pissed for fun.

seeing those weird nicknames which were utter failures, nicknames which could not speak for themselves nor habour any precious meaning.
screw them, screw them...
what does swearing to your girl about your superficial love for her on the worst night ever (topping up with the date, wth) has any sense in impressing others or whatsoever?
i dont give shit, sissy man, you take that nick off.

Riding on the new flux of rage, his hands settled onto the keyboard, a maniacal fury.
the letters, f, followed by u, c and others spilled uncontrollably over the screen.
the worst and most cold hearted words shot off like a flurry of blood thirsting blades.
The one who opposed our dear madman must have been overkilled.
However, though somewhat expected, the madman's flurry was directed back onto him.
though he could not see his adversary through the warm hard LCD screen, he knew
all his deadly knives hit and dealt certain, fatal damage.
The man himself was now hurt, unable to dodge the counter attack from his opponent.
or rather, just unable to do anything about it, as a series of vile unspoken lingual toxins flew out of the screen, flying straight down his throat and searing his insides.
However, being the sadistic man he was and still is, he enjoyed the fact that more blood spilled as his cyber opponent unleashed his arsenal. The wounds from the first blood drawn must have throbbed alot more when his rival accelerated in motion.

but even he could not control the blood which flowed like rivers, transparent, pure blood streaking down his face.
after all, even a cold heart is a heart.