Critique Review: Shattered and Heartbroken · 7:55pm Apr 27th, 2016
Hello, everypony. I am the Critique.
And today, after my review. I’m going to kill myself. Yep. I’ve decided I’ve had e-fucking-nough. Between the poor grammar, the terrible OC’s and the fact that every fucking week they repeat the same mistakes over and over like the song that never ends and it just goes on and on my friends, I’ve had it up to here with not getting what I want. I mean, of life.
But you guys can save me. And that is by … Making me Princess of Equestria. That’s right. The only way to save my life is to put a crown on my head and make me the absolutely ruler of Equestria, so I can overthrow that bitch, Celestia.
You might think that ‘that sounds rather shallow, Mr. Critique. Wouldn’t it be better to work hard and earn what you want, rather than putting a gun to your head and holding yourself hostage for what you want?’
It might be, but then I would point to the story I reviewed today and say, “Well, this fic taught me that if I don’t get what I want, threaten to kill myself and then everyone will give me what I want.” The perfect lesson for self-entitled shits!
Well, that probably gives my opinion on this fic before we’ve even started, but to be fair, the fic gives it’s stupidity away before we even had a chance to open it.
After a long relationship with Rarity, Soul Shatter, a depressed teen, feels like now it can be the time to make his move: become Rarity's boyfriend. But, one thing stops him... and hurts him... He takes it deep and hard, and feels like he's alone... (Warning: Contains depression and suicidal thoughts)
Oh, gee, I wonder if the main character in this story is going to experience depression and suicidal thoughts. I realize warning labels for triggers are needed, but if you ask me, that kind of spoils this entire story. Rather than actually giving us something that would inspire intrigue.
But enough about that, let’s get on with this trainwreck of a fic.
Shattered and Heartbroken by MyLittleGeneration
My name is Soul Shatter…
And almost immediately, I don’t care, nor do I want to know what kind of idiot parents would name their child after something that sounds like something from a Warhammer 4k fic. One of those demons that literally shatters souls by looking at them. I guess, when he came out of the womb, his parents immediately thought “Hey, this child is our gift to the world. Let's name him something that inspires fear across the kindergarten playground.”
Already on the first sentence of the fucking thing, and I could give less of a shit than than time I stuck that cork up my butthole when I was 12. What? My brother told me to put a cork in it!
But my life... to be honest, it really sucks.
Which might explain the fics I write.
And you want to know how the kid’s life sucks? How about this? He gets picked on by bullies. The laziest form of trying to find a way for people to relate to him, hastily thrown together within two seconds. And I know bullying happens, but I sure would love to see how this bullying happens. Who these bullies are? Why do they attack you? And why you bother not doing anything about it? Care to explain that?
I don't know why they choose me to pick on when I’ve never done anything to wrong them.
And how do they pick on you?
By not worshiping him like a fucking god. No. I’m not even kidding. Because they don’t shower him with praise and kiss his shoes every time he fucking walks by he assumes that everyone fucking hates him.
The school I attend, Canterlot High, is full of people who couldn’t even spare me a passing glance. And it hurts... a lot.
You egotistical selfish prick! You probably think Celestia hates you because she doesn’t come to your room and let you put your dick through her every fucking morning!
Maybe those people don’t hate you, but are just minding their own fucking business! Did you ever think of that you self-centered jackass?!
We then meet our ‘villain’ of this fic. I say villain, he’s more of the ‘Hope that the audience hates this guy more than the ‘hero’ of the story.’ To which I say, ‘Ha, story! You thought to fool me with having two idiots instead of one! But I can hate them both! Just for different reasons!’
For example, I hate our main character because he’s every sally-sob story I’ve ever heard while reading these self-glorifying masterbastion sections. And I hate Blueblood for being a hastily rushed villain who the story expects us to hate because the main character hates him rather than anything he actually does. First minute in and all we have is the main character’s word that he is a dick.
He could be a nice guy and the main character is simply jealous. Which would be more interesting to be honest. But no, we don’t go that route. Put on your cliche trousers, story. I’ll just be over here measuring myself for the noose.
Me? Piss poor. Many people don't want me as a friend, and that’s just how my life is. No friends, no nothing.
