Every single character on this website is at worst a thinly veiled simulation of a pre-existing property or at best a hodge podge of pre-existing properties bastardized until it superficially resembles something that appears creative from the outside.
It makes perfect sense to me that when a sharp mind like Mr. Korklan comes along, a man who wants to tear down the pre-existing structure and revolutionize online roleplay by bringing forth the manifest content of our narcissistic self delusion, a delusion predicated on the myth that we have "made" something, that all of you would react with infantile and impuissant scorn.
You're all a bunch of big fat ******** phonies.
Maybe instead of attacking a progressive thinker like the founder of TNW:R you should attack yourself. That's right, for once in your life, look within. Ask yourself. Is my character really original? If you are capable of the mystification necessary to answer "yes" then ask yourself a follow up question: Does this make my character good?
Absolutely not.
How do I know this? Because all of you imbeciles voted me rp'er of the decade. That means I'm pretty hot s**t. When I walk into a party at college do you know what the first thing I do is? I go up to the sexiest girl at the jungle juice bowl, I point my thumb at myself and I say, hey sweetcheeks, your talking to The WRPSG Roleplayer of The Decade. Then I whip out my IPhone and I show her my credentials, that's if she isn't already spraying a waterfall on my Air Jordans™.
But enough of tooting my own 8 inch horn.
I didn't get that award because I was the best. Ok, let's face it, I totally did guys. But I also got it because I stole literally every single good idea that I ever encountered. Like a massive hacky ******** parasite I consumed everything in my path because I am a massive genius. It made me feel dirty. Perverse. After awhile it got a little tiring, accumulating all this prestige while using a character that was a unrepentant rip-off, a meth lab synthesis of Ric Flair, Bobby Heenan and Larry Sweeney. I decided to get a little more ballsy with my stealing. I made a new character.
I bet all of you thought Mark Laundre was an original character.
I know all of you thought Mark Laundre was an original character. Because if you didn't, he never would have seen the light of day. You would have disrespected me just as you disrespected my friend Joseph Korklan. Well the gig is up boys. Everything that you thought you knew about this community has been a fabrication of the highest degree. That's right. It's all bogus. When you saw Mark Laundre, you saw a creation, an completely novel concept that belonged to one man and one man only. What fools. Like puppets, all of you, on strings.
Mark Laundre is not an original character.
That's right. Mark Laundre is a near perfect copycat of two of the most high profile performers of all time. Two men that I have an immense and deep respect for. Two men that this community wouldn't exist without. Two men that, for all intents and purposes, taught me everything I know about writing today. Uh huh. Bet you guys didn't see this one coming. The hottest rookie in G-Fedding is merely a simulacrum, a man standing on the shoulders of two titans:
The Heart Beak Kid Shawn Michaels
And
The Cerebral Assassin Triple H
And
The Cerebral Assassin Triple H
It must all seem so obvious now, but none of you even noticed. Like the blind sheep that I always knew you where. How could you have missed it? A Heartbreaking scoundrel? A King wielding a sledgehammer? Mark Laundre is a cosplay in caws clothing. Just like each and every one of you. An embodiment of everything that is wrong with this vulgar and wretched community. You did this to yourselves. Shame. Shame on all of you.
Godspeed Mr Korklan. Godspeed. Don't waste your time here. Don't go down with this sinking ship. You are meant for greener pastures.
