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Masturbatory nonsense

I look at your twitter. You are a real piece of fucking shit. "I stalk and grope and objectify women and steal stories and lie and manipulate make no effort to become better... Please love me! I deserve love! Only love and respect is what I deserve! So what if I stalk women, respect me! So what if I steal stories, Love and respect me anyway! So what if a groped someone, I deserve respect for that!"

That is you. Piss off and leave.

Chapters two and four made my tablet glitch on me and shut down

Go fucking kill yourself, Luke. You illiterate piece of shit, no wonder no girls would ever like you!

I saw your Twitter and laughed out loud when I saw that you have no followers and you make posts wondering where your fans are as if they're supposed to pile in. You're so pathetic that you actually described yourself as famous and anything you write should be canon. You're a joke and a terrible one at that.

Just a heads up that the following part of the Content Guidelines is broken:

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You need to put the announcement in your profile or at your most recently uploaded chapter in any of your stories as an author's note. Don't disturb the story section with a story that has nothing but non-story related material.

A Twitter account? Fantastic! Now we have another place to roast you and put you down into the dirt where horrible people like you belong!

No I rather follow Donald Trump on Twitter, I also reported this story for being a non story

You wrote the phrase "PLEASE DON'T HATE ME!" exactly 13,502 times. This is beyond pathetic.

A girl who is weird and optimistic but her older peers makes fun of her for it. Depressed she walked home but she sees a black kitten and began to chased it suddenly she fell into a portal sending her to a Francisco de Goya style world filled with macabre creatures. She meets a creepy woman with long black hair that covers her eyes. While being chased by the black kittens, they hide into a house. Iza tell Bibi about being weird makes her awesome and Bibi realizes something. Bibi started singing a lullaby causing the black kittens to sleep. Bibi decided to walk home but she see a black kitten from earlier and naming a black kitten Iza

It was a wonderful sunny day when the writing club met up for another meeting after school that day at Royal Woods Elementary. Those who had enrolled in the club very much enjoyed being able to expand their creativity as well as their passion for writing, but there was one particular pupil who seemed to have some difficulties. Sasha was an interesting case: being the youngest pupil in the club, she was not quite as experienced as her older peers were, and felt they despised her for it; at the same time, she held herself in a much higher standard than anyone else, feeling that her writing was absolute literary genius, and that her peers were actually jealous of her for it. This could not be any farther from the truth.

As Rita Loud and Principal Huggins were running the club together, they had discussed the possibility of having Sasha removed from the club entirely, as she was becoming a bigger nuisance each and every week: her writing left a lot to be desired, and she would throw temper tantrums anytime her peers would offer up constructive criticism of her work - to the floor she would drop, pounding her fists and kicking her feet, crying how everyone else were being a bunch of bullies and being mean to her... it was all starting to become a drag for the other pupils in the club - they were even considering dropping out altogether, if only because it meant they would not have to deal with Sasha ever again.

This week's club meeting was about to change all of that.

On this particular day, Lucy Loud, Haiku Yamato, and Amir Abdul were taking their seats, silently hopeful that Sasha's absence was a sign she was no longer in the club... their hope dashed against the rocks like waters over the falls when she saw the little girl with black pigtails march through the door.

"Sigh," sighed Lucy, before she whispered to Haiku sitting next to her, "I thought she was finally released from the club."

"I was hoping so, too," said Haiku. "I honestly don't know how much longer I can tolerate her."

"Hello, my bestest friends in the whole, wide world!" Sasha greeted her peers.

"Hello, Sasha," Lucy, Haiku, and Amir returned the greeting, each of them doing so in a deadpan manner.

"I just KNOW, you all are going to LOVE the short story I have been working on for this week's assignment..." Sasha began, before slipping into her usual bratty nature, "and you BETTER BE NICE TO ME ABOUT IT, BECAUSE I'M THE BEST WRITER IN THIS CLUB!"

"Good afternoon, you creative geniuses!" Rita greeted the club members, as she stepped through the door, setting her purse next to the desk.

"Good afternoon, Lucy's Mom," greeted Sasha, while trying to put on a facade that she was a perfect little angel. "You look so refreshed today!"

