What the fuck did you just fucking say about my state, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the writer's academy, and I've been involved in numerous ghost writings, and I have over 300 confirmed books. I am trained in psychological horror and I'm the top authoress in the entire New York Times Bestsellers. You are nothing to me but just another critic. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of characters across my multiverse and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill characters in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare thoughts. Not only am I extensively trained in grimdark writing, but I have access to the entire arsenal of my character's weaponry and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo.