User blog:MartySayz/Literature

I know you do; I know you all want me to come back and dispose of these wannabees, but you and other commentators have hammered me to leave this wretched comment section, so that I must do. Don't thank me, thank those whose minds were clouded from biased thinking. When the war started, everyone loved to hate me, and everyone knew since I kept returning and returning, their hate was endless. Alas, the riots and PSA's ended when I left so abruptly, especially since it corresponded with Big Nate's catacombs of reruns. You all realized that the excitement you once felt has unfortunately faded. People try and make accounts like YEE to bring back the fun, but they've lost their MartySays touch, haven't they? No longer are people waiting for another war to start and be apart of something bigger than the sum of their parts, but they are now sulking upon the abyss that is the lack of any new material, both from Lincoln Peirce and I. They've never experienced that longing of loving to hate, and never experienced it taken away from them so dramatically. They're dying, everything's fading, and they simply want it more than ever. Simply want to have fun. Simple.





That is withdrawal.





And there is no cure.