With an attitude like that, I don’t want to even been reading about you. And yes, I know how depression can work into your system and can poison everything you see and believe. Making you think things that you know aren’t true, but you think are true because when you’re depressed, it puts thoughts in your head that are often dark and makes you want to do things and you don’t think about the consequences of those things because your mind is so wrought with pain and grief that all you can think about is the pain going away.
But I read a story to get away from all that. Not to drown myself in it. And even if I wanted to read a story about a depressed person, this is sounding like a person who thinks they are entitled to more than they actually are. It never actually shows this character trying to interact with others, making friendships or making an effort to deal with his problems. I realize this is the first chapter, but I’m hardly rooting for the guy.
I hardly give a shit about his problems because it’s nothing I haven’t heard before and frankly, haven’t already dealt with. And I managed quite well. So, this is kind of a step backwards for the character in my eyes.
But let’s get to the one good thing in his life. Even though he just told us that he has nothing good in his life.
But yet, one person, ONE PERSON, has kept me alive. Not my brother, though he's good, he is never here almost all the time due to his position in the military, but a certain girl. One I never thought would come near me.
Rarity.
Yes, forget about the brother we just established. We never see him again, so those two paragraphs were fucking pointless. Oh, and Rarity is in this story, playing the role of ‘Hope you don’t break-up with me, or I’ll have to jump off this bridge’.
Oh, and I hope you haven’t filled up on all the bullshit tragic backstory from this character, cause there’s even more!
Without her I would be shattered and heartbroken. Matter of fact, you… probably wouldn’t be hearing from me right now.
Yeah… I’ve tried before.
I was amazed on how long I have lived and stayed here. I mean, with Blueblood being the school douche and fucking with me on the daily, I’m still standing. My parents both died in a shooting back when I was ten, and I had to move with my brother. My brother, while meaning well, wasn’t exactly the best role model, but I’ve stayed with him ever since. He really cares about me since I’m the last piece of family he has left. But once again, Rarity has helped me out. I don't know if she knew anything about how torn up I am about my depression, nor do I think she knew about my depression at all.
Fuck, can we just play that scene from Wreck-it Ralph? That’s honestly what this feels like.
Ah, still cracks me up.
So, while you were watching that video, I read on ahead and found that Mr. Soul Taker is not exactly in the ‘well’ department. Even for a depressed person.
It’s pretty obvious now, but I’ve had feelings for her for a long time. I just don’t know when I’m going to make a move on her, but hopefully soon. My biggest fear is that she’s already with someone else. I love her deeply, and if she didn’t really take to me... I’d just have to meet with fate, I guess.
Oh, good! Our story just said that if Rarity does want this guy’s dick, then he will kill himself. Making his brother, who apparently is so important that he isn’t even in the fic, and Rarity suffer through his death. Way to show us a better way, story!
Anyway, the story officially begins with Rarity inviting Soul Edge to a party. Apparently, no one likes this kid so much, that he isn’t invited to any parties. That’s okay. I wouldn’t invite him to his own funeral.
Turns out, it’s Rarity’s birthday party… Which is weird saying that they’ve been friends for years… and yet … this is the first time Rarity has invited him to her birthday party? Maybe you should take this as a sign, dumbass! Rarity doesn’t like you. She’s only pretending to be your friend, so she’ll have someone to kill when the Elements of Harmony’s magic wears off.
What? He’d kill himself anyway! Might as well let me and Rarity have some fun.
He rushes downstairs with 900 dollars in his back pocket… Presumably from the job he has of getting his ass kicked by Blueblood. This guy shouldn’t be complaining; getting paid to get beat up is my second career option.
“Awesome, see you there!” I quickly replied, getting off my bed. This was perfect! I could get her a great gift with the money I had been collecting and saving for myself. Running to my closet, I opened up the drawer where I keep my paper money, counting it quickly. Nine hundred dollars.
He makes his way to a jewelry store where he finds the perfect diamond necklace for her. Unfortunately, he’s a few dollars short. However, the man (or pony) at the counter gives him an offer. He notices Soul Sucker’s necklace and offers him a trade. Turns out the necklace was his parent’s before they died in a horrible car crash.
You mean shooting?
At this point, they are completely interchangeable.
And what does our hero do with the only memoire he has of his dead mother and father?
… pay or don't pay? This necklace was from my parents… but I knew that Rarity's gift was more important than this necklace. Besides, they weren't the sweetest to me, even in hard situations with kids at school.
I handed him the necklace and all the money I had on me.
