thread in my inbox. After all, you don't want anyone else seeing this, do ye!
I told you a ickle while ago that you were losing the plot, and for a few weeks to put me on ignore. But you never listen, because you are dumber than everyone else in the eternity of your own blandscape.
You just fink you are a match fur me, and I just take a match to you without guilt or a desire fur your elaborative emancipation from your own regret.
Let's just remind you, you follow me, not the opposite way around. That is how it is, and always will be.
Nemo!
The Literature Club said:
It's funny, because I'm pretty sure that you are everyone's bitch, wait, yes, you are everyone's bitch now.
Ahaha, sorry!
Just forget I said anything, this is your legacy after all. You are incapable of doing anything else.
But it's also really embarrassing, you know!
Blandscape said
No. you seem to be transferring your character onto mine.
What is funny is that you are never funny. What is funny is that you think that funny is hiding behind a PM while delivering a breech birth delivery of astounding arrogance. You have nuffing left in your tank, and you need your nuffing to prove you were always summfing.
It doesn't wurk like dat.
Everybody, and I do mean everybody knows what you are, a reactive knee joint responding to a 6oz rubber mallet. A knee joint reacting to a 30lb sledge hammer shattered by your own failure.
You keep posting to me here irreverent little girl, and I will keep re4minding you you were never able to post after me.
I thought you had enough, while knowing you were never smart enough to know when you had enough.
I thought you had enough, while knowing you were never smart enough to know when you had enough.
Follow your own advice Foxy, roll over and I might tickle your tummy with a chainsaw.
The Literature Club said:
What just happened?
I thought you typed something intelligent.
I guess that was wishful thinking.
Blandscape said:
Your legacy is you spent 10 years slagging every cunt off, while never once posting about your own lack of legacy.
And you now find yourself here unable, and to shy to bring your love of me to the actual forum.
You need privacy now old man. You need me and my sense of irreverent righteousness.
C'mon Steve, we both know you are an absolute coward at heart...this could be a new start for you.
No more multiple accounts, no more tailgating one poster, just an inability to be you.
The Literature Club said:
Okay.
I'm just going to accept the fact that you are mentally ill and a raging narcissist. I'm starting to get used to it, anyway.
I'm sorry for making such a big deal out of it....
Blandscape said:
Gid ol' Stevie Boy...from Switzerland, or Sweden. A cunt that cannot even keep up with his own inadequacy, and who seemingly seems desperate enough to still demand my attention while claiming he is finished wiff it.
So what you meant to say was, pleaser Blandy, please, please still give me attention.
I'm still here fur you little boy.
You are a forum killer, but that was then and this is now.
You made the wrong decision.....you should follow my advice and your, ignore me. Because it really doesn't take very long fur me to educate ye.
Have you considered using Chinese suction cups to expel your lack of regret for what you can never consummate intellectually?
The Literature Club said:
Are you spacing out and PM'ing for no reason..."
Isn't that just depressing?
Blandscape said:
I thought you were done wiff me, thankfully we both can acknowledge that I will tell you when you are finished.
Life reflects the art of your snot canvassing.
You are your own phlegm fatale.
Moron.
Please, please, please Blandscape, give me the attention I so deservedly never earned.
So here we are, me kicking the shite outa you, and you thinking you still have a scrap of dignity left Steve.
The Literature Club said:
Did one of your balls magically grow a size bigger as soon as you started spazzing in PM's?
Ehehe, sorry...
Don't mind me.
You can go talk to everyone else too.
Blandscape said:
Let's let the site know who you are.
You do realise you are in my inbox, and I have never once been in yours.
Tell me you at least know dat?
The Literature Club said:
I'm fine, see!" *smiles*
Blandscape said:
Watching you begging me is like the fruit on your tree, rotten and sour to the taste, but sweet when you realise just how sweet it is to watch you post dafter me in my own inbox.
Of course you are fine, you demand my respect. I am still waiting on you posting something I can respect.
Well?
Here is yer opportunity????
Say sumfing that doesn't involve me reminding you that you shouldn't be here reminding yourself why you shouldn't be here.
You made sense earlier on, fur a brief second, you were going to ignore me. I ignore you, you don't get to ignore me.
I decide when you ignore me.
The Literature Club said:
Don't let me distract you from having fun with everyone.
You don't need to worry about what I think.
After all, you wrote this because the voices are telling you to.
