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I can pinpoint a time when sprite movies about Mario taking a gun and shooting everyone with blood everywhere was the coolest thing ever.

It was rare to see any purely original content. Now, if it isn't original, sprites are forbidden, it must be drawn very well, and if it's in an estabished series the characters must be, well, in character. The whole idea of parody is different now than it was a decade ago.

There were only 2 emoticons. Angry faic and happy faic. Now there's...what, 50? I can't look at it without seeing something mainstream, like Facebook. Don't get me wrong, popularity is good, but it also makes me feel seriously old.

This used to be a site where a few teenage kids could hang out and watch the latest Madness episode, but now Newgrounds is an established work of profession. A home of short films. Albums. Paintings.

It begs the question, is this a function of higher standards, more media acknowledgement, or just fancier tools? After all, it seems anyone can make a front page-worthy movie/game these days.

Due to the infestation of Bronies, and the sheer overwhelming amount of talent, it makes me feel worthless. All I ever did was post on the forums, but I don't even do that anymore. Unless NG becomes another social networking site, which it already seems to be, I feel like it's time to go.

Goodbye, Newgrounds. May the following years be prosperous.

I understand you plenty. I didn't learn everything about you from EncyclopediaDramatica or Pony Thread Simulator. I also know enough to say with full confidence that your claims of "most bronies aren't into porn" or "the only ones who don't like MLP have never watched it" is a steaming load. I also know enough to see the hypocrisy you can't, in throwing stereotypes at everyone who doesn't like you. "You must be insecure"? Give me a fucking break, you pathetic waste of space. Your whiny self-pitying claims supply 100% the daily-recommended allowance of horseshit and your outdated suppositions about your detractors is part of a complete persecution complex.

I have every right to judge you based on the group you belong to -- because you actively chose to belong to it. It's not a higher force like a religion and it's not genetic like race. So stop trying to compare your internet-mockery to groups that have had to face actual persecution and oppression, because you just don't fit that fucking bill. And I've got plenty of reasons to make that judgment a negative one to your distinct person. I can use your affiliation as a sign of your stupidity. And the most prominent reason is the most obvious: if you WEREN'T stupid, you wouldn't be a fucking brony.

But through all that, I'll give you your request. I'll treat bronies as unique individuals, because I don't even have to judge you from your group. Not for a second. Because if you'd broken out of your whiny fucking shell for one second, you'd have realized the thing I hate the most isn't the porn -- there are fetishes out there that disgust me more, both physically and morally. Neither is it the whole brony-convention thing you take such special care to point out is a rare occurrence that gets unpopular press coverage. If that was the nerdiest thing I'd seen on the internet, I'd be LUCKY.

No, the thing I hate most about bronies is people just like you. Yes, the brony reading this right now. Self-aggrandizing fucktards who think they're the ones making that shit look good, instead of exactly what it is. Idiot bronies claiming "you don't understand us", thinking no one could POSSIBLY understand you AND dislike you. IMPOSSIBLE. So right now, I am judging you on an individual basis. And you just gave me more reason than I'd ever need to hate you.

You get it yet? I hate you. Your quasi-intellectual bullshit and your nauseatingly asinine persecution complex is worse to me than any private sexual fetish.

Now GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY INTERNET.

I need to plan.

THURSDAY

Driving home from school at night. Hmm, feeling hungry. Might as well grab a McRib from McDonalds. What the fuck, they're sold out? Okay, just give me a quarter pounder I guess.

Huh, tastes a little tough. Doesn't look like there's anything wrong with it though. Oh well, maybe it's just because I haven't had one in a while. Drive home. Start installing Sonic Generations. Go to bed.

FRIDAY

Wake up. Got a stomach ache. Meh, maybe I just ate too much. Decide not to eat breakfast. Driving to school. God, I actually feel like shit. What the hell is wrong with me?

Get to school. Run to bathroom. Barf my fucking guts out. Oh god, I'm sick. I never get sick. I haven't gotten sick in over a year. Okay, calm down, maybe I just have indigestion or something. Grab a soda out of the vending machine. That usually helps, but now it actually makes me feel worse. Fuck the soda. Oh shit, gotta go to class.

Sit halfway through class, go to bathroom, barf my guts out again. This time with a hefty amount of black, probably from the Coke I drank. Fuck the group project, I'm going home...except I'm not driving. Fuck. Call grandparents, wait a fucking hour for them to pick me up. Gotta survive.

30 minutes later, gotta puke. But wait, I'm half a fucking mile away from the school. Do it on the grass? No, everyone's watching and they'll think I'm a freak. Trash can? No, that's impossible because the idiots that put these here made them with ashtrays so you can't spit anything out in them. Hold it in, run to bathroom, puke again.

Go home, try to keep stuff down. Can't keep water down, or pepto-bismol, or yogurt. Try soda, that helps a little bit, but still puking every 10 minutes. I feel like I'm about to die. In fact, just fucking kill me, I can't fucking stand it anymore. Go to bed, vomiting has sub-sided a bit.

SATURDAY

Wake up, feelin' fine. No vomiting, no nothing. Take a probiotic pill to help the bacteria in my stomach, drink more Sprite, still feel fine. Things are looking up. I also eat fish, which didn't make me feel bad, but now I'm tired as hell and extremely achy in my shoulders and knees for some reason. Go to bed.