Because you raised a fucking prick, mom and dad! Oh, and I hope you don’t want an explanation for what mom and dad did when they were alive, because we never find any of that out. What do you mean they weren’t the sweetest?! Did they hire the bullies to beat you up and then fire them when they didn’t perform as well as they wanted?!
Anyway, he gets the necklace and rushes off to celebrate Rarity’s birthday. Not before texting her to find out where she lives. I guess they are such good friends that he’s never once been to her house. Maybe I’m reading too much into this or Rarity could actually hate Soul Fucker’s guts. Much like everyone else in this story.
When he arrives there, he is so hated and shunned by his peers that they greet him at the door with a smile, ask him how his day was, get him a cup of coffee, sit him down, massage his feet and pretty much do everything short of sucking the guy off.
"Hey, Soul!" said a high, energetic voice, which caused me to jump and almost drop the present that was in my hand. I looked behind me to see a friend I forgot to mention. She’s energetic, funny, and fascinated by just about everything. She's pink with poofy hair, and her name was Pinkie Pie. "How are you doing? I didn’t think I'd see you here, to be perfectly honest." Well, you and me both…
I’m sorry, story! Does everyone hate your or not?! Because frankly I can’t fucking tell with this story! It contradicts itself so much that I can’t help but feel that everything bad in the kid’s life is all in his head. Maybe the kid’s parents are actually alive, but they didn’t give him the Rarity blow up doll he wanted for his birthday. And instead of cooping with that, he decided to make up the story that his parents are dead. I know I did that with my parents.
Pinkie then gasps, confirming my fear that she would know what it was. "You got her jewelry?" she asked, pointing at the logo on the box. "That's so sweet of you. Surely she'll love it!" I turned around, but she got me again, pleading with puppy-dog eyes. "And—please don't be mad—but can I just take a little, eensy-weensy, teeny-tiny, quick look at what's inside?"
I sigh heavily. Sure, she was a friend who made me laugh, but at times she was a definite pest. A very hyper pest, at that.
Or maybe everyone hates you because you’re a prick. Seriously, if that’s how you treat your friends, can I be your most hated enemy? I’m sure I’ll actually get invited to your birthday party and you can get paid as I kick you in the face. Everyone wins.
So, Pinkie Pie tells him best of luck when he says he wants to ask Rarity to be his girlfriend. And Soul Calibur tells her to fuck off.
Only to find her making out with Blueblood because if the misunderstanding cliche’s corpse hasn’t been beaten enough times, here comes this story around to kick a couple more times.
I backed out and placed the small, black box on an end table, flinging open the house door and running down the steps. I sobbed, running as far away from the house as I could. I ran. I couldn't stop but keep thinking about all of this... depression and how much shit I had to put up with in life. I get bullied, picked on, my parents are dead... it was hell. And now, the angel of my life, the one who has kept me alive, Rarity, is now making out with Blueblood. Fuck me…
Dude, if you are going down because your girl is making out with Blueblood when you two aren’t officially a couple, I’m not convinced you were going to survive anyway.
Call me cruel. Please. It’s the only character trait the author decided to write for me. But I’m not feeling the strong connection to his life here. He tells us everything that happens in his life, but we don’t really experience it. We only have his word that his life is shit, instead of seeing examples of such things. And I assumed it was just a self-entitled asshole. And honestly, this whole ‘heart wrenching’ scene has no effect on me, because I don’t feel anything for this character. He hasn’t done anything for me to warrant him getting what he wants.
All he’s done is been an asshole to Pinkie Pie, who I guess is his friend, but she doesn’t have the best floppies in the land, so she doesn’t count. Told everyone how no one respects him because the ladies don’t jerk off to him every night. And told us how Blueblood bullies him when he has never even interacted with the fucking dumbass!
We only have the character’s word that Blueblood is a prick… I mean he is in the show, but he’s never been a prick to THIS character. I mean, you all know I’m a prick to this character. I’ve been calling him a useless pile of fucking waste the entire review. So, the character has more of a reason to hate me than he does Blueblood. And I’m not even in the fucking story!
This is honestly the rambling of a jealous man who didn’t get what he wanted, so now he’s running off to sob in a corner to weep until he gets what he wants. Which he eventually does. Spoilers. So it kind of undermines the whole point of life and the harsh truth of not getting everything you want and making due, but why the fuck would this story want to have any sense of relatability in it? It’s only the thing that makes a good story.
