The Hatemonger - An Epic (in parts, serialised whenever)

[Bebek Sincap Ratatosk]

THIS is what should go on the title page.  Fuck all that other shit.

Heh, this is great.  And should be made into some sort of audio project. 

I endorse both of these ideas.

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Fuck me, Iambic pentameter is a bitch.

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Only 4 stanzas today, as Spenserian Stanzas are significantly more time consuming than yesterday's doggerel.

And in this forum many threads were made,
     In hatred, anger, joviality;
     Some posters were quite volatile, some staid,
     Some apathetic, some with energy;
     Such was the breadth of this community,
     Who all were gathered underneath the sign,
     Of one hight Eris, she their deity,
     Who enjoined chaos, and was known to pine,
  That all of those who followed her have a good time.

For this sole purpose then, this forum lurked:
     To foster creativity and act,
     As a repository for their work,
     And into proper form it to redact—
     Until from their day jobs they would be sacked,
     For wasting the time of their company,
     It having been found out that they had slacked,
     Choosing instead their creativity—
  Then out of luck all of these forumites would be.

For many years the forum bumbled on,
     Quite unaware of its most damnèd fate,
     For this same board would invite in anon—
     And none would realise until too late—
     A veritable monger-man of hate:
     A man so filled with hatred and with bile,
     So filled with anger you could not create,
     A fict-i-o-nal character as vile,
To match his most absurd and decadent lifestyle.

On many forums this would be enough,
     But all those here would soon enough adjust,
     For they were all made out of sterner stuff,
     No cowards here, no wimps with a thin crust,
     They'd hold their own with any who would durst,
     To fling the hatred and the shit around,
     And soon many of them did learn to trust,
     This man who would beat others to the ground,
For trying to curry favour with their noses browned.

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For today we are going to fast-forward to the "Action" of the piece, written here in prose for the sake of readability, content, and maximizing its effect.

-----HATEMONGER: THE BIT WITH ACTION IN IT-----

OR

PD Mountain

   Roger saw a fluffy bunny.  It was cute, and so he kicked it.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

For today we are going to fast-forward to the "Action" of the piece, written here in prose for the sake of readability, content, and maximizing its effect.

-----HATEMONGER: THE BIT WITH ACTION IN IT-----

OR

PD Mountain

Okay, Stripey. 

It's on.

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Does that mean I'm doing it right? 

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Does that mean I'm doing it right? 

Yep.

I guess it does.  Too bad it also makes you a complete fucking hypocrite.

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It's cool, I've always been a hypocrite.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

It's cool, I've always been a hypocrite.

S'okay.

Get your laughs in.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

On the plus side, Stripey can no longer pretend to be a disinterested neutral.

[Thurnez Isa]

   Roger saw a fluffy bunny.  It was cute, and so he kicked it.

I like fluffy bunny's