SUNDAY

Still feel fine. Wait, cousin's birthday is today? FUCK. Multiple class assignments due today? FUCK. Ok, don't panic. I'll just do everything when I get back, it's no big deal. All the test questions are taken from the quizzes anyway. Go to cousin's birthday, eat Chili's chicken crispers, and start feeling like shit again. Heeeere we go.

Get home, start on test. Turns out only like 10 of the questions are taken from the quizzes this time. Great. Oh well, starting on this...2 hours later my stomach wants to explode. Oh god, please no. Not again. Don't make me do this. Goddamnit. Decide to throw up yet again to relieve the pain, which lasts for about an hour. Aaaand it's back. Can't take probiotic pill, have to take it with food which I seriously am not up to eating. 5 hours later, my stomach still hurts like hell. Decide to try Pepto one last time.

Well that didn't work. Barfed up pretty much everything you can think of. Stomach feels slightly better for 30 minutes, goes back to being shit. Eat yogurt, maybe that'll help. Beat the test, made an 88. Not too bad. Fuck the report though. If she doesn't let me do it later, I'm fucked. Due tomorrow at noon? You stupid bitch, I have class in the morning, that doesn't work, not to mention this isn't going to go away overnight.

You know what? Fuck it. Tell my professors that Monday's off. I'm not going to school like this. Vomit again. Oh fuck, it's black. That can't be good. Tell parents I need to go to the ER. DAMN IT I'M TELLING YOU I MAY DIE TONIGHT. Okay fine, doctor in the morning.

MONDAY

Emailed professor telling her my situation. I have until midnight to finish the report. Oh good, stomach doesn't want to explode anymore. Go to doctor. Wait a fucking hour even though there's literally NOBODY there. He feels around my belly and OW FUCK THAT HURTS. Wait, that's my appendix?

Fuuuuuck.

Go to Walgreens, pick up shitty meds, go home, work on report, finish report...turn in report...now what? OH SHIT I FORGOT. I have to get a fucking CAT Scan. Because of my goddamn appendix hurting and blood leaking into my stomach. And it's all the way out on the other side of the fucking state, because the office over here is for redneck douchebags that live in the middle of nowhere. Such as myself.

TUESDAY

Wake up, douchebag. You've got to get a CAT scan like a fucking preggo. Go down to the hospital, wait for an hour, fill out paperwork. Go to another area. Wait another hour. Nurse gives me a bottle of water mixed with some shit so they can see inside me. So I drink that and wait for another hour. Go get the fucking CAT scan an-huh? I have no blood? You're supposed to be professionals at this, and you think I'm a zombie just because your ass can't find the vein? Fine. Get an IV for some reason, get it done, and I guess there's nothing wrong with me because they haven't given me results yet.

Go home. Fuck, I'm hungry. Wait, really Dad? You want McDonalds? The place that most likely got me in this shithole to begin with? Well, it's still morning, so they're still serving breakfast. Fine, get a McGriddle and go home. Goddamnit, why do I keep doing that? Now I feel nauseous. Again.

NO, NO, STOP IT YOU FUCKING BABY. You are NOT throwing up again, do you hear me?! You'll have to miss college for yet another day and we can't have that. Sleep it off, you pussy.

WEDNESDAY

Ohhhh boy. Well, stomach feels a little better, even though I'm still not eating. Still not fucking driving though. Finally get to school and...ok, everything went better than expected. We apparently haven't fucking done anything for the past two days I've been out so all is well. So...go home. I'm still not eating. Damn it, drink Sprite and eat some crackers. You've got to eat something, man. Wait why do I feel ti-zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Wake up. Fuck, WHY am I still not hungry? I'm not nauseous or anything, I just feel full constantly.

fuck yeah

I love it.

Gonna need me some Nintendo points cards though. There's a SHIT FUCKING TON of DSiware I want.

I've never undergone surgery before up until this point. What happened was, they gave me a needle, put a bunch of stuff on me, and checked my blood pressure, all while asking personal questions to give me a good feeling. After struggling to keep my eyes open, and after saying hi to the leading surgeon coming in, I guess I passed out.

What felt like 60 seconds later, I feel like I've been headache-punched in both cheeks by Chuck Norris, with extremely potent painkillers in my jaws. I'm lifted to my feet and carried to my Dad's car and helped in because even at this point I have no clue where the fuck I am or what's going on.

The painkillers have since worn off and now I'm back to over-the-counter normal painkillers that do the job well, but it's still a pain in the ass to chew and swallow anything, and my throat hurts like hell.

Oh, and guess what this means? Nothing at Thanksgiving besides soup, mashed potatoes, and sweet potato casserole. Fuck.

EDIT: Fuck this shit, I want food. I'm tired of drinking bullshit like milkshakes and Ensure. I feel like I'm starving.

Had a wreck today. And it was my fault.

You can't understand the shock you experience when you first hit somebody, until you actually do it. You see cars crash on movies and TV and don't ever put yourself in the driver's shoes, not even in Driver's Ed videos. All these things come to your mind at the same time: Oh shit, my car's totaled, their car's totaled, traffic is stopped up, police are going to beat my ass, my driver's license revoked...but none of that actually happens.

One thing did come out of it though: the officer I talked to, for no reason whatsoever, handed me a monopoly coupon for McDonalds for a free medium fry. At first I thought it was a ticket, but when I actually looked at it when I got home, I lol'd.

Does this red make me look fat?

These are the funniest Gmod videos I've ever seen. Not only do they contain 70% less random, but they had effort put into them and are actually funny. Occasionally it will put something random in, but it either does it in a funny way or it's just dumb. Most of the time it's the former.

Check 'em out.