Victoria’s Journal. February 19th, 2012: Cosplayer carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This convention is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The dealer’s room is extended aisles and the aisles are full of pocky and when the blisters finally scab over, all the weaboos will drown. The accumulated filth of all their fangirling and fanboying will foam up about their fox tails and all the homestucks and hetalias will look up and shout “FREE HUG!”… and I’ll whisper “no.”
Oh dear sweet jegus Victoria…
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Oh dear sweet jegus Victoria…
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