Just a Burning Compost Heap

“Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy… Where, oh where do I begin with this? I always enjoy how my life has been going for quite some time now. I got a man, my bro is a badass paladin, my bestie is alive and kicking and we are just considered the baddest bitches in this land of the leeches. I got sick tendril spewing powers, my girl got herself some sick ass angel powers, my bro got his big ol’ god sword and my man got his wits and sexy bow skills. We cut through what is bad for society while we drink merrily to the lamentations of big wig dark supernatural types. Good life, good times… But there’s always one thing that bothers me…”

“Why is it that we’re always dealing with someone's drama? Sure, folks tell us that they want us to go off the problem in some way or scare them off but it’s always within a community! Like, fuck! This is why I prefer monster hunting, they’re just brainless beasts who want to eat faces and live. They have no quarrels except surviving and nothing more! But not with actual folks, they always bicker and cry and whine and expect things to go their way and continue on their little tyrades about issues and problems. It’s obnoxious, it’s enough to make my ears melt… Literally, I hate this shit… Especially when I’m forced to be the voice of reason!! I hate being the voice of reason, I’m the voice of angry vulgarities and metal screams!! Like, fuck!! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…!!”

“I’ll never get how folks can be so bitter and cruel towards others, what’s the point when I could just go up to the guy and beat his face in when I have a problem with them. It just shows no one has the cajones to try such things and proves I’m just the better person. If I’m gonna be a bitch, I’ll be a bitch to your face, simple as that. Being in the dark, keeping secrets, maybe that’s why I never get salty against leeches and other secretive types. COWARDS, EACH ONE!! Y'all can give me beef and brag about your arrogance but knowing my hands remain bloody while everyone else’s hands continue to gather dust lets me sleep cozily with that thought in my mind. I have worth while your value is just talk.”

“Being a piece of shit is just a waste of time. You accomplish nothing. You just sit there as the world looks at you like you're a clown after a crappy joke… Or you made a toddler cry. The idea of folks going out of their way to be complete assholes towards others just to bring them down just shows your worth as a being in this world. They think that it’s some kind of medal of accomplishment, like everyone must kneel cause you just so happen to be unlikable… News flash, you're gonna be questioning how no one is around you in the future. What, folks dont know about what you did? Folks will sniff you out harder than bloodhounds on fresh game. You think you’re hot shit but in the end… Well, you’re shit. Simple as that… You come to that truth and you’re just gonna flail and cry and scream bullying but what the fuck have you been doing? Let that thought settle while good folks do what you failed at… Being better.”

With a phone perched on a rusty bucket recording a woman who has a beast manhandled under her grip, snickering away after finishing her rant. With several black tendrils binding the beast, she quickly went to her phone only to realize her phone was still set on photo mode which had her clenching her teeth and aggressively setting her phone down before violently wringing the beast’s neck out of frustration.

“You make a point only to know folks will not hear it… And now the world tells me to go fuck myself… HEY BITCH, CLEAN UP!!”

“Took you long enough, why the rant anyways and vented on the poor creature of darkness?”

“Easy, terrible people exhaust me and up my need to get violent but they’re just bitches who hide behind screens who get off on hurting folks till that same feeling get’s directed towards them.”

“C’mon, let’s clean it up. Stop thinking about that nonsense, it’ll only make you degrade into those you speak out against.”

“Yeah… There's a burger t down the road and I'm famished."

Author's Note

  Little birdies here and there have been whistling in my ears lately, telling me what's been happening and boy, oh boy... It put a smile on my face. Before I go into those details, I am going to introduce and/or remind anyone who's reading this about who I am.

I am just a nobody who cared about the community.

    I left this community due to the endangering amounts of nepotism and terrible excuses such as seniority. I wanted to fix this place, enforce rules and see everyone do their best but then I saw how deep things were. I had evidence only to be ignored, caught those who did wrong red handed and brought up every issue to staff when I was apart of it. It was all for naught while they got away with everything till they soon began to delete everything I did and silenced me of everything tried. I grew bitter and began to resent everything, turning my back on everyone without saying a word and leaving everything in general especially with real life punting me in the nonexistent balls.

  Felt like a hell I wanted out of, forcing me to cut off social media and other things just to have some quiet. It wasn't till I realized that I was cutting good people out and not giving them a piece of what was going on cause my proud ass was in the way but I caved and returned. I tried again with reports and flags but nothing went through so I did what any sensible person could do: Tell them to leave or atleast stop frequenting here and other places of complete toxicity. Those I told brought me to their communities and welcomed me with open arms and around that time was when I soon made various changes in life to make me a better person. I quit volunteering, I was given a promotion at work, actually pushing my physique to it's limits and make a fucking novel. I felt happy and all it took was to cut out the problems in my life and watch this burning compost heap with others where it's safe. I see those people be called Nazis and homophobes yet they do things folks here don't try to do, just stomp their feet and demand to be respected in their land of make believe. I get told what happens and I could just laugh and even laugh more when they come intruding those communities just waste folk's time. It makes me proud to see them go above the naysayers and become better. Even with all that, I still felt miffed about what happened, like it was a lingering itch I couldn't get rid of even when I'm trying to break my limbs through weights and continue my writing works.

Life always found a way, things came up and more crap started to hit the fan, whether it's loved ones biting the dust or me getting my shit slapped cause people suck. Made it difficult to keep going but I always woke up and was reminded that I had people who gave an actual shit about me and when I hear them being targets of other's shenanigans, it riled me up but I wouldn't give in. I was better then that and they knew, I told them to tell problematic folks to go fuck themselves and continue being the best. Follow hobbies, work on what needs to be improved, take your time with those around you and give second chance unless they spit in your face as well as scream to the heavens when things feel like shit. Even if it's something small, I wanted to see improvement. I wanted people to sur me and themselves, prove those who brought them down wrong and even tell them to be better lest they be left behind.

I have achievements to be proud of, from work to self worth. Having financial stability, a job with people who give a shit, a family who are actually looking out for themselves as well as one another, a little brother becoming a man in the ring, brothers close to me who are succeeding alongside me and me being closer to have that sweet six pack I yearn for. The communities I am apart of growing with people who give a shit as well as well as seeing them improve with everything in their lives. Just when I think things were getting better, I hear about what has been happening here and, well... I told ya so. New blood entering here while the fetid and stagnant get sent down the tubes. Those who held back this place are finally at one anothers throats and ripping open their graveyard loaded closets while everyone else just gleefully watch the monkey cage fights from our thrones like the kings and queens we are. Those who stuck around with me, I am grateful as well as thankful for putting up with me. Those who don't know me and still read, you keep it up with whatever you're working on whether it's here or in life. For everyone else...

Thank you for all the book material I needed.

Oh, and , those little birdies chirp pretty loudly so you should be much more careful about what you say. Someone could be using you as a quick laugh. But what do I know, I'm just a nobody!

, I love you all and I hope you can say the same for yourself.