CryingI looked at that red mark, wondering why I didn't get that little bongo noise. It could of only been one person. Qfeast.
I clicked on my notifications, wondering what Qfeast could be up my butt about. I was a nice person and I surely didn't deserve to be blocked by anyone or have some of my content deleted.
"The visibility settings of your page, "My Fan Art", has been changed to profile.
I stared in pure hate. Why didn't Qfeast want me to show off my fan's art? They deserved to be recognized by the public audience, not just my followers.
Taking a sip of my water, I shouted "AZELFAZZELQUICKENDOX!" Tiny droplets of water were on my monitor. Why did Qfeast think my page was too personal? I had never understood it's ways of life.
"Well, at least it didn't want me to post something," I said in relief, remembering back to that poor Qfeaster that had to write those boring stories. He had insulted be by calling me, one of his 6 followers, a weirdo.
I cried in distress. "Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis..." Qfeast had wanted me to put a question mark next to my question, fix my capitalization, and choose a topic. But none of those compared to this. And then I realized something. To publish a story in public, you had to have 2000 plus characters.
"I shall not let Qfeast win!" I declared, hold my pencil up in the air like a mighty sword, or as some would call it, a one pronged long spiky fork.
My fingers typed almost as fast as Yamilette the Pink Blur. I needed to win this fight against Qfeast. They had seemed to like bleshou's story, so if this was set to profile, I would kill them.
One thousand six hundred eighty one characters...
My fingers hurt, but I could not give up! I only had about 300 left to go, maybe less. Sweat dripped down my pale face, seeming to encourage me more! I could not let Qfeast make me release liquid like this!
And then I realized, "Maybe I'm being manipulated." "Nah," I said before typing again. When I'm done, I wil