"Thank you for noticing, Sasha," said Rita, not buying into her phony facade. "Now, please take your seat, we're about to get started: have any of you finished your short stories you've been working on over the past week."

Sasha arose from her desk, so as to draw more attention herself, "I have, and if I do say so myself, it is my best work yet! I'm really excited to share it with the rest of you!"

Everyone else in the room rolled their eyes (Lucy and Haiku even "Sigh"ed in stereo with each other). Rita also released an exasperated sigh as well, "Very well, Sasha; why don't you step up here, and read us your story first?"

"I'd love to!" Sasha squealed, as she raced up to the front of the classroom, with her piece of paper in hand, and began to read it to her peers:

The Freezer by Sasha Coen

Once upon a time, there was a large freezer in someone's garage, and one day, there was this bird who was looking to feed his hungry family, so he flew into the garage and found the freezer. He called out to his family, and they also flew into the garage and began looking in the freezer. The freezer door then slammed shut and the bird became trapped inside, so they all started pecking on the door with their beaks, and scratching it with their feet, hoping somebody would hear them. Just then, a big fat man who lived in the house came home and heard the noise that was going inside the freezer, and he opened to the door to find the birds inside the freezer. The daddy bird said to him, "Hey! Big butt! Why don't you let us out of here?" And the fat guy said, "Are you saying I have a big butt?" And the daddy bird said, "Yeah, just look at it!" And the fat guy looked at his butt, and it sure was big alright, but he was insulted because the bird was being a bully to him, so he closed the freezer door and trapped the birds inside the freezer again. "No! Let us out! Let us out! It's freezing in here!" The daddy bird yelled, while the mommy bird and the baby birds started crying, and they all ended up freezing to death. A few days later, the fat guy was hungry and looked in the freezer to see what he could cook for his dinner, and found the dead frozen birds, so he cooked them into a casserole, and ate them.

The end.

"I know you loved it, didn't you?" Sasha asked.

Everyone else in the room sat with their jaws agaped; that had to have been Sasha's worst work yet, as her peers gave her their constructive criticism:

"I may possess a morbid fascination with death," Lucy began, "but, even I found that to be an incredibly disturbing way for that family of birds to die."

Haiku offered up her critique in the form of a haiku:

If I may say so,
Your latest work of fiction?
It was for the birds!

Amir also offered up his critique as well, "Yeah, I'm just really weirded out by it, and I'm not even sure if we're supposed to feel sorry for the birds or not."

"Sasha, honey," Rita began, "subject matter aside, you really haven't put much effort into correcting any of your grammatical mistakes - especially your sentence structures."

As per her usual routine, Sasha crumpled her piece of paper and threw it across the room, before dropping to the floor, where she, once again, proceeded to pound her fists and kick her feet, "YOU'RE ALL BEING MEAN TO ME AGAIN! I'M THE BEST WRITER IN THIS STUPID CLUB, AND YOU'RE ALL JUST A BUNCH OF BULLIES WHO HATE ME FOR NO REASON! THAT WAS THE BEST STORY EVER WRITTEN, BETTER THAN ANY OF THE STORIES ANY OF YOU WRITE! YOU'RE ALL JUST JEALOUS OF WHAT A GREAT WRITER I AM!"

The rest of the club finally had enough with Sasha and her temper tantrums.

"Okay, we're going to be real with you, Sasha," Lucy began, "you're NOT the best writer in this class."

"And, extending our constructive criticism toward your writing is NOT a form of bullying," added Haiku.

"Yeah, if you can't take criticism, you probably shouldn't even be in a creative field anyway," added Amir. "It kind of comes with the territory."

"STOP BEING HATING ON ME YOU BIG MEAN BULLIES!" Sasha continued to cry.

"Alright, that's it!" Rita snapped. She arose from her seat behind the desk, walked over and grabbed Sasha by one of her pigtails, and drug her out the room, as she continued to kick and scream the entire time. "We're going to see Principal Huggins about removing you from this club."

"YOU CAN'T DO THAT TO ME!" Sasha screamed.

"I can, and I will!" Rita said.

As the sounds of Sasha's screaming faded down into the corridor, the other writers in the club began celebrating.

