Necrotic Obsession

During a recent bout of nostalgia and unrelenting boredom, I figured I would take a look around a couple of sites that had previously been my stomping grounds.

One of those, obviously, was Necrotic and its subsidiary, the Meat Grinder.

And I didn't like what I saw one fucking bit.

Initially, My firsthand account of just how badly fallen apart this place had gotten was by watching Crow and Farout attempt to forcibly redesign the MG into a goddamn Lovers Quarrel forum over some sort of "Today's Tranny" magazine interview.

Then I look around a little more and find a couple of tween aged Hot Topic clones threatening to claw the fucking pimples off one anothers faces because somebody had apparently crossed the line and posted the dreaded google image Failcat A-bomb.

Finally, after spitefully intervening in a few threads just for the sakes of giving the people who check this joint out something to focus their lazy eye on, my oppositions replies go up.









Let me clue you walking cock clamps into a little somethin' somethin':

You're not supposed to tell me how good I am, or just surrender like a little bitch.

Both the scenario of me being totally pantie soaking awesome and you getting pancaked by my wordplay are by default predetermined and unchangeable.

But the least you can do is try....so thats what you're going to do.

Failure for any comp to appear means open season on any person that steps foot in here, no matter the reason. I'll walk in the middle of your fights, and I'll fucking flatten any thing that blinks without prejuidice or impunity.

So maybe someone should be a hero here and step up.

I'm sure others will build a memorial in their honor, built to stand both the test of time and repeated urinary hosedowns from when I just really need to take a leak.

Takers?

Abstract thought= bloody irritated intestinal track

Solo1= blood soaked wad of infectious boule excriment passing threw

Farout= a dingle berry hangin from the pubes of solo's chode!

Good Ol' AT: Hi guys. I'm back to tear out your 'S' curved spinal columns with my bare hands and fuckin' hang you on my front porch to go along with the rest of my Halloween decorations. Any volunteers?

Nogo1: Brilliant! Absolutely fucking brilliant! Seriously, dude, you are so good I'm like, seriously considering what it would be like to suck your dick. Seriously.

Farout: Hahahaha. This guys just too good! X 10

Good Ol' AT: ...The fuck? No...no you can't suck my dick, Nogo. But I do give you explicit permission to go fellate the rotted foreskin off the first syphillis stricken homeless guy you trip over on the sidewalk. That work?

Nogo1: Ok. Tl;dr. But seriously, how about licking your asshole? Screw it, you don't even half to wipe!

Farout: ZOMG lol lol lol I think my lungs are about to spontaneously burst into chipped bone and fairy powder! ROFL X 20!

Good Ol' AT: ....

Good Ol' AT: Okay, anyone else? Anyone besides the gay Toy Story astronaut Nogo1 and his fluff buddy Farout?

Farout: *dies of brain aneurysm, midway through a laughing fit that sounds like a cat getting raped with a chainsaw*

Good Ol' AT: *exasperated* Is this really all thats left here?

Golem: well, theers allways me. i no i type like a retarded speak n spell and all, but im shore you could still splatter my brains on the pavement?


Haha, sure thing, shrimp. I just need one more shrill, ear drum shattering screech as official confirmation that you're ready to get buried alive. Balls in your court, Corky.

he spelt syphilis wrong, otherwise he did ok.


but seriously leave corky out of this, i've met the guy, he's a brave soul with a heart of gold and the best acting skills of any down syndrome individual i've seen, surpassed by none... well maybe keanu reeves

No means no, Hans. Now if you can't get a fucking grip on that concept and stop hitting on me, I'm afraid I'll have to end up jamming my trusty stun gun into your groin area until your pubic region smells like burnt chinese food.

As for the spelling error, if thats the extent of your comeback stock you might as well just pipe the fuck down and shut your trap indefinitely because i'm not trying to hear it. If you pull a Golem and submit something that looks like a word scramble, then fine, but otherwise it just showcases your total inability to do a damn thing about the beatdown you're enduring.

Yet you keep goin there don't ya dumb ass! If ya can't fukin handle the heat then get the fuck out of the kitchen you rotten disemboweled piece of non existent big foot shit! Really, if your gonna whine then just kill your self you shit stained putrid gutter filth! When your balls descend and your able to come back with something an even smells like an attempt at doin doing something right maybe your feces infected mental cavity will come up with something that's good enough to post!!

Remove yourself or kill, yourself either way its good with me you terd brained sorry sack of left over condoms from a porno 300 verse 1 convention!

