OH MY G##, YOU PEOPLE! YOU'RE THE REASON WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS! Oblivion REMASTERED?! ARE YOU SERIOUS?! We already BOUGHT that game! YEARS AGO! It was AMAZING! It was PERFECT! And you clowns, with your nostalgia goggles, just HAD to throw your money at the same d### thing with slightly shinier graphics! Now what are they gonna do? Remaster Skyrim for the fifth g###### time?! We could have had a NEW Elder Scrolls! A REAL one! But NOOOO! You just HAD to relive your glory days instead of demanding something NEW! You're the PROBLEM! You're the reason game development is STAGNANT! Enjoy your slightly less pixelated mudcrabs while the rest of us starve for something ORIGINAL! F### YOU AND YOUR REMASTERED OBLIVION! YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!
THIS. WHOLE. G######. JOB. HUNTING. BULLSHIT! It's like they ENJOY making you feel worthless! Endless applications, tailored bullshit for EVERY SINGLE ONE, and then? NOTHING. They treat you like you're begging for air! Five rounds of interviews for peanuts?! PERSONALITY TESTS?! For a JOB?! It's a g###### INSULT! They drag you through the mud and then just... POOF! Ghosted! Like you never even existed! This isn't a job hunt, it's a g###### psychological WARFARE! I'm SO F###### DONE with this RIDICULOUS, SOUL-CRUSHING, HOPE-KILLING PROCESS! F###. THIS. S###!
There are THREE OTHER TOILETS! THREE! But NOOOO, you HAVE to park your a## right next to mine and unleash the sonic boom of whatever unholy h### you ate last night! I don't WANT to hear your bodily functions in stereo! I'm trying to have a peaceful moment of porcelain contemplation here, not experience a g###### symphony of digestion! HAVE SOME DECENCY! SPREAD OUT! IT'S NOT THAT COMPLICATED! JUST...STOP! USING! THE! TOILET! NEXT! TO! ME! FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY!
F### these random skin crawls! This shirt feels like needles! That tag is pure evil! "Just ignore it"? BULLSHIT! My own body is torturing me! One g###### minute of peace, PLEASE! F### sensory issues!
Laying in bed wondering why I'm so nice. I'm constantly getting f##### over
You literally made your career out of driving people crazy.
I know intrinsically what you are. I know too much. You've shown me over and over in both words and deeds. I should have run screaming from you at the first red flag. Yet why does it seem like we're somehow magnetized?
Makes zero sense at all.
It's about as logical as a hawk falling in love with a mouse
I hate this. I don't want to have any feelings for you. I shouldn't. It makes no logical sense. I need to kill you. Not literally. But whatever dregs of love I still feel for you need to die.