I'm basically sacrificing myself here.
Now that that's out of the way, here it goes.
My name is C. Or Bella. But call me C, you'll be moaning it later.
I guess you could say I've been here a while.
I've been around long enough to have been told I'm shit- not once, but TWICE, by our favorite troll, Tiff.
Well, I beg to fucking differ.
Tiff, you really have no life, do you? So to you, sitting around being a massive fucking dipshit to some of the most amazing authors on here is amusing.
You sick fuck.
Now, there's been two piece of fiction written about your death.
Well, one about your death and one about the death of all trolls.
Yes, I wrote one of them.
Yes, I know you loved it.
Yes, I know there's a Bella_Jinxx shrine in your bedroom somewhere.
You secretly love us all because we hate you.
I feed off hate, sugar, so dump it all on me.
I don't even care, I can take the hate and not fucking care.
Because I'm a fucking.. um.. I dunno.
I'm an Evil Angel. Heh.
The point of this was to say: troll me. I don't care. But please, don't keep on hurting innocent writers. What the fuck did they ever do to you?
Take me, torture me with hateful words and awful reviews.
I don't care.
Just FOR FUCK'S SAKE.
Leave the rest alone.
And to all you epic FicWaddians:
SAVE YOURSELD, I'LL HOLD THEM BACK!
PS- Tiffy, maybe you should go take your cranky pills! :3
And to all you other trolls- go fuck a cow. Oops, I didn't mean to write go fuck yourself :3