As for AT you can fuck stick the first Sturdy post that suits your pallot if ya think I give a fuck about whether you think my posts are good enough for your hair brained wanna be a flammer looka like insults! You wanna get the ball a rollin that I stared movin then fine but stand on my cock when you get penis envy you fuckin has been! I set the fire and you wanna act like your the propane on the torch but all you really was is the fumes comin off methane vapors of a back washed porta pot. And by the way check my thread count now you ignorant waist of thread space! I'm past ur fukin reply post close to your fukin myspace who gives a fuck hit count as well, leaving you neither room to bang your knuckles on batheries top bunk bed dent count and no room to continue your weak ass bring up debate of my flaming name! So help your self to nice cup of shut the fuck up and make an attempt to hang some one elses intestines from weak an eerie porch stop!

That much was obvious the second you converted your tye dyed man thong into a makeshift whiteflag and started kissing my ass the minute I first smashed a monkey wrench across your fucking mandible. Still, I can admire your honesty. Not that I do. I just could if I wanted. Instead though, I'm just going to ask a simple question: why the fuck are you here posting if you yourself admit you have not one iota of skill at this? I can understand wanting to hang on every word I post; I am the best read in here, but to be honest you're just getting in my fucking way and I'm starting to get mildly annoyed. And I'm sure a hardcore follower like yourself already knows what happens when I'm mildly annoyed: I kangaroo stomp your Neandrthal melon into an unrecognizable mound of fucking mush.



Oh, I get it.

You're doing that whole "you're not doing it right, you are lazy, I am Teh greatest swivel chair insult critic evah!" spiel.

I guess I can understand that. Because as they say, those who fail to come into their own are destined to sit on the sidelines and scrutinize those who do. Heh, You're like an American Simon Cowell from Idol, except that he's actually interesting to listen to. You, on the other hand, are the miracle fucking cure for those looking to bypass both creativity and entertainment in exchange for the safe and familiar feeling of mind numbing complacency as you sit on your couch and watch the talent on TV, mumbling about how "I could do that in my sleep".

Now bounce like my half pound ballsack off your fivehead and keep it shut, son. I don't like murdering my fans.


As for Golem...




I will now counteract that entire paragraph with a single line:

I'd beat you into special Ed status, but your hereditary genes got to you first.

Game, set, match.

subpar at best.

Ah, yes, our savior returns to teach us how to flame. To bestow his vast knowledge, and lead us back onto the path from which we have strayed.

Thank you my good sir, for you have brought light into our darkness, it has burnt our pale skin, but with your masterful leadership, we shall recover, and redeem ourselves for our short-comings.

Well since you were so concerned about view an post counts, guess ill revive your thread death and give you something to pat your self on the back about.



Well AT, that's brilliant, here I thought you had originality embedded in your skin like a diseased leprosy patient. But much like the rest of your extremities it must have fell off. So all you could muster was a nogo1 one liner.

The only game around here I see is a bunch of out of control emo wanna flame posters who should be gutted with a dull blade.

The only set around here is the mind numbingly compliment flames that make it all side down my gullet like razor blades and a pulverized glass shake.

Yet you wanna roll down on the only match you have. Go chase tires in traffic like the mange covered, trash eating, leg humping, diseased stray dog you are!


Please put a jack hammer in your throat an turn it on befor you speak next time. At least it'll sound harsher than your normal sperm gurgling you fucking reject.

Hey Abstract Thought. Go eat a dick and die. Your unimaginative, repetitive, and all around poor quality flames make me sick. I can literally feel the BILE burning at the back of my throat because you have the GALL to post here. You're. Are. Not. Good. Enough. Complaining about how "It used to be better in the old days" is reserved for 4chan and the US Government. Otherwise it just proves you're a nutless piece of shit. Reading your words makes me want to vomit rage all over my screen, reach through the internet and smash your face through your fucking monitor. I hope your eyes don't glass over and your brain switch off at the sight of imagery and multi-syllabic words. I'd hate to think you're too stupid to appreciate how shit you are. But that's probably not too far from the truth. Kill yourself promptly after reading this.

Iron Fist, I want your babies.

Shut up, bitch.

I think what he is referring to when he said "It used to be better in the old days" was back before he was exposed as the sniveling little emo crybaby that he truly is. He has no where else to go where he could possibly hold any semblance of fear so he comes slinking back around the goth kids to drudge up some unsuspecting newbie. It's pretty pathetic, really, and anyone who knows anything about dear old Brently here can see straight through his coma-inducing nonsense to the bloated little bitch sitting beyond his screen. I'm sure if he's still around to read this that he will desperately flame me, perhaps bring up some shit from the past (as if anything he actually has to say about ME will make a difference in my world) and claim victorious superiority, however I'm betting he's off licking his self-inflicted wounds in some corner.
You know, if he weren't such a hypocritical jackass he might actually get along with some of our more immature clientele. They have a lot in common.