"Delusions, crimes, wah wah wah!" You don't even know who I am, and you're so desperate to make strawmen up in your head to make yourself feel like the hero like you don't jack-off to underaged video game characters and whine when their boobs get 0.2% smaller in the remake. Call me filth all you want, it doesn't make it true, and it doesn't automatically make you some virtuous goodie-goodie. Even if I was filth, that doesn't make you not filth.
You whine about delusions, but you keep circling back to video game characters in a desperate attempt to derail the discussion of your kind's crimes against the children of the world - proving that you have no capacity to seperate fiction from reality.
Calling me a pedo and then pretending you've done a great heroic deed because of it is pathetically sad. Does winning an argument you invented make you feel better about yourself?
Not listening to you. You think a virgin can be a rapist. You don't have a brain. Keep coping. Whomp whomp. I win. And I don't care.
You say that, but you desperately cling onto your delusions now that I've properly discerned your motive.
Ha, you care enough to keep trying to cover your own crimes after you've been cornered by your own testimony. Keep screeching, subhuman filth.
"Delusions, crimes, wah wah wah!" You don't even know who I am, and you're so desperate to make strawmen up in your head to make yourself feel like the hero like you don't jack-off to underaged video game characters and whine when their boobs get 0.2% smaller in the remake. Call me filth all you want, it doesn't make it true, and it doesn't automatically make you some virtuous goodie-goodie. Even if I was filth, that doesn't make you not filth.
You whine about delusions, but you keep circling back to video game characters in a desperate attempt to derail the discussion of your kind's crimes against the children of the world - proving that you have no capacity to seperate fiction from reality.
Cry harder, pedo.
Calling me a pedo and then pretending you've done a great heroic deed because of it is pathetically sad. Does winning an argument you invented make you feel better about yourself?