Jeffrey Von Goethe Fotunebras McIntrye

Damn, looks like the gaming cummunity went for either shallow intellectualisms and clamorous mistakes of any slight analytical ability (all a farse to beguile onlookers of the fact that their japan/square fanboys/puritans) or they tried the EVER so damn clever humor attempt at tits and trannies. Fantasy-Fantastic! I know it must put hair on the chest for fanboys hoping to fanmen to knock down a picture a peg, but sweet Jew-blaming JESUS I can't take this. I have no idea what embittered you sons of bitches, or what notion endowed your low-down fucking septic hearts with righteous indignation to take such low, stupid blows to innocent gamers who (apparently) are much more productive than you. Oh praise thee, arm-chair analysts, unite under the ever currents of feuding and strife to point with derision at the mirror! They are you, but they look good, they did something, and by god damn working instead of becoming esconced in this pift and dribble they got their god damned just reward! I swear to the gods that I have never been so sickened by a group of assholes before. It's like a damned mentally handicapped ho-down. I myself am a misanthropic, and angry person by nature, but I'm going to stand for my friend against all this shit-headed god-rotten word-vomit. Her name is Mallory Victoria, the wonderkind individual in the Ashe costume. She's been called a whore, a hermaphodite, an E3 babe with inadequete breasts, an artist that is an insult to artists, a person with little to-do; ALL IN ONE GOD DAMNED POST!! If bitter bitches want to antagonize my friend's worth-while efforts, than I can be the most furious, hateful, downright mean bastard you'll ever meet. I'm no better than any, but I'll be damned if this witless bunch of cretons, that are high off the fumes of their own ass, will say that to her. You type with your withered lexicons, turgid hubris, and tote your wet-behind-the-ears experience with women (because if you can't recognize a good looking lady, it must because you're no lady-killer). COWARDS! You wouldn't have the cojones to say that to her face, you're so called wit would be castrated the moment she would confront you. And you'd stand there a eunic to her sure footed stance of what she does. And a short ode to the omnipotent dick that clevery "deduced" certain traits of mallory like "she makes the costume look bad" and "hard-core fan with little forthought;" allow me to tear you from your shrine praising the clothing of CG characters and spit in your eyes. You don't know a single iota in your fucking afunctional cerbural cortex of who she is, or any of them for that matter. She is a perversly talented individual who won a national contest from a costume she made practically from scratch. Not only that, it's not even her best work. The Ashe costume is a hold-over from one she made years ago that was retrofitted and modified betwixt working and attending art school; and she WON. A seamstress that can recreate something that was previously only rendered in a couple of SCREEN SHOTS accurately and make it look good is nothing to scoff at. *breathes deeply* Makes feel like I'm having a brain annuerism. I guess the epinephrene is thinning out in my brain. I'll just calmly spell out the truth: Many of you made fun of my friend, I've never met any of you, but if i did ever meet you I wouldn't have any reservation to making sure you never type with both hand ever again. Mallory, I'm sorry I lead you to this site. I forgot it was a blog, therefor has a decrepit comments section. I know you'll just take it in stride, you always do. I am sorry again. Honestly and truly - Jeff