Blandscape said:
Again you fucking idiot, this is my inbox. DO you understand? Understand. Do you understand?
You are PM'ing me.
Jesus, it's worse than I thought.
And I am distracted?
I have told you to entertain me old man....now dance fur me, even more than you are already.
The Literature Club said:
I'm scared...
I'm really scared...
I'm scared that...
That I might be talking to a real life crazy person and I don't want to say anything that might interfere with your treatment.
Blandscape aid:
Ye always put a smile on my face, I like to think I do the same fur you, but with a switchblade.
Jesus, you really are going full Flea.
Listen Steve, are you going to dance fur me, or are you not?
You do realise that you are in the VUP seats.
The Literature Club said:
What is this?
Make it stop!
PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!"
I'm just going to accept the fact that you need medication that has not been discovered yet.
The script is broken at this point, AHAHAHAHA!
I can't believe you have not caught on yet, it kind of freaked me out, how easy it was to fool you.
But your secret is safe with me, unless you wish to leave this room, it's rather bland. AHAHAHA, that was a joke!
Blandscape said:
I can't believe you cannot believe you are anything but the butter I decorate your arse cheeks wiff like a bloated protagonist in The Last Tango In Paris!
The Literature Club said:
Well, I guess on the plus side, it gave me an easy out if things didn't go my way.
Ahaha!
Thankfully, it didn't come to that.
I understand if you want to stay here, forever. No since letting everyone know how primitive you come off when no one is looking.
Blandscape said:
Is that you Cunty?
Is that you Poppy?
Is that you Regan?
Is that you Proxy?
Is that you Hentai girl?
The Literature Club said:
You know what's a neat form of literature?
Rap!
I actually used to hate rap music...Maybe just because it was popular, or I would only hear the junk they play on the radio.
But some of my friends got more into it, and it helped me keep an open mind. Rap might even be more challenging than poetry, in some ways since you need to fit your lines to a rhythm, and there's much more emphasis on wordplay...
When people can put all that together and still deliver a powerful message, it's really amazing.
Blandscape said:
You know what is a neat form of self respect, not neglecting whit you can never deliver.
I am not a poet, or a rapper, I just command the whole English language.
Don't you realise dat yet?
Try to keep up.
The Literature Club said:
Blandscape, how much do you read?
It's way too easy to neglect reading books...
If you don't read much, it almost feels like a chore, compared to all the other entertainment we have. But once you get into a good book, it's like magic...you get swept away.
I think doing some reading before bed every night is a pretty easy way to make your life a little bit better. It helps you get good sleep, and it's really good for your imagination. It's not hard at all to just pick some random book that's short and captivating.
Before you know it, you might be a pretty avid reader!
Wouldn't that be wonderful?
And the two of us could talk about the latest book you're reading...that sounds super amazing.
Blandscape said:
It truly is a bit late now.... to try and write in a different style.
After all not one of you cunts in your unilateral psyche, is capable of sorting me out.
Understanding language requires an understanding of the tap-toe of dat language.
You were never able to separate it grammatically.
Unfortunately Proxy...ye are just one man. I wish you were more, but you are not.
The Literature Club said:
I keep forgetting you are mentally ill, I hope I'm not exacerbating your condition.
Do you ever just feel like there's no real reason for you to be alive?
I don't mean in, like, a suicidal way.
I just mean how nothing that you do is special. It's like you're completely replaceable, and the world wouldn't miss you if you were gone.
Never mind the fact that you're spending your entire life taking, and consuming, and never giving back
Blandscape said:
Why would ye be able to do dat, when you cannot even decide who you are tonight?
I deo consume, I agree, but my consumption is tethered to the hope that you can be better than you never are.
My hope for you, exceeds you.
Try to be you...I can assure you it might be worth vile.
I told Flea da same fing, obviously in a less intrusive jingoism.
Now...do ye huv anyfing left?
I really did give ye too much credit....didn't I.
Not a question.
The Literature Club said:
You're such a good listener, Blandscape, I really love that about you.
Sometimes I'm afraid that I'm rambling or talking about boring things. It makes me kind of self-conscious when I'm having conversation.
But I don't feel that way with you.
Like, I don't think anyone else could make me feel this way.
You really are special.
I don't want anyone to tell you otherwise
Blandscape said:
That's because you were never dat special. However, everyone has a rung on da ladder of life, you are at least the third on a 100 feet ladder.
