[yellow shrugs, smiling]
What’s wrong with russian roulette?
I played it once and didn’t die
[yellow is now smiling harder, in a creepy way, gun in hand]
That must mean it’s safe
[yellow shrugs, smiling]
What’s wrong with russian roulette?
I played it once and didn’t die
[yellow is now smiling harder, in a creepy way, gun in hand]
That must mean it’s safe
Wow 4 paragraphs. Hey, remember how you said I was obessed, well I’m going to bed. I expect a few dozen love letters in the morning. You seem to have time to waste.
Should I call you mom and have them come tuck you in?
Remember when I said you’ll devolve into saying "I didn’t even read the whole four paragraphs of text that must’ve taken at least a minute to write, and I’m gonna pretend I’m not obsessed with the person whom I keep replying to without even reading his replies.
That’s the literal definition of a personal obsession. You’re obsessed about me. You’ll never forget me, whereas I won’t be able to pick out this chat from the literal hundreds I’ve had with kids acting just like you.
Like this.
In my DM’s. Why are you in my DM’s to start with? Obsessed much…?
Youre definitely not here just because you have a laughably predictable ego, like one so predictable that I literally predicted every single one of your comments hours back.
No. You’re behaviour has been predictable. How many paragraphs can I get you to spew.
C’mon get that blood pressure going.
Any excuse you van come up with, eh? Still crying over me, a day later. Just like I told you, night came and I forgot all about you, because like I keep repeating, I’ve seen this exact same tantrum from hundreds of kids like you.
Which is why anyone reading the thread can see how I predict everything you do, while you can’t do nothing but dance to my whistle.
Why did you approach me in DM’s?
And why was it with childish messages like these?
You’re utterly pathetic.
Heeeeeyyyy, you didn’t forget about me! 3 paragraphs and some rehashed comments!
Not your best work. Now dance.
A whole minute or two, you’re more eager to interact with me than teenagers are to stroke their genitals. Like I said yesterday, this is nothing new to me, but you’re completely worked up and can’t let go, let alone ever actually forgetting this.
The only one you’re deluding is yourself.
You can’t pretend to high-road someone after you stalk them and spam their profile and reply to all their comments across the Fediverse. I still haven’t even once opened your user, yet you actually have paranoid conspiracy theories on how I have two accounts.
Telling everyone that you indeed have two accounts and attempt to manipulate fucking votes, on fkin Lemmy :DDD
Real mature, aren’t you? “I HAVE TO GET THE LAST WORD BUT I DON’T HAVR ANYTHING TO SAY SO I’M JUST GONNA SPAM ‘COOOOOOOOLLLL’ LIKE A BIG BOI!!!” XDDDD
Dance bitch. Arrogant fuckwit. I got nothing to do at work today and they don’t care if I use my phone. Where are you that you can send of tirades?
4 paragraphs. 11 today.
“I don’t read the comments of the person I’m actively stalking”
Who do you think would believe that?
Oh you actually work? That’s fucking sad, as the implication is that you’re not actually a teenager, for whom a tantrum like this would’ve been remotely acceptable.
Hmm I wonder where you came up with the “dance bitch” thing. Almost as if you had been troubled by someone making you their bitch. I wonder who that could be.
Oh right, me. So why did you approach me in DM’s? Big boi at work, but can’t even say why he DM’s, because writing “I’m childish and don’t have anything to say but I want to pretend I’m not the illiterate moron I very clearly project the air of” <3333
4 paragraphs, 27 today. Thats adding up fast for someone who doesn’t care. We’ve been at this what 45 minutes. How many people am I saving from you “brilliance”?