Okay, let's review the situation now this series is but three hints away from drawing to a close. Your name is Nickolaus Pacione and you consider yourself an up-and-coming horror author, who's so horribly discriminated against just because he sent a few piffling threatening emails and told a few porky pies. For that reason, wealth, fame and hand-jobs from anyone other than yourself have eluded you, dancing away from your grasp like some big dancy-away-from-your-graspy things. It's the worst kind of hate crime! People from every race, creed, religion and background have come together and are saying bad things about you, just because you're a doughy-faced hate-spewing parasite who'll say anything just to get a bit of phony validation. This prejudice against malodorous shithorns is on a par with the murder of Kitty Genovese!
Why can't they just leave you alone?
Why can't they just give you some money, say you're the best thing since sliced Lovecraft, offer you a few women and then leave you alone?
- Cry on video
- This should be an easy one for you. Basically your image problem is that you haven't been able to snare the audience's sympathy. People have come to see you as a bit of an ogre. Admittedly a rather squeaky-voiced puny ogre, but an ogre nonetheless. It's not too late to show the level of emotional upset your critics have caused. Case in point: Chris 'Leave Britney alone!' Crocker. You know who he is, or at least knew well enough to post a 'silent retort' to his tear-laden plea. Regardless of the reaction to his video, he did pretty well out of it. It got him TV appearances, a development deal… think about what something like that could do for you. Take a leaf out of his book and weep, you fucker, weep!
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