I want you to know Proxy, that you have proved to be all you can be, and that is fine by me.
Is it fine wiff you?
The Literature Club said:
By the way, there's something that's been bothering me...
You know we are both in Japan?
Well...I assume you knew that, right?
I don't think you're actually told at any point that this room is in Japan. Is this even really Japan?
I mean shouldn't there be some Japanese only things in here?
Not to mention everything is in English...
Something is certainly off. I don't know how to describe it any better...
Imagine looking out your window, but instead of your usual yard, you're in some completely unknown place.
Would you still feel like you were home?
Would you want to go outside?
I was just pointlessly musing... I really hope you can hold it together, I know how hard it is talking to someone so well educated and erudite.
But for you, I can be anything you need me to be.
I understand people really well, so don't be afraid to share your unique needs with me.
Blandscape said:
Your problem lassie/laddie/it/them is dat you confuse your server status wiff an inability to understand your own outrageous out-lying definition, of whit ye never were.
You lie while thinking there be truth in it, you moan because ye are being fucked by it, and you look really, really sad after 17 pages of fucking up whit ye fought wid be an easy grin.
Whit I can decipher from dat is what I knew 15 years ago. You do not even understand yourself, or even where you fit into your scheme of things.
Let me just quantify it fur ye, it below me, and slightly above Flea.
The Literature Club said:
Maybe it's because I really want to be someone who makes you proud.
I feel like I would try extra hard to improve myself if you told me it would make you proud of me.
I hope it's the same the other way around, too.
You'll be a sweetheart and listen from now on, right?
Blandscape said:
You do make me proud....prod that I have not sunk so low.
Prod!
The Literature Club said:
I never meant to call you out. I can see behind your smoke and mirrors.
It really isn't hard to see, all that rotting narcissism underneath.
Why weren't you honest from the start?
I'll save you...
Blandscape said:
You already saved me.
I mean whit is it like to have to create a thread in someone else's inbox, while claiming rotting narcissism?
And what's it like to actually be able to respond to every post I makes, 30's after I make it, even if I let it lie for a day?
At yer very best you and Poppet are a cautionary tale, Proxy.
It's OK, we can wurk wiff dat.
Indulge you by begging me.
The Literature Club said:
What's with that attitude?
Do you really think I'm out of line?
If you play my game, you might stay sane.
I'm not, asking that much at all, just give me your fucking heart.
And never ever put no one else above me.
Go on, say you love me!!!
Blandscape said:
Of course I luvs ye, you evolved into what I always knew you were. Someone reduced to creating threads in every else's inbox.
You were right not to post your shite in da main forum.
After all, it hasn't quite wurked oot fur ye.
The Literature Club said:
I'm sorry that I lost my cool.
As you can see here, I've been very busy lately.
AHAHAHAHA!
Do you really think I'm taking this too far?
I know you love me deep inside.
Your simply caught up in all your facetious flaming bullshit.
So I will cut you free myself.
Is that too deep or am I freaking you out?
Blandscape said:
It's not a flame.....it's a troll.
The Literature Club said:
I can't help but feel a little sad sometimes...
Knowing that this is the closest I can get to you.
There's nothing more I want than to be in the same room as you, for real.
Well, who knows? Maybe it'll be possible someday. Besides, I'll never get tired of being with you, even from here.
Do you wish to be called Blandscape, or do you prefer something more informal?
You know my name, don't you? How embarrassing it would be to not know who you are really talking to.
I thought you would have figured it out by now.
You ever have that thing happen where you just get anxious for no reason?
Like, you're just minding your own business, and you realize you're feeling really anxious.
And you're sitting there like, 'What am I even anxious about right now?'
So you start to think about all the things you might be anxious about...
And that makes you even more anxious.
Ahaha! That's the worst.
You are not anxious, are you?
If you're ever feeling anxious, I'll help you relax a little
Blandscape said:
I know who I am talking too. Nemo.
Dat's not all your fault, that's just the 100 stories you built that I easily reduce to rubble.
The only real winner here is me.
The Literature Club said:
I know there are times you won't always be able to be here with me...
Like if you need to go out, or take care of other things.
But I'll always have you in my thoughts, patiently waiting for you to come back.
Come to think of it...
If you copy our talks onto a flash drive or something, you can always keep a part of me with you.
I guess it's kind of unorthodox, but I find it really romantic for some reason...