So he runs home and slits his wrists.
That's what it felt like. I bent down, grabbing the giant shard of glass. I fell back against the wall, grasping the shard tightly, feeling the sharpness cutting into my palm.
And then…
And then he dies!
I know I’m a fucking prick, get the fuck over it!
Seriously though, this is not a good depression story! Depression is a complex, massive thing that people actually deal with. This is not a good representation of that. This doesn’t show the complexities of depression and how it ruins your life and can take over your mind.
It’s not just sadness, guy. It’s something a little bit deeper and much harder to get rid of. And the fact that it’s magically cured by him getting everything he wanted, is just fucking petty and not how it fucking works!
It then turns to Rarity’s point of view, which we all know is this.
Blueblood, make out with me!
Ugh, you taste like plot device.
Oh, no! I caused Soul whatever his name to kill himself!
I’m a horrible pony and I should…
Oooo, shiny!
That’s how I’d write the ending, but no. We all know how it ends. Seriously, story, the ending couldn’t be more obvious, even if I hadn’t spoiled it. Newborn baby seals in the Arctic would have been able to figure out this dumbass fic’s ending!
Rarity kicks Blueblood in his Blueballs, sees the necklace from Soul Release, rushes over to his house to see him, sees him trying to kill himself, stops him and promises never to live his side, lest he’d go into his depression again and slit his throat.
Why do I get the feeling you could have replaced this story’s protagonist with a psychotic maniac, who won’t let this girl go no matter what she says and that if he can’t have her, he’ll go on a murderous rampage, and the fic wouldn’t have changed one bit?
I guess I should give my final thoughts, though it hardly seems necessary at this point.
I could not thumbs down this thing any harder if I fucking tried. There’s nothing fun about this fic. It’s a self-masterbation section that I get to see most fucking weeks!
At best, it’s an uninteresting, uneventful story that’s horrible at establishing characters, motivations and overall building a world that I can get immersed it. The story is like a brick wall that the only way you can get through to it is to bang your head against it until it either breaks or you go into a coma. The latter being what most likely happens.
At worst, it’s a poor example of what depressed people go through and a cheap ass fic that shows you that if you’re depressed and want to kill yourself, do it because then you’ll get everything you want! For all the story preaching about ‘Don’t kill yourself! It’s not worth it!’ you send a pretty fucked up mixed message here!
But you know what? I’m glad I read this story, because now, whenever someone asks me what’s the best way to write a story showing all the complexities of depression, I can just point to this fic and say “NOT THAT!”
I imagine that you will be Shattered and Heartbroken after this fic. Let's see how you hold up.
Had you posted this earlier, I could have given the Pope a prayer for your success. Alas, you did not, and I won't be in Rome next time the Pope makes an appearance.
Seriously, that's his name? It's like his parents knew he was going to be a failure in life. What, was "Suicidal Emo" not good enough?
He realized that he is not, in fact, the Special.
Choo choo.
40K, and... it wouldn't be out of place in that universe. Probably as a psychic power so the evil sorcerer can blow your soul up and leave you even more screwed over than usual.
My house burned down, the cops are after me, and my parents work for the IRS. Life is pain.
Gee, haven't seen that one before.
Can we get a story where the person's sucky life was because Mommy loved their sibling more? It wouldn't be original, but it would be a change of pace.
Slashing their tires on a dare was supposed to be the perfect way to break the ice...
Aww, boo hoo! Nobody pays attention to you. Why don't you DO SOMETHING with your life to stand out from the crowd instead of moping about how you're just another wallflower?!
Also because he wanted to kill Celestia and take over the world, but that's another fic.
His Pokemon card collection.
That someone like her paid attention to a mopey jerk like you is certainly... a Rarity.
I like that scene because it is both over the top enough to be hilarious, but played straight enough that Calhoun's emotional damage is somewhat intriguing.
And unfortunately for him, he ran into Guts on his way there...
How he survives getting smacked around by a Kryptonian is beyond me... wait, wrong fic.
Also, who brings $900 to a birthday party. Also, if this kid's got that kind of money, why did he say he was poor? I would kill for a chance to walk around with $900 in surplus money.
Wait a second... Where have I heard this before... I know; I wrote this!
Let's see if Moper goes through with the deal.
