Amara is PISSED.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry--I'm going to swear a lot and that's going to irk some people. But I'm really angry.

What the fuck is wrong with this world? You find something nice, you find somewhere to go and escape from it all--and then you start to notice the pure fucking EVIL leaking in from the outside. It's like a broken fountain pen dropped in water; the ink just seems to seep out and dye everything a murky colour.

What the hell am I talking about? The real world and the internet. Now, it might sound a wee bit naive, but I consider the internet all in all to be somewhat of a haven for people like myself. Porn and hate and psychoses aside, the internet is actually mildly tame. You can't kill people through the internet, and you can't rape people through the internet. But I guess the haven wasn't to stay untainted forever.

You're pretty fucking sick if you think you have to steal someone else's work to get acclaim for yourself. What the hell's the matter with you? Do you people out there who commit plagiarism ENJOY being the scum you are? (And if you're one of those lowly bastards, and you're reading this--don't you DARE think for one fucking minute that I'm not directing this at you. Don't you even dare, damn you.) There are people out there who put their works out on the internet simply because they want people to see them, they want people to be able to enjoy their works and to gain constructive critisism from what people tell them. They did NOT, however, put their works out on the internet for little jackasses like you to come along and try to claim all their blood, sweat and tears as your own.

Call me melodramatic. (But then run, far and fast, because your kneecaps might just get shattered with a baseball bat.) This is something I am adamant about, and it is pretty much one of the absolute lowest things on my list of Life. It's right down there with Hitler and Communism. Does that give you any idea of how much I hate your pathetic shit, plagiarists? What on EARTH would possess you to come along and even dare to--oh my god. If you could picture a spluttering waif at a computer right now, that would be me. I'm so damned disgusted I can't even think of what I want to say and make it a coherent sentence. This is my rage. This is what you never ever want to be on the receiving end of--because I will stop at almost nothing until I get the satisfaction of wrapping my skinny little fingers around your neck and choking you until I start to laugh.

Are you looking at this and getting scared? If not that, are you at least looking at it and seeing my point? Good. That's what I'm driving for. REALLY driving.

And then--this whole Clio Saga thing really made me want to kill a few innocent bystanders. Fuck the Gaming Intellicence Agency. And if you're from there, and you're reading this, GOOD. Read it and cringe. You bastards deprived us fans of our right to speak with such a brilliant person as Clio Saga. All for some shitty rumour--use your common sense, anyway. Did anyone out there really think there was going to be a Xenogears 2? What the hell would it have been about anyway? Their gears didn't work anymore. Deus was gone. Next time, you Gaming Intelligence assholes, stop and use what little brains you have to think things out and ponder, "Hmm. Could what I am doing possibly be detrimental to the gaming community? Gee whiz, if so, maybe I shouldn't do it!" You stupid two dollar whores. Be damn glad I don't know where I live. Something very nasty might have happened to you--although, not to your person. I might be insane and angry--but I'm not stupid and I'm not murderous. I would just make you hurt a little.

So, all in all, what do we have? People who don't have enough fucking brains to keep their damned mouths shut and people who are such morons that they feel the need to attempt to pilfer the works of others and pass them off as their own. Read this and know: YOU PEOPLE ARE BITCHES.

(The above mentioned people, anyhow.)

And let me say this: If I ever, EVER catch anyone out there stealing anything I have written, or anything any friend of mine has created--oh, you don't even want to go there. If you think I'm mad now, you just wait. And I'm not just talking flame wars via computer here, people. I have serious hacker connections, you whores. Very bad things could happen to you. Or your phone line. Or your computer. Or ANYTHING associated with you. And you'd better just pray that you don't live anywhere near I do. You might open your door one day and find yourself staring down one ANGRY waif.

Try me. Think I'm kidding? Try me. This is not a fucking game, people. Plagiarism is a very real crime, and actually if people decided to press charges--you could find your bitch ass paying some very un-pretty fees.

And to the asinine fools out there who cannot be trusted and keep their mouths zipped--the hate of the internet gaming community is riding right on your ass. Basically, you've dropped the soap in the big prison shower that is the internet gaming community, and now you've gotta take it up the butt. Take that false little tidbit you worked so hard for and shove it, mmkay?

I'm really, truly sorry about the language, but I'm very angry. I promise to be back soon, with an update, and the usual cheer you're used to seeing me with. Until then...if you're a friend of mine (or a person who isn't one of the above mentioned people) have a nice day and take care of yourself.

But if you are one of those people: Sit and spin, you taffeta punks.