They're a bit like the Greco-Roman gods, them Stu's. So wonderful. No matter what they do to screw up the lives of their adherents, they're always so perfect. So pure. So powerful.
In reality, they aren't. Only one thing that has ever existed was perfect, and they aren't it.
But there is a way to destroy them; one that works on any of them, and never fails.
Again like the Olympians, they can be destroyed if the idea of them fades. So simple, yet eternally difficult, like some forms of mathematics- the answer makes sense eventually but is incredibly difficult to arrive at.
But I digress. The only real way to eternally rid the world of them is to reform their makers.
You may ask, how, and also, when, and maybe even, who are you and why are you talking to me?
Well, I have answers.
How is proving to the maker that no one likes their Stu, that the thing is stoopid, the idea worn. Why is because they plague writing. Granted, the fact that so many people write is good, but Pagsulat poorly isn't.
My name is unimportant in my life, really. No one cares what it is when I'm telling them their character belongs in a scrap heap with all the other hematophobic, herbivoric vampyrs and noncelestial-cyclo, nonanthropic lycanthropes. But it's Ricky, short for Rikkitath, I think like that monggus thing, but otherwise relatively unimportant to society.
I’m forty-seven and three-quarters years old, and have the only weapon necessary in my profession; a stu-lier test. It’s a fiction litmus, but a litmus no less. I may have it published later, but who knows, maybe I’ll be dead sa pamamagitan ng then, eh? So, I’m Ricky, and I’ll make it ligtas for all of the normal characters in the world.
In reality, they aren't. Only one thing that has ever existed was perfect, and they aren't it.
But there is a way to destroy them; one that works on any of them, and never fails.
Again like the Olympians, they can be destroyed if the idea of them fades. So simple, yet eternally difficult, like some forms of mathematics- the answer makes sense eventually but is incredibly difficult to arrive at.
But I digress. The only real way to eternally rid the world of them is to reform their makers.
You may ask, how, and also, when, and maybe even, who are you and why are you talking to me?
Well, I have answers.
How is proving to the maker that no one likes their Stu, that the thing is stoopid, the idea worn. Why is because they plague writing. Granted, the fact that so many people write is good, but Pagsulat poorly isn't.
My name is unimportant in my life, really. No one cares what it is when I'm telling them their character belongs in a scrap heap with all the other hematophobic, herbivoric vampyrs and noncelestial-cyclo, nonanthropic lycanthropes. But it's Ricky, short for Rikkitath, I think like that monggus thing, but otherwise relatively unimportant to society.
I’m forty-seven and three-quarters years old, and have the only weapon necessary in my profession; a stu-lier test. It’s a fiction litmus, but a litmus no less. I may have it published later, but who knows, maybe I’ll be dead sa pamamagitan ng then, eh? So, I’m Ricky, and I’ll make it ligtas for all of the normal characters in the world.
*in a British accent* T'was the middle of July, and all throughout the house, I could not find the TV remote. So, unfortunately, I was stuck watching the My Little parang buriko Mega Mare-a-Thon. Then, soon I ended up having an MLP related iPhone lock screen wallpaper. You cannot even tell that's what it is, as it's a backwards music note and blue and purple splotches of paint.
*normal voice* Then I told my friend and he and I were now both bronies. Then I told him I'd only watched 15 episodes, and thus I was dubbed a bro-meh. THE END.
*normal voice* Then I told my friend and he and I were now both bronies. Then I told him I'd only watched 15 episodes, and thus I was dubbed a bro-meh. THE END.