Good day to you all, my dear gentlemen. Let’s start with a q..
Good day to you all, my dear gentlemen. Let’s start with a quote: "Being stupid is like being dead. It only bothers those around you." And they also say that about the dead, one should speak either well or nothing but the truth.
And so, among my followers who have at least mastered the basics of reading, lo and behold, such a dead man has appeared. But not just dead—so outrageously insolent that he decided to smear his spinal-cord-generated waste all over my comments. He did his smearing under my previous post, but fortunately, I stopped the spread of the foul masses in time and blocked him. However, the screenshots are still with me.
And you know what? At first, I thought about dissecting this mess rationally—like, discussing how not to argue, what makes certain points incorrect, and so on. But then I thought—oh, come on, we’re all like family here, why should we be shy with each other?
So let’s sit back and fully enjoy this delicious, 100% roasting of this lobotomy survivor.
Did you read my previous post? Despite its chaos, I really like it. I absolutely hate speaking on behalf of others, but I’ll allow myself this indulgence just this once. Any remotely reasonable representative of the human race would see that it’s not an analysis, not a review, and, heaven forbid, not some literary critique. I literally explained there: I felt something—deep, irrational emotions in my heart, my gut, my mind, touching the delicate strings of the soul—and I want to try and describe them.
But no, this creature (and forgive me, Lord, for insulting animals) found it within itself to call my work an "analysis." And then had the audacity—without even having the actual source material in hand—to squeeze out a pathetic pimple of a “personal opinion” on my page, an opinion that, quite frankly, shouldn’t even exist.
And then, to top it off, it has the nerve to question whether I tactfully handled sensitive topics.
I swear, my brain is smoking from the sheer randomness of these statements—like, where is this even coming from?!
Tactfulness is the ability to behave in accordance with accepted etiquette and ethical norms. In what fucking way is this term relevant to my post?!
But the cherry on top? Calling Walter a creep. Like… yeah? I literally wrote in plain text that he’s an evil, bad villain, and that’s exactly what makes him a well-written character in my eyes. Why the hell are you repeating what’s already been said, just seasoning it with your lack of brain cells?
Ohhh, and now we move on to the second masterpiece comment from this tragic offspring of a rooster and a boot.
So, according to this person, they dislike stories where "bad actions are rewarded with some form of attraction." At this point, it’s clear they can’t read, because Claire and Walter’s relationship is a catastrophe, not some “reward for the villain.”
And correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t OnlyFans restricted to users over 18? So why is someone whose cultural frame of reference begins and ends with Peppa Pig even here?
I’m not breaking any new ground by saying that the world is filled with works in all forms that explore heavy and controversial topics—including forbidden attraction. A person with at least a trace of a brain isn’t obligated to like such themes, but in their natural desire for intellectual growth (a concept clearly alien to this commenter), they would at least engage with different aspects of life and human experiences. That’s actual food for thought and feeling.
I especially loved how this individual hates time-travel stories. Imagine you’re discussing father-son relationships using Star Wars as a reference, and the person listening goes, “Ugh, I hate spaceships!”
Got that image in your head? Good.
Oh, and now for the third comment! So this person doesn’t feel compelled to play the visual novel after reading my post. Oh, what a tragedy. My heart is in shambles—because, of course, my lifelong dream has always been for some single-celled, grease-soaked troglodyte to play the novel. I was practically on my knees begging them.
Seriously, who do you think you are? The only thing that should be convincing you is your own liver, pleading with you to stop eating your tenth Big Mac of the day.
Oh, and the cherry on this shit cake—"My feelings matter, and I must keep myself safe." Wow, what a genius move, hiding behind a burdock leaf.
Why don’t you take your delicate little concerns, mix them with your belly-button lint, and shove them straight up your ass?
Here I am, fighting myself, growing and loving—and you think I need some pathetic pseudo-tolerant drivel from an unhinged My Little Pony enthusiast who’s never seen a world beyond their own gut?
But you know what? I could have just rolled my eyes and moved on. Which, in fact, I did.
Until I got a new notification. And—you won’t believe this—this sewer scrap decided to warn me to “be careful about what I put my name under.”
I have no words. And of course, right after this steaming pile of bullshit, they got blocked.
Like, how chronically oppressed do you have to be to actually think this was a good idea to say?
What’s he gonna do? Cancel me on Twitter?
And yes, I—Polina—stand by every single word.
I want Claire and Walter to get to know each other very intimately. I want him to keep committing the most brutal and depraved genocide, while she forgets all about how he murdered her father and brothers—spreading her legs for him in every position, day and night.
And yes—again, again, again—I want her to love him and forgive him.
And I want him to grab her with those 🩸-red hands and give her the sweetest ruin, the most intoxicating of forbidden pleasures.
And so what?!
This is literally a popular visual novel app with a canon romance route, not some forbidden underground black-market smut files.
Why the fuck should I tiptoe around what I write, just so some delicate pig-eyed troglodyte doesn’t get their fragile feelings hurt?
Oh, and another funny little thing—this former fan refuses to like my posts if he doesn’t agree with the text.
It’s happened before with my previous, totally harmless posts. But hey, I’m not too proud to beg for likes, so that’s how I figured out his stance.
Like, just imagine—there’s a paid platform where creators and fans interact. You’re subscribed to a girl who posts nude photos, and you… summon all your principles and questionable self-respect just to make absolutely sure you don’t give her your precious like because you disapprove of her choice of a 2D boyfriend.
Did I mention OnlyFans is supposed to be a platform for adults?
That’s all.
Wishing you all things awful.