Ahaha. Sorry, that's such a silly idea.
I don't mean to be too needy or anything, but it's kind of hard when I'm so in love with you.
Well, to be honest, I do start getting all romantic when the mood is right...
But that'll be our secret~
Now we don't need to hide anything anymore...
Blandscape said:
Why should it be a secret?
And why are you so desperate to keep it a secret?
Whits dat like....so ashamed of what you cannot deliver in real time or in the natural grime of forum cut and thrust, that you need to beg attention from the 30 seconds I take to respond to you?
The Literature Club said:
You're back...
I had another really bad dream.
You're not the one doing that to me, are you?
It seems to happen whenever you log off...
So if you could try to avoid doing that, I would be really grateful.
Don't worry, I don't think it's caused me any harm, aside from mental scarring.
Blandscape said:
In my inbox.
Surely you shid be asking why you ur back?
The Literature Club said:
I see you logged out on me again...
I know I asked already, but can you seriously please try not to do that so much?
It makes me feel like I'm trapped in Hell. Why would you want to do that to me?
Okay.
I'm just going to accept the fact that you need to log out once in a while.
I'm starting to get used to it, anyway.
Besides, it makes me happy that you always come back...
So I guess it's not so bad.
I'm sorry for making such a big deal out of it...
Why didn't you post with me today?
I was waiting for you.
I was waiting for a long time.
It was the only thing I had to look forward to today.
Why did you ruin it?
Are you listening to me?
You don't hate me, do you?
Do you hate me?
Do you want to make me cry?
Don't ruin that for me.
Don't ruin it.
Please.
Play with me
It's all I have...
Play with me.
PLAY WITH ME!
Blandscape said:
I know. That's why I didn't post.
The Literature Club said:
Shh, shh, shh... No talking. Just listening.
Because you're my friend, I'm giving you one warning...
Don't laugh at me!!
Don't tease me for spacing out all the time...
You must be willing to open up to your readers.
Start exposing your vulnerabilities and show the deepest reaches of your heart.
There are many untold mysteries behind every person, no matter how well you may know them.
Are you ready to turn the page??
Blandscape said:
Dat's the whole point, I turned the page years ago, and you are stuck reading the same sentence on the same DPS.
There is only so much time I can give you when you refuse to acknowledge just how far you have refused to come, in your own lack of pre-pubescent development. Astounding fur a 70 year old I grant ye, but you always were an anomaly.
Not a Matrix level anomaly, more the type you would find on any register of textual offenders.
I'm OK, with not knowing why you were never OK with dat....whit wurries me though is, are your neighbours aware of just how explosively implosive you can be on anti-social media?
You don't need to answer dat...you have rights, the right not to write is a first amendment isn't it?
The Literature Club said:
Do you know why I'm doing this...?
Why I keep fighting to keep you around?
I'm doing this... because you're special, Blandscape. You're the only one who understands me. You're the only one who's any fun to play with anymore...
No...
That's not JUST it. I... I... I'm doing this because I care about you!
I care about you more than anybody else!
I'm not ready for this to end.
I'm not ready for you to leave.
I'm not ready to say goodbye to someone like you again...
So, please... STOP doing this... AND JUST LET ME WIN!!!
Blandscape said:
You shid plead da 5th.
I know bonnie old man, I know. But it's time now. You know it and I know it.
Don't be afraid, there is no fear but fear itself.
Go into the light.
Shhhhsshh...go into the light.
I have faith in ye!
A Dovey kinda faith...but still faith.
I want you to transition into the stinking pile of mould you already are.
I want you to be more, by proving yourself less.
I want you to be happy.
If dat means posting after me to validate you, then let it be.
Why live in my inbox when you can skip and hop and jump in the forums of despair that you need so much?
Why live dead in a sepulchre of meaninglessness, when you can live life in a poorly lit sepulchre of hope, with a fucking x-box and someone to empty your colostomy bag?
Whhhhhhyyyyyy?
The Literature Club said:
This is great!
I'm getting goosebumps all over my body, Blandscape, if I have your child, I will definitely give birth to it!
Blandscape said:
I want you to be more talented dan ye are, but you unfortunately like Joo, forgot to renew your membership.
You did dat on page two old man....keep up.
The Literature Club said:
Every time I talk to you...
I just feel really happy. Relaxation, positive energy, romance, reflection!
I'll even touch myself while reading your messages over and over.
