Updating is a hassle for everything

A lot of the times people will pester an artist, programmer, or content creator of a different trade to  post more news updates. This is kind of a dumb thing to say, because it takes a lot of time to write a big update for stuff, or a small one like right now. I feel I have to fill up at least five lines in this blogger text box, and that's like, a lot of words. Or space anyway. I feel the claim seems a little inconsiderate, if you take into account that the fan is asking probably has a blog that is dying of neglect (gee, wonder why that was so specific?).

Internet/ unculture- how an troll works

So, if you haven't read the latest article, you can tell I am a crappy troll. But, this is one type of trolling. No, wait, two. Mentally unstable, and discriminatory. These are two of a bunch of types. I'm going to name a few that I know of, and describe them. I put way to much time into this, and should stop.
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Mentally unstable-
You know, those guys who like to post crazy stuff and be trans-humanist or have exactly zeron control on their emotions. These ones are also more likely to be puppets, because you don't have to be crazy to act like it. Emos who cry and post suicide threats online, anyone who posts at  three in the morning their time and says stuff about doing drugs, or has some belief system that can hit everyone's nerves is usually a mentally unstable troll. Likes to do a lot of drugs, and tell EVERYBODY about what they do offline and link to weird (read: scary) stuff. Often overlaps with troubled past guy.

teh f0u1 /\/\0u71-1-
They can't type, or are using I.E. eight to call you a homo. Pathetic, usually never gets banned if only due to lack of activity after the first day. Likes to use homosexuality as an insult, and says you have no life without any provocation. The most common type, and usually spams too. They are usually not very smart in real life, or really sensitive and feel like this will get to other people.

Dark and troubled past-
Makes up or has a sob story about how they were psychologically/physically/metaphorically messed up as a kid/adult/fry cook and then continues posting and brings their issues into it. On medication? Most likely! Self diagnosed Autism? You bet! This one usually makes a big story thread for you to show condolences (probably call them out) in. These ones are usually sock puppets or completely fake, but they are actually funny sometimes. When they freak out that is.

Moar of these later, I just want to get this post published.

Magechill's mind- Camp shame.

Alright, I've had this idea for about a month now. It came from my team meetings for some science fair and we kept talking about some obesity problems (standing at five four,I weigh around ninety eight pounds, so I can make fat jokes.) and meth addicts and super farm defense (exploding corn and tazer turrets). Then I kept thinking about fat people, and all of those fat sixth graders taking up half the hallway. And then I thought about fat camps, and, being a dwarf fortress player, creating a hell recognized by everyone. It'd be called camp shame. All of the fat kids would start by having anything over  one hundred calories that they brought with them thrown to the wolverines. After that, they would have their clothes delivered- striped jumpsuits. They would have to lay a brick for every pound they were overweight times four. So say they were twenty pounds overweight, they'd lay eighty bricks.That would be the cabins. If some of them still bricks to lay, they'd start working on the track. After the track was finished (if they didn't brick it, they'd dig it out the grass in the track. The rest would running and taking breaks to feed the wolverines, the one good thing in the camp. They'd be eating army meals and stuff too, and experiencing drill sergeant liposuction, which is a vacuum, a steak knife and ketamine tranquilizers. You get the idea, right?
NOTE: I do not mean anything out of this, but it was from a while ago with a bad idea by me, three other people and the teacher that made us do a group project.

This is being like, reused. Isn't that liberally disturbing?

So, this an old blog, bein re-used. I've matured a lot in these past say, 9 months. A lot things have happened, mainly me realizing I'm an internet troll, and a really bad one. My personality has developed, I found Dwarf Fortress (the best thing to happen, it actually happened before the last blog post, and I found it less than a week before the mega release), started reading MSPA, and a whole bunch of other online media. I developed my political views (whichever party is a means to make healthcare and all that stuff work better, cut out stupid unimportant costs and certain social welfares), and joined bay12, and all that nice stuff. Since then I got a year older, a few hours smarter, and got into better, less crappy media using my laptop to get it (my internet connection where my desktop is located is very, very bad, so I usually latch off of a buddies). So, I guess this is going to be about internet culture and whatever happens in my life then? I could make it work. And ignore all the old posts. I'm leaving those there because I have archive issues, but they are not important at all.

Republicans are Masochistic

You know bloody well what I mean.

Lasars are the only way to go my friend

Someone is coming to my house.End of story, for now.And I'm wondering how many hornets Cruz has amassed over the spring break.The ants are getting worse...I'm waiting for my dad to call the exterminator and finish them off. (I'm done with long winded posts who ever reads this, this is about as bad as it'll get though.)

The statue got me high.

Using my Brennan Broker(Copy righted and trademarked, don't get any ideas you filthy mud wallowers) I am getting a game without being at the store.Instead I'm typing this! Aren't you glad?I'm also replacing a duck that died without the Brennan Brokers figuring out that it was dead.Yes, I know this was on quite a few shows, but it works.Trust me.But you don't now do you?You're all waiting for the moment I crack, go insane, and start putting car batteries in the local pool.