An open letter (only moderately safe for work, children, or adults)

To the baby-rapers who keep hacking my blogs,

I hope you die while be slow-roasted over a fire made from the smoldering bodies of your families.  When you awaken in that special ring of hell built only for soulless bastards such as yourselves, I hope that you find that eternity for you will mean being forcibly violated in various tender orifices by red-hot, sharpened objects while you teabag Satan.

Sincerely,

Papermasks

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You keep asking if I'm bitter.  I don't know where you keep getting that idea.