|A bit of revelation
||[Aug. 19th, 2010|09:44 pm]
I have been constantly hounded by shallow fantwits for disliking heroic characters. No one will leave me alone! Every time I make an innocuous comment about how Eliwood is spoiled and naive, Miaka doesn't deserve her good luck and Usagi is a sadist in disguise, people claim I'm being ridiculous!
So now, after I've been assaulted one too many times for my preferences, I am forced to divulge to these communities just why I detest bright-eyed and innocent characters.
In high school, I was an outcast. I wore black, I preferred to write gothic poetry and sit indoors rather than play sports or listen to cookie-cutter pop stars. The cheerleaders, a coven of blonde, blue-eyed, perky little monsters would never give me a moment's peace! ::shudders at the raw, painful memories:: They would call me names, take away my books and play keep-away with them, push me down in the hallways, make tasteless vampire jokes, spread rumors that I was some sort of foul demon set on destroying all life... ::squeezes her eyes shut as several crystalline tears squeeze through her inky lashes and down her pale cheeks::
These so-called "sweethearts", these bright-eyed and peppy girls...they were the true monsters, the ones who made my life a wretched abyss of pain and suffering. And when I see Sailor Moon and her Senshi tormenting the Dark Kingdom and the Black Moon family, Miaka winning everything at the expense of her poor best friend's mental health, Eliwood senselessly murdering Black Fang soldiers who are just trying to do their jobs!
::sobs:: Are you quite satisfied, now that you've forcibly carved into my soul to dig up these painful memories?!