Adding another story to my "Stories that Kyoshi Rising is better than" list.
Man, if that's what loners are treated like, I wonder what decent human beings are treated like?
And I thought my contradictions were bad...
As we're lacking in necromancers at the moment, I imagine it isn't too pleasant. Probably squishy too.
I would, but as I kind of agree with you I think I will save it for another time.
But it turns out he's a vampire, and they are incapable of dying by slashed wrists... most of the time.
Also, if you're going to kill yourself, slashing your wrist seems... kind of tame. And a bit overused. But then, why should I give a lesson on killing oneself?
The Joker does it much better.
And the world is better for it.
Good review. Can't wait for more once I get back to the States.
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I always love the idea of the guy being evil, even with a loving parent. Just because it's an interesting twist.
Oh God, not again...
By the way, Spiders, that story has a sequel. I don't remember if it's finished or not, but if it is, you wanna review it?
...So, in pony slang, Blueblood tastes like a butt plug.
But you're a pony, Critique. You can't give it a thumb at all!
Oh dear lord... I knew that this title sounded familiar...
Yeah, I read this one a while back, and yeah, it was kinda crap. My problem with it was just how... artificial it felt. It wasn't a story with characters; it was a machine designed to emotionally manipulate readers into being sad. It was boring, so predictable that I predicted exactly what was going to happen in the story at the end of the first chapter, and failed to show me anything that would make me grow to like the characters, relying instead on telling me 'Oh, I'm sad! Oh, everything sucks! FEEL SAD, DAMNIT!!!' It's poor storytelling at best, and completely manipulative at worst.
It's sad, because I've seen this author write a lot better than this (Heck, I'm even co-writing with him on one of his stories), so I know that he can write a story that isn't so... manipulative. This, however, is one of the few stories he's written that just makes me wonder what the heck he was thinking. Still, good review as usual, Spider. Keep it up, mate. Cheers
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According to the author, it is finished and he's asked me to check it out. It's on my list of things to do. Along with the laundry, my writing, my reviewing, and everything else in the universe. Better hold myself hostage until the universe makes me stop being lazy to do those things.
Stop ruining Yu-Gi-Oh, Brony!
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Yeeeaaah... I knew that. Totally. Totally knew that. Was totally a typo.
I imagine after all the reviews you've read, that list is quite extensive.
Damnit! Why must I be cursed not being a princess of Equestria?!
3901750 I can imagine there is better writing from this author, based on the stories I've briefly looked at, but this is definitely not one of them. Like you said, it's manipulative. I don't mind being emotionally manipulated if the characters are strong and interesting, but no, the story just threw it's hat in the ring, hoping that it would cause someone to break down.
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Yes.
It's also shown me that Kyoshi Rising, despite being miles ahead of my earlier works, is still quite rough around the edges and has plenty of problems with emotions and pacing. So again, thank you for that.
Yeah, I'll admit, I sucked nut at this story. :P
3903530 I'm glad you decided to comment on the review. I hope I wasn't too rough on you. My goal is never to stop authors like you from writing, but hopefully showing why I might like or not like something. And this is just one guys opinion. That's all it's ever been.
Anyway, thank you for reading the review and I hope to see more of your comments and your stories in the future. Have a good day.
3904862 No, I'm totally fine! I knew deep inside this story was a large piece of monkey crap. To be honest, I took the idea from some other fanfic that was a ship between Sonic's Blaze and Silver. :P But hey, I've gotten better (and thank God). So, if you got any other review ideas around any story, go free! Do you just do bad ones like a Rage Review, or do you tend to review good stories and praise them? Either way, feel free to review any of my (for now) 20 stories.
3904967 I end up doing a mix of both if I can. I often am on the prowl for good fics to mix it up a bit. (Which I should probably end up doing very soon since everything I've reviewed thus far, this year has been crap or with enough problems to suck out my enjoyment.) However, usually, I tend to focus on the bad ones. If you've got both or maybe ones that you think I ought to read from others, I'd be happy to add them to the list.
This was the solution given in the movie Planet 51 to protect a person from an anal probe by aliens.
I don't see that as any kind of good deterrent.
Alien 1: "We need to examine this new specimen stat! Get me the probe."
Alien 2: "It won't work! This one seems to have an external blockage of some sort."
Alien 1:"Rookie! They call it an anal plug. We have dealt with these before. But we must work with caution. If we don't work it out carefully, we could end up with quite a mess on our hands. And it depends on just how long it has been in place."
