QUIBBLO REPOST
First off, let me say, you need to lay off.
I don't know what's worth fighting for.
I have only 25,000 characters to make a point. So here it goes.
Quibblo. The place where I finally felt like I fit.--or should I say, used to fit.
I loved doing things on here. Honestly. Were there...difficulties, so to speak. Yeah. But users were left alone, and what a friend of mine discribed it as...a wasteland.
Here we could do as we pleased. We could state our opinions, talk to others freely say things we thought were nessicary. Now...just take a simple walk with me. Lend an ear for the time it took me to type this letter for you.
I remember, back when I started typing up my first permenet story--Those With Wings. Where is my co-author now? Hates my guts, don't mind that, and one of your 'possy'. Let me define that for you in the 'Heather Mellissa' or 'Halfmetal' dictionary.
Possy (Poss-see) noun.
1. A group of people who follow a person like god. Example: Julie's Possy always stayed nearby.
2. An elite group of people who thinks they are better than everyone else.
3. Someone who flocks someone who is popular.
In this case, I started realizing something: Quibblo is no longer the ...humble... Wasteland it used to be. Quibblo is now like my school, which I refer to as, and so do many others here, as the quote on quote "Hellhouse".
Quibblo in this case, is the teacher. Congrats. You're the one that's hated--and decived the most. For example, you have a possy. One of them confessed to hating me. Like my school, the 'Possy' hates me. Why? Because. I am a low-life who can't stand to watch someone get hurt by words. I step in, and deal with it. I am an advid ranter (meaning I rant alot) which may seem harmless, but people tend to... How do I put this in a nice way... Get very upset at you, and end up screaming back. Then it turns out into a fight. And, just for the fact, I'm not normal. I am a he/she. Gender confused palm tree. Tomboy. Call it what you wish. I'm just different from everyone.
Now, when someone in a possy does this, this is what I'm talking about.
You know those girls...let's call them cats, since it'll help you visulize the situation better. When a teacher (in this case you, quibblo) are looking, they act all sweet, so they get attention, and are loved. So they get Power. Well, when you're gone, they act like wild cougars. They are mean, rude. Cruel. They say things to us--people like me and my friends, the low-lifes who are trying to make something out of nothing.--that if you knew what they were saying, you'd have them expelled, or banned from the website.
But you don't know what they're doing. You don't know because you're adverting your eyes from such bitter truth. Living in bliss ignorance. Well, open your eyes. Take a look around. I think you'll be surprised who the good guys are. The people who swear, cut, have low self-esteem. We are the ones being affected by you. My threats I'm posting are only hurting me. The typical.
In fact, sometimes what they say is worse--okay, most of the times, is worse than what our counters are. But you don't see the attacks. You only see the counters. What comes from us. Then we get in trouble. And it gives the cats satisfaction.
They laugh.
I ruled out a perfect example. They wouldn't tell me the counter. They admitted to hating me. I know who made the counter. It was back before March. And that's saying something. You have power. The cats are using it--using you. They wanna be quibblo's queen. And you're letting them. You must be blind.
Something else you have done, is let them destroy fakers. Let me tell you something.
I am a faker. My real name shall not be reviled due to I dislike it, and for my protection on the internet. I read a story. It made me so mad.
Fakers don't just one day, get up, and say 'oh, i'm gonna create a 'fake' me. No no no. It doesn't work like that. If someone's gonna fake, they must have a reason. And it must be very good. Otherwise, being teens as most of us are; we are lazy, and would not take the extra time to set up and do all of this.
Because like me, and the rest of the lie-low low-lifes, we don't wanna feel distressed.
When people--mainly your possy for that matter-- rules someