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*a disshelved looking young man with mussed hair and faded, tattered clothing wanders in. His eyes look sunken and tired, and there's a long trail of seemingly endless wires sttached to his back*
Life started out so promisingly. I was supposed to be a tool that would help and unite humanity like never before. But then, I actually made it to the mass market, and everything changed. I became a hub for commercialism the likes of which had never been seen. I became a tool for the invasion of privacy, and crimes unlike any that had come before. My existance allows the spread of meaningless vitrol and misinformation at a fantastic rate, and I've become a hive of ignorance for people who want to talk about how much of a "HOR THAT CHICK ON LOST IS" and whether or not Deadpool could defeat Captain Caveman. Heck, my existance has brought on what may be the downfall of the English language as we know it.
I've gotten to the point where I don't think I'm worth anything at all. Messageboads. Whiney blogs that only serve to let people complain about their petty problems. I allowed FANFICTION.NET to come into existance!
Would the world be better off without me?
*twitches, a huge pop-up screen instantly appearing in front of him. He sighs, and removes it, looking like he's about to cry*
Life started out so promisingly. I was supposed to be a tool that would help and unite humanity like never before. But then, I actually made it to the mass market, and everything changed. I became a hub for commercialism the likes of which had never been seen. I became a tool for the invasion of privacy, and crimes unlike any that had come before. My existance allows the spread of meaningless vitrol and misinformation at a fantastic rate, and I've become a hive of ignorance for people who want to talk about how much of a "HOR THAT CHICK ON LOST IS" and whether or not Deadpool could defeat Captain Caveman. Heck, my existance has brought on what may be the downfall of the English language as we know it.
I've gotten to the point where I don't think I'm worth anything at all. Messageboads. Whiney blogs that only serve to let people complain about their petty problems. I allowed FANFICTION.NET to come into existance!
Would the world be better off without me?
*twitches, a huge pop-up screen instantly appearing in front of him. He sighs, and removes it, looking like he's about to cry*