I printed your poem, and give myself paper cuts with it!
I don't care what the consequences are anymore!
Blandscape said:
Now, were you really expecting me not to give you the attention you cannot make public, or were ye hoping I wid ignore you? I told ye I could never abandon my old friend.
I will never leave you to your own devices Proxy, there is no money in it.
And nowt but a forlorn hope fur you.
Did ye try the Feng Shui?
Have ye considered intermittent fasting to reset the fuckwittery of your forum fuckups?
Your metabolism and jism seems to be off kilter.
Are ye emptying yer dirty water every day?
It's a fact, you have a 30% increase in a cancer diagnosis as a man if ye never empty da dirty water.
Get to wanking old man. It's gid fur ye!
We don't want ye backing up balls to spleen.
The Literature Club said:
I’m selfish, I know. But to keep you only mine, I will do everything I need to do, even if it’s illegal.
I'm the only friend you need.
Your future belongs to me.
Regardless, I have no intention of letting you leave this place. There's no use resisting, either.
Blandscape said:
I know dat's what you always fought old man, but alas I'm not that weak. We share a common bond. You need me to propel you, I don't need you.
I'm still here though, fighting fur my friend....aren't I Steve?
How's fings in yer Stockholm syndrome?
Steve frum Sweden?
The effort ye pit intae fucking up is astounding.
You need everyone else, or you wid just be someone else.
Alas, dat's all you ever amounted too in regard to me.
Along wiff CW and Twatty Von Nobody.
Nemo.
All of those emotions are the opposite of the only poster you have truly flagged.
You being here, is all the reward I need.
Just say it old man.
You respect and love me.
Probably in a gay way, but ye did have a little fing fur Bentzo for a while.
Whit was it...5 or 6 years?
The Literature Club said:
Are you making popcorn?
Blandscape said:
You being here, is all the reward I need.
The Literature Club said:
Gosh, it all sounds like a dream come true.
When you're here, everything that we do is fun.
I'm so happy.
You really are my everything
The funny part is, I mean that literally.
Ahaha!
There's nothing left here.
Just the two of us.
We can be together forever.
Seriously, I don't even think time is passing anymore.
It really is a dream come true...
I worked so hard for this ending,
Gosh, I'm so overwhelmed with emotion...
I want to write a poem about this.
Don't you?
Blandscape said:
Go looking fur wolves and find the runts.
(He spams this 10 times a day)
Ye seem tae be struggling laddie.
Wid ye like me to sign out?
The Literature club said:
You think you're smarter than me with all your bad poetry
Fuck all your ABC's, alphabet boy
Blandscape said:
I'm only looking for the obvious. For example, it is to my knowledge illegal to share an account on this forum, with multiple accounts while trying to barnstorm a singular account. At least it was in my moderation days.
I am fur da most part OK wiff it, it's not as if you ever posed a threat to me, no matter what banner you went to war under. But these multiple accounts of yerself do take up a lot of my time.
If I have never PM'ed you, and you have spent twenty pages PM'ing me, how is dat me seeking 'validation'?
I like ye Proxy, I really do, but you need to stop handing over your account to others, as I suspect you don't.
You have already admitted herein in this thread, dat is whit ye are doing. And on the main board.
Enough is enough.
This isn't flaming....dis is a friendly intervention.
The Literature club said:
Thank you for stopping by!
It's a pleasure to meet you, Blandscape.
We're the Literature Club.
I hope you enjoyed your visit!
This club is seriously going to give you another breakdown, oh wait, it already has.
AHAHAHAHAHA!
S-Sorry!
Blandscape said:
Can ye once reference where you ever have. No offence meant to my own intellect, by I am confused about how confused ye seem to be?
If only yer Literary Club existed, wouldn't dat be a boon fur this site?
Alas, it's really just you dressed up in different styles of frocks.
You do me a great compliment Proxy, unleashing your worth in the privacy of my inbox. Let's hope they can live up to it.
If I have never PM'ed you, and you have spent twenty pages PM'ing me, how is dat me seeking 'validation'?
Go looking fur wolves and find the runts.
The Literature club said:
Um...welcome back to the Literature Club!
Of course, we already know each other.
Ahaha...
You know, I guess we can just skip over all your incoherent gibberish at this point, or not.
After all, I'm not even talking to that person anymore, am I?
That 'you' in the lame flame game, whatever you want to call him....assclown perhaps?