Alien 2:"So how do we proceed?"
Alien 1: hands Alien 2 a cork puller. "You use this to pull it out, as I stand on the other side of this protective wall."
Alien 2:"Why me!?"
Alien 1:"This is just the sort of thing I have you around for. Now get on with it."
Alien 2:"My life officially sucks!"
Yes, I wish that was some of the problems I had back in school. If I was left alone like he seemed to be, I was cool with that. It was those that took my things, wrecked my things, or picked a fight with me, I felt was a problem. Most of the time I was one of those just minding my own business.
Though that can gain the attention of another sort from others, and by those that don't like to be ignored. like this guy seem not to.
It's one thing to ignore others casually out of lack of interest in them. It's quite another to be ignored over something important. Like how teachers ignore what they are told is going on around them, and do nothing.
It does teach a person a good lesion early on in life though, not to rely on others all too much for things you probably could take care of yourself, even of others don't like your chosen methods.
This is so true, it can not only blind a person to a better and more likely truth, but it also covers a person like a comforting blanket. Like that depression is your only friend in the world, and none can take it away.
Though on the same token, if one is not in the right surroundings, that person maybe right. There are enough people that suck enough to make one think there are no friendly people around. As untrue as that is. Hell, even in prison one might find a friendly face or two, but not many.
Oh' I liked that move. Did you see the short where Pinkie ends up in Sugar Rush?
You probably have but here it is. "She ate all the devil dogs. She ate them all!"
At least he is not so much of a creepy stalker if he don't know if she is seeing someone already. He has at least that much going for his character.
Though something later in this story may prove me wrong.
After I am dead and gone, I would not much care what happens to my dead husk of a body. Some sick necrophiliac could have his way with it. But while I am alive, well, it matters what happens to me.
I have a few friends that I have known for years and I don't go to their birthday parties.
Than again, some of these people I guess could be called just an acquaintance. A long term acquaintance.
What can I say, I am not a people person, and not one much for parties either.
Now that is the mind of an entrepreneur. One willing to take on such a risk to run with that kind of money making opportunity.
Is this not Equestria? Where is his Bits? Why does he have paper money. Are they actually a bunch of I.O.U.s. I say good luck collecting them all in short notice, that is seeing how you have no friends. Except for that one Rarity.
I would guess so, but you can't blame Computer for trying to stick with the program.
You did mention earlier how depression can do that to a person, it seems to be showing up in the way the story is being told.
Now this would be good, if he happens to take a glance at this moment as it was BlueBlood making the moves on Rairity, and she slaps BlueBlood for it just as Mr. Cut Deeply turns to run and didn't get to see that part.
OK. I will admit it. I love that Fluttershy Remix.
Actually, that might have been more exciting. Alright, I said it before, I am a gore whore. So kill me.
You know, at my job just this week, one guy asked me if I like my job. And I said no, why you ask? He said, Because you are good at it.
I told him after, I might be real good at hitting my head agents a wall, doesn't mean I would like it any. He just nodded his head.
I feel, I about called it.
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Actually I first though that would make a good name for one bad ass killer in the story. One who may even kill with magic! By twisting and ripping another's soul apart with it. But that is the gore whore in me speaking.
I remember a joke one told me a long time ago.
Some people are like fire extinguishers. The presser built up in them makes it so they can't wait to be used. But when they are, all they feel is empty inside.
Now that is much of what I was thinking.
Alright, you said it first.
I did see that a while back. No Guts, no gory glory.
Your mention of necromancers gave me this thought of one reanimating his fallen victim, just so he can beat this person to death again and again. Now that would be cruel!
One of my thoughts is to have two lbs, of C4, place it in a very think metal bell that one can fit one's head into, and set 1 lbs of the C4 on either side of one's head. Then set it off while recording it. It's the kind of going out with a bang I would like to do. Though fare from now, but possibly before I turn 80.
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Did you ever see the movie The Good Son? If not, you should.
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That is a good point.
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As it is for some of mine, oddly enough as bad as mine are.
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No, he is going to praise one of mine one day, I just know it.
Maybe Computer could review one of them.
Not to say I think she would speak kindly of them if she didn't like anything about any of them, but I have my preferences with things.
It is to me, a logical choice. That is if Critique permits her.