Here's a plan for Blandscape.
Stop treating BF as a virtual "bad drug trip" hotline
whereupon blandscape spends hours in some bizarre stream of unconscious that involves him typing 4 to 5 nonsensical words then hitting "post reply" over and over and over again
whereupon Blandscape stops being a cunty "stan" and name dropping "Cunty" every day
whereupon he stops name dropping "flea" after announcing he has Flea on ignore
whereupon he stops all the feather preening and ass scooting on the rug
whereupon he stops the endless boasts about everything from beating up people on the forum to his claim to be the most talented person ever to step foot into a Troll or "flame" forum
how about actually proving "his worth" and starting his own thread whereupon he dazzles everyone with his amazing stanza, brings people to tears with his heart warming poetry, causes an outburst of riotous laughter at his hilarious story telling, ect.
He can toss in a kick ass podcast too and a few random "call outs" as a boner bonus.
or he can continue to rub his sloppy cheese cock across the keyboard and "spam" nonsensical mind farts for pages and pages than claim "mod abuse" when he gets melted down, much like he deliberately did at FT.
is he at all self aware at how fucking lame his schtick has become?
this is his opportunity to make a change for the better
Here's an idea fur ye Foxy, why not just simply explain why you cannot explain how you just seem to stand there like roadkill... wondering why it needs to be culled.
You cannot beat me in any forum in any mode of communication that doesn't separate you form your own histrionic humanity. That's why you need to mention me in every single post you make.
It's not brain surgery Foxy, it's just the effect of the brain surgery I am always forced to do for you during your little emergency episodes.
more air claims and Scottish diva strutting from the resident "flame gawd".
get to posting your amazing stanza, poetry and "content" instead of wearing a paper hat and serving nothing burgers every dam week.
or let Flynn use your account, because you are out of material
More mirroring and reflective (if not introspective), dalliances wiff da truth, from our resident who cares about your truth?
A guy that spent years being lauded as the next best fing, finds himself surreptitiously and unceremoniously dumped into the same small pond as the rest of us.
BF? The site he went to to prove that even trolling was dead.
I'm sure someone will write entreaties and maybe even a few verses about it in the undone times to come, but I doubt Foxy will be alive enough to see it, or even acknowledge it.
Old age never comes itself!