I suppose this was to be expected.
Dear Cowards:
I understand that you have been making a fuss about a fic of mine being Niffled. You have made sure to do so where I could not answer or, if possible, even hear of it; but in such a way as to make as much trouble for the Niffler (who was simply exercising her own right to have an opinion) as possible. Is it not sad to live so wholly without honour, grace, dignity, or self-respect?
Heaven knows what purpose your existence has. I can't imagine. I would refer you to terrorism or organized crime, since your dishonesty and your methods seem suitable for that kind of work, but you are too gutless for anything violent. You crawl and twist and slither and grovel and hide away from the light and nurse your evil-smelling little feuds and your nasty passions as though they were something to be proud of.
Even worse, you make it hard for me to avoid pride. Enemies like you are a badge of honour; one does not feel any the worse about oneself when it is found that he is unpopular among moral slime. I would not even take notice of your filthy writhings, were it not that you have targeted, not me, but the Niffler in question - like the vermin that you are. Not being able to get at me, your putrid self-importance demands that someone should be made to suffer.
What is amazing about you is how true to form you run. You live and act according to the template of cowardice and immorality, every time.
Sincerely,
Fabio P.Barbieri.
P.S.: This post is locked against anonymous posters. Let's see whether I can force any of you to act, for once in her lifetime, like a human being.
I understand that you have been making a fuss about a fic of mine being Niffled. You have made sure to do so where I could not answer or, if possible, even hear of it; but in such a way as to make as much trouble for the Niffler (who was simply exercising her own right to have an opinion) as possible. Is it not sad to live so wholly without honour, grace, dignity, or self-respect?
Heaven knows what purpose your existence has. I can't imagine. I would refer you to terrorism or organized crime, since your dishonesty and your methods seem suitable for that kind of work, but you are too gutless for anything violent. You crawl and twist and slither and grovel and hide away from the light and nurse your evil-smelling little feuds and your nasty passions as though they were something to be proud of.
Even worse, you make it hard for me to avoid pride. Enemies like you are a badge of honour; one does not feel any the worse about oneself when it is found that he is unpopular among moral slime. I would not even take notice of your filthy writhings, were it not that you have targeted, not me, but the Niffler in question - like the vermin that you are. Not being able to get at me, your putrid self-importance demands that someone should be made to suffer.
What is amazing about you is how true to form you run. You live and act according to the template of cowardice and immorality, every time.
Sincerely,
Fabio P.Barbieri.
P.S.: This post is locked against anonymous posters. Let's see whether I can force any of you to act, for once in her lifetime, like a human being.