I wasn't going to do this. I honestly wasn't. But I've had my eye on you and your dumbass theatrics for the past several months now, and I can't stand by in silence anymore. Last night, and your extremely uncalled for remarks towards a chat full of very strong, wonderful people, one of whom I care for very deeply, crossed the line.
Did they harass you? Yes. To a point. But this was only after you'd invited them to do so in public. You kept making yourself a target, and you have no one to blame for that but yourself. Some of these people I didn't know until last night. But you know what? I'm very fond of them, and there's a motto I live by; 'you fuck with one of us, you fuck with all of us.' By deciding to tell us to 'Go get raped to death,' last night, that's exactly what you did.
And enough is e-motherfuckin' nough. I've had it with your bullshit. Your lies, your totally uncalled for overreactions, your inability to do anything but lie and make excuses. And failing that, what do you do? Insult people.
I pitied you once. I honestly felt bad for you. Not anymore. It's on. It is so on. You wanted to be famous? Here's your fifteen minutes.
I'm giving an ultimatum. You have until exactly 7:30 Eastern time to cross-post a public apology to all of your comms, explaining that you stole the translations and lied about it. If, by 7:30, you have not posted the apology, you'll have exactly two hours to change your mind before every. last. screencap. of your dickery is spread to your remaining flist, your comm members, and anyone else we can think of like a goddamn Trojan virus.
To expose you as the nasty, spiteful person you really are. Consider yourself warned.