shenlong234

Hello. I'm Bluedragongod and I like to write stories. I like to READ stories. At least I can read, right? That counts for something. Then I like to take the ideas other authors had and I like to put them in stories I posted across 10 sub-domains on the site. After all, it's easier to get away with it if I disseminate the stories. (I used a big word, see? I do love to read!) I said I liked to write, not that I could write. That's why I'm posting someone else's stuff. I started getting those good reviews - the ones that make you feel like you're actually worthwhile...I couldn't stop myself... those original fics? They were original, they just weren't MY original writing. Everything I posted was hot, no, no, no, not sexy-hot, stolen hot as in I stole every last one of them from someone else who obviously really does like to write. I'm a plague to humanity and deserve to be punished. The moderators here caught me. Can you believe it? Someone actually noticed that I am a thief. I'm not even sophisticated enough to be a plagiarphraser. [http://www.urbandict...m=plagiarphrase The act of copying and pasting material into reports, essays, (assignments, fanfiction, stories I claim are mine) and modifying sentence structure, punctuation and synonyms usage to prevent it from showing up in a search engine if a teacher checks the work.] You know, though, I really should have credited everyone whose ideas I used. But that sounded like work, and that's too hard. I thought, as I most always do, that I could do as I please, that I could evade the Slime Patrol by hiding in the recesses of the not-so-visited sites, by looking in here every once in a while and having a good laugh about it too. To be found out, that was something I wasn't prepared for. You see, I thought I could hide with all the other bottom-feeding paramecium-brained fools out there and mask my distinguished odor and my foul appearance but I couldn't. As I fed on the molding stories of old, I started emitting a toxic fume that brought the Slime Patrol to my profile, brought them to me to see what I was doing. But it wasn't a Mod or Admin who caught me, oh no, it was a fan of the person who I had leeched from. This slimy and viscous sham I have made didn't serve to cover my true nature, didn't hide my acid slime trail or my life-sucking flagellum. I am, without a doubt, the most foul and hideous thing you will ever come across, I am disgusting, vile, horrid and putrid. Yet I evaded them by masquerading, I hid away and felt certain I would not be found and for this I have been reduced from being the lowest of the low. That level, that disgusting level beneath being a paramecium-brain is so hard to get into that one day, I hope to slowly make my way up the scorching walls and the freezing cliffs to become, once again, a paramecium-brain. I am less than the residue that collects at the bottom of a sludge-filled swamp. I am what the vermin refuse to eat. I am the lowest of the low, the most wretched, disgusting abomination to have ever set foot on this world. I corrupt the earth by walking on it. I befoul water by drinking it. I putrefy air by breathing it. I scorch the lands in my wake. Disease is my mantle, evil is my visage. Wherever I go, the world revolts from my presence. I am the worst type of scum, the worst kind of abominable refuse. I am a plague. I am a plagiarist. So like any good doctors would do, the Admin and Moderators have developed the perfect anti-virus for plagues such as myself. They call it the Hall of Shame. I am now quarantined for the rest of my life there, never to bother these authors I stole from again.