Mar 21, 2014
[8:35:20 PM] The Littlest Gay (Porrim): You slip into the fabled sadfeels trance of the woegothics, quaking all the while in the bloodeldritch throes of the keyboardsmash tongues. You advise the members of your RP group not to be alarmed, as they chronicle the event in tomes bound in the tanned, writhing flesh of a tortured fangirl, with runes stroked in the black tears bled from the corruption-weary eyes of fifty thousand imaginary weeaboos. But they fail to not be alarmed. This is because, as is now painfully obvious to anyone with a brain, you have basically gone completely off the deep end in every way. You have officially gone feelsdark.
