World of Monsters

The Gift Of Cowbell Disclaimer: The following is a fictional story about how my character turned into a Walken, it is for the most part fictional which means it is not true.   Please do not copypaste this or screencap it for the sake of mocking it,   if you think it is real please seek professional help immediately. Warning: Looking at the picture associated with this story will cause you to slowly become like Christopher Walken.  You may feel the urge to break out into a dance,   attempt to do the 1812 overture with your armpit,  perch like an archangel,  chase Johnny Depp through the town of Sleepy Hollow and roar like a Hessian warrior,  get a job at Bed,  Bath and Beyond,   dance around in a hotel room, tell stories about mice and buckets of cream, listen to the sound of the cowbell,   read the Three Little Pigs, become a soldier in Vietnam,  take up ping pong and dress in Asian garb,  yo...

Dear Barrabus/Iloveguysinbands: Kiss my flank!

- "I read all about you from that article so that's why i'm trolling you by repeating every little word of it you to your big, fat, greasy hairy face."  (That's the reason you have for trolling me? What, are you a troll or a parrot?) - "I have nothing left to say..so fuck you,  Nathan..no one gives a shit." (Because originality is for pussies!) - "I am clearly winning this argument because at least i'm better than you at everything and you are nothing but a sad pathetic loser." (THIS? Coming from a teenager who hasn't even gotten laid yet?) - "Why don't you have a life outside the internet?" (Idiotic comment is obvious, and yes..idiotic.) - "Your photos are nasty as all hell." (Hey..I was coaxed into posting those okay? Can we move on, please?) - "I have trouble separating fantasy from relatity? You're the one to talk." (Nathan/Monstermaster13 is a FICTIONAL character, he's ALLOWED to make jokes...

How To Be An Unfunny Failtroll: ------------------------------------- This is mainly a satirical list of how to be an unfunny failtroll wannabe, using examples from personal experiences.  This is mostly satirical and a bit of anti-troll humour. Do not read if you are easily offended or 'butthurt' as you modern OL users call it. Step 1:  Register on a troll based forum. Step 2:  Post thread about lulcow nobody cares about anymore. Step 3:  Rehash shit everyone already knows about them. Step 4: Use poor grammar and spelling. Step 5:  Claim that you used to tag-along with the trolls of said lulcow as a means of sucking up. Step 6:  Make constant claims about how you think they’re unattractive or that they’re stupid. Step 7:  Invite others on forum to do that. Step 8:  Make endless unfunny Chris-Chan references/comparisons. Step 9:  Make up all sorts of shit about said lulcow that likely isn’t true. Step 10: Repeat the process over and over until...

Well the Furjusticeblog is now private.   I guess I know who to blame for that.   But i'm not going to say who they are because I do not want to attract unwanted attention.    For the record I do NOT always go where lulz  are,  it's just that trolls have a habit of stalking me no matter site i'm on.    Mainly because of a certain article and certain users who compare me to Chris-Chan.   BTW Chris Chan comparisons?  Really?  Don't they know those died out years ago?   I mean even the CWCKI forums should know that and they're the fricking Chris-Chan forums for pete's sake.

- "Drmusic2? That's the most uncreative username ever." (That's what you think. I'm not changing anything about me even if you force me to?) - "Are your nipples non-existent or something?" (Dude, i'm a Mammal. And anything that is MAMMALIAN has NIPPLES! What? Did you fail biology class?) - "You like ThatGuyWithTheGlasses? Man. You really one sad pathetic excuse for an aspie." (And just what is wrong with being a TGWTG supporter?) - "You know, if you were any hairier there would be no need to pretend to be a werecreature, because you already look like one." (Hey! Just be glad i'm not Russell Brand, because Brand looks more like a werecreature than I possibly could.) - "What a disgusting obese pig! I would not want to tap that!" (What's wrong with being overweight?  True, there are health problems.  But in my opinion, there's nothing wrong with it at all.) - "Doesn't he know what a shower is?" (I ...

-  “If you want to make a movie,  with actual actors in it -  it should use REAL people and not your crappy made-up OCs!” (Ummm….those ALREADY exist,  they’re called biopics!) -   “If you like cartoons and you’re an adult,  you’re a pathetic man-child and you need professional help.” (I’m NOT an insane manchild, you moron!) - “My whatever-the-hell-I-Want-Monster is actually much better than your crappy werecreatures, so there.”  (Oh so you think your sex-crazed mismatch of different monsters is a match for my werecreatures,  huh?  Bring it on.) - “The only reason you keep still bringing those files up is because you’re stuck in the past.”  (Hey! Deleted means deleted NOT still there after the user is gone.) -   “You furfag, you like fapping to pictures of animal girls and most likely look like you don’t bathe.”   (Stereotypes again?) - “I got your pictures,  man you are a nasty piece of ass.”  (Thank you...but those p...

A Replacement For Mr Bunny Easter Bunny/Mega Big TF ------------------------------------ The Bureau of Holiday Icons is a very well known group of mythical but famous characters and figures representing the holidays.  Much like the guardians from Rise Of The Guardians,  their job is to keep the holiday spirit throughout the world strong. They are lead by Mr and Mrs Claus along with their friends Patch the Halloween Spirit,  Holly Chanukah, Frosty, Cupid the archer,  the elemental siblings Heather and Isis who were like female versions of the Miser Bros, Mr Sandman, Darkness, Sunshine and of course their resident big guy with a heart of a good  -   Eddie the Easter Bunny.   He was the strongest of the group and also the kindest,   his job was to deliver Easter eggs every easter to children around the world and he did it without fail. But this was different,  one particular evening just as he was about to be assigned his usually list of childre...