There he sat upon his dilapidated twin mattress watching Snowfall on his 42" Vizio television. Laying on his stomach, feet in the air, he began kicking frantically into his mattress. He had just witnessed the scene where Franklin and Leon killed Carvel for violating Lenny and attempting to violate them next. At the sight of this, his rage and frustration grew to know no bounds. He realized in that moment he was now alone again not even a kindred spirit in a fictional universe survived for him to revel in and uplift his spirits.The diabolical sting of predatory fakkitry was marked upon him again. Some say his heart grew colder that day. Entrenched in ice inside his chest the beats were meticulous. Too precise even one could barely believe it was an organ at all rather mimicking machinery. Tick tock. Tick tock. In rhythm his heart drummed with his hello kitty wrist watch he kept sitting by his phone on his night stand. "I am not a fakkit" he said while exhaling a sigh of frustration. He then proceeded to retrieve his phone from the night stand. On the screen, his homepage lie "thecoli sports, hip hop, piff" strewn across the cracked screen. His finger lay on the face of the screen under it a single button that read "post thread"...