some of you might have noticed I haven’t updated this blog in a long time. i didn’t want to just leave it hanging in the ether forever with folks wondering where it’s gone or what it’s been up to, though. this is sort of an epilogue/wrap-up post for the blog, saying why it’s been quiet. basically the formula wore thin for me after awhile, and i ended up not having the same motivation/inspiration for it. rather than force a joke i wasn’t feeling, i wanted to leave y’all with something good.
so the blog’s more or less being archived today, standing as a monument to just some of the many things in the neath you can’t fuck. i have… strangely enough enjoyed it, with asks ranging from funny to horrifying, and it’s been an experience. i got noticed by alexis kennedy, i got caught up in blog drama, and as far as i’m concerned, that’s as successful a life cycle as any ask blog can ask for. pun only intended if you wanted it to be <3
chastely yours,
the great fucking chain
Real Talk author voice: Get out of here with that callout culture/whisper campaign shit. I am not having any of it, a’ight? None of it.
Anonymous asked:
buddy you can fuck off. @roachpatrol is a funny person, i enjoy their content, and have no desire to be part of this children’s crusade purity culture bullshit. i talk about fictional characters you can’t fuck. unless you’re asking me if you can fuck them, and you can’t, get out of here with that.
Anonymous asked:
this is the most horrible ask I’ve ever received from a human. i honestly don’t have the will to make this funny. shame on you for sending this, and shame on me for dignifying it with a response.
Anonymous asked:
listen, buddy. beyond the horrible logistical issues involved in that kind of a twisted fantasy in your head, that is a grievous violation of employee-employer fraternization, and the scuttering squad has professional standards it abides by. you leave your unprofessional creepiness out of their contract, jack, they do hard enough work as it is.
Anonymous asked:
listen, buddy. the great white is a star, and it’s got no time for anything but devouring your soul to sustain its existence when you kick the bucket. it’s going to impassively sustain a hydrogen-helium fusion reaction while you make whatever passes for a romantic advance in your degenerate mind, and you’ll die horribly in space, barely a blip on its inscrutable radar. you can’t fuck the star deity entity thing, pal. give it up, buddy.
hey Sunless Sea is half off on steam right now for the summer sale, only 9.50$. i definitely recommend it if you like slow, spooky adventures.
I am sort of curious. Of course, the last game I remember you recommending was Corruption of Champions, so now I’m sort of afraid.
it is significantly more difficult to fuck the tentacle monsters in sunless sea, i assure you.
buddy, let me tell you a thing
Anonymous asked:
it’s desperation at best.
Anonymous asked:
[a symbol that scorches your eyes and curls the hair on your arms. through a haze of blood and blistered eyelids you gather its meaning: “buddy, you can’t fuck the correspondence.”]