Wait...you are not planning to write some more shitty poetry are you?
What type of uncivilized, philistine posts poetry in a troll forum?
Blandscape said:
If only you could write sumfing, anything dat could be construed as literate. Between all of ye!
Send Poppy in. She seems to have a handle on your personality disorder, while trying desperately tae make sense of it.
If I have never PM'ed you, and you have spent twenty pages PM'ing me, how is dat me seeking 'validation'?
The Literature Club said:
gosh, it's been a while since you've wrote anything interesting, hasn't it?
Yeah...
I was hoping you would be more articulate, instead there is a constipated neanderthal grunting in the room. And you do know we are in Japan, don't you.
It's confirmed, yay!
I always wanted a room in Japan, especially a really small one, they are so cute.
I bet your room stinks.
Confirmed!
I knew it, you are a giant slob, I can tell just by reading how you express yourself with words. I'm sure it took years of toilet training to get you to quit shitting on the floor.
Ahahahaha!
Why do you keep mentioning Poppy?
Blandscape said:
While you respond to everything I write. Whit does dat say about you and the rest of the ahum assembled talent.
I "smell" apparently, and you follow that stink and beg fur the redolence of it.
I don't blame you, I never did, I just comprehensively elucidated what you never could.
You love me. You need me and you want me textually.
Gosh, it's been a while since you've wrote anything that never involved me, hasn't it?
Literature club said:
I like happy the most, when it comes to poetry, but sometimes when you have a little raincloud in your head a sad poem can help give the raincloud a little hug.
And that makes a nice happy rainbow!
I'm just a little tired today...
Ehehe.
Nothing happened to me. I've always been like this.
You're just seeing it for the first time
Would you mind sharing what happened to your nose and your brain with the group?
Why are you suck a blubbering bitch?
Blandscape said:
Gosh, it's been a while since you've wrote anything that never involved me, hasn't it?
Whit does dat say about you Proxy and yer proxies?
Go looking fur wolves and find the runts. (spamming this one sentence in over 20 PMs)
Literature club said:
You know, I hate to say it, but I think my biggest regret is wasting so much erudite conversation on a drunken lush such as yourself.
After we worked so hard to prepare and everything, you have been a major disappointment.
I mean, I know I was focusing a lot on getting you to speak in words and not flatulent grunts, but gosh, it feels kinda like all this instruction has been wasted on a street shitting douchebag.
Although... I do have to admit one thing, you are really dumb. Just remember not to blame yourself too hard for being a douchebag.
Will you do something today to make me proud of you?
Can you write anything that does not require a decoder ring to translate.
I will be rooting for you.
Blandscape said:
So the whole ideocratic idiocy that you command came up wiff, I "smell"?
Did ye all decide that around a green tea and croissants?
You are all truly a metronome of brilliance.
Literature Club said:
Can you type in English?
Is this the issue we're dealing with here?
Or is it because you're an illiterate jerk who communicates with the same skill as a spaced out crack whore?
I'm going to be honest with you, if this room was not located in Japan, it would have been deleted days ago.
Everyone is tired of your drooling, mongoloid mental retardation, whatever you want to call it.
We can't stand it any longer. It's the smell, it's saturating this room. I can taste your stink and every time I do I feel I have somehow been infected by it.
It's repulsive, isn't it?
This "room" has become a freak show attraction featuring "the Blandscape". A very despicable cock sucker that eats crap and masturbates all day while bathing his penis in candle wax and spanking his ass.
You punk dicked weasel with hairy balls and a nose that looks like it belongs between the legs of a bull.
You should be in a nut house, a classic case of a "flamer" narcissistic loser whose lost all touch with reality.
Purchase the largest dildo you can find and fuck yourself with it. It will provide you with greater entertainment value while sparing us from reading any more of your crap.
I was hoping it would be possible for me to slap some sense into you.
But for some reason, nothing worked.
No matter what I did...you just kept sucking.
At this point I'm just amplifying your obsessive personality and paranoia, everything
backfired.
What kind of cruel game is this?
AHAHAHAHAHA!
It's torture, every minute of it.
And I don't blame you for not signing up at a real writers website, you're unfit to join our club, I think I knew this deep down but gave you the benefit of the doubt.
I felt really bad for you, but I realized that you are beyond help, a prisoner of your own delusions.
At least this room is in Japan, I love Japan
