Still packing for yet another trip to Japan. What is this, my fifteenth one now? Yes, it's amazing every time, but usually it's because I go to different cities other than TOKYO.

Well, whatever. No point complaining when your traveling cohort won't listen.

Anyhow, I was going to give you guys a little excerpt of something I wrote for you to read while I was away on my trip, but instead, I give you this:

FLAMERS
Or, how hard I laugh at the audacity of idiots.

So, the other day, I wrote this little thing on my deviantart page, and, as per usual, the first person to reply was Salem. But immediately after he replied, somebody else replied with a typical slamming of works as compared to their own.

You know flamers, right? The guys who have about as much brain capacity as a termite, and yet they still see themselves as the rightful heirs to the throne of awesome?

I sure HOPE you do, otherwise you've been living under a rock of shame covered by a veil of lies.

Anyhow, so he's off spouting the usual dumbass shit that every flamer does: "Oh, this looks like crap, oh, you're gay, oh, my penis is the size of antarctica, oh, I'm such a loser with less of a life than you, but I'm too scared to admit it in the open."

And as with every flamer is the valiant protector of the innocent and the weak... who summarily gets shot down immediately after they're done speaking. In this case, that would be Salem, who finally just stopped replying after about the tenth time the dumbass flamer insulted him. I don't know why he got so mad, the guy obviously can't tell his own dick from his brain, so I wasn't worried. I just calmly sat there and endured it.

All the while wondering how long this guy was going to type until his fingers fell off due to gangrene.

Well, it turns out, the longer you endure a flamer, the more angry they get that you're not violently reacting towards them for their own personal gain. It came to the point where I stopped replying just to see what would happen.

Holy hell, did he ever cut loose.

I nearly died of laughter when I saw him SCREAMING AT ME IN ALL CAPS WITH TERRIBLE PUNCTUATION AND SPELLING BECAUSE HE WAS PISSED OFF THAT I WASN'T REPLYING TO HIM SO THAT HE'D GET SOME GOD FUCKING DAMN ATTENTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Then, after I fell asleep, as I usually do at random intervals because I like dozing off, the flamer gave up and left with a note of warning that if I ever wrote anything again, he'd make sure it got deleted because it sucked.

Meh. One man's opinion doesn't count for that of a thousand.

Y'think I probably should've told him that? Cause I don't.