"Woo-hoo!" Amir cheered. "Lucy, you mom is SO AWESOME!"

"It's amazing how incredibly well she can handle a problem child like Sasha with such nerves of steel," said Haiku.

Lucy smiled in pride for her mother's exhibition, "Well, she DOES raise ELEVEN children, after all..."

Inside the main offices, the sounds of Sasha's screaming grew louder and louder, as Principal Huggins stuck his head of the door leading into his personal office, "Oh, dear... is that what I think it is?"

"I'm afraid so, Principal Huggins..." croaked Cheryl, as she shook her head in disbelief.

Rita stormed into the office, dragging Sasha on the floor behind her, as both the principal and his receptionist drove the tips of their fingers into their ears, due to the sounds of Sasha's screaming and crying giving them the desire to puncture their ear drums with an ice pick.

"What did she do this time?" Principal Huggins demanded to know.

"Oh, you know, the same old, same old," responded Rita, with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "She wrote a highly disturbing short story in class, that I believe would be highly inappropriate for even you to read and critique, Principal Huggins."

"IT'S NOT TRUE!" Sasha screamed. "MY STORY WAS THE BEST, AND EVERYONE ELSE IS BEING MEAN AND BULLYING ME! YOU'RE THE DUMB PRINCIPAL AROUND HERE, YOU OUGHT TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS!"

"You are absolutely right, young lady; I AM the dumb principal around here, and I DO intend on doing something about this!" Principal Huggins barked at the screaming child. "I have had enough with your insubordination, so not only am I removing you from the writing club, I am expelling you for the rest of the school year!"

"THAT'S NOT WHAT YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO DO!" Sasha screamed. "YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO EXPEL THE OTHERS FOR BULLYING ME! YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BULLY OTHER KIDS IN SCHOOL, DUH!"

"Your cry-me-a-river act does NOT wash with me, Miss Coen!" Principal Huggins barked, before turning his attention to his receptionist, "Cheryl, will you please contact Mr. and Mrs. Coen, and inform them of what has happened here?"

"Right away, Principal Huggins!" Cheryl exclaimed, all too eager to get the parents on the line to come get their bratty little mistake and get her out of their hair (or lack thereof, in Principal Huggins' case).

"IT'S NOT FAIR!" Sasha screamed. "I'M THE GOOD GIRL HERE WHO'S BEING TREATED LIKE A BAD GIRL! WHY IS YOUR SAVING GRACE IS HERE DOING THIS TO ME?!"

Rita finally didn't care anymore, and just went ahead and beat up Sasha in the office, while Principal Huggins and Cheryl danced and sang. Back in the writers club room, the others talked amongst themselves.

"You know, this is the most Your Saving Grace is Here has ever written for me before," said Haiku. "He only wrote ONE line for me before."

"Has anyone ever written me in fanfiction before?" Amir asked. "Am I even popular enough to be written in fanfiction?"

"You know what? I don't give a shit," said Lucy. "I'm just going to go down into the Ace Savvy club and make out with Lincoln for no reason whatsoever so everyone else can jerk off to us."

The whole story just went weird, because I just don't even feel like writing this anymore, so the end.

Define 'Good people'

Go fuck yourself you piece of shit person

Let it be known what this man did to me!

I made a fanfic in 2015 called Alpha VII: A Star Wars Story. Lovingtoomuchiowa found it, stole it, and then posted it as his own. He called it Super Metroid: Oobie Doo. He later doxed me, and said that he would release more info if I didn't delete my account.

What else could I have done? He got the information correct! I don't know how, but he did! (This is why I will no longer share my Twitter on here, I guess). I took it down, and was in hiding ever sense. Luckily, he got reported for this, and his original account was taken down. I hope this happens to him again. But now, he has reposted the story, and says that he will dox me again if I don't take this account down, and if I didn't keep quiet about it!

Please, everyone! I need your help! We need to spread the word! This guy NEEDS to get taken down, before he hurts anyone else! I'm normally not one to start something like this, but he has a bad track record of doxing people, worshiping himself, harassing women in DMs, and overt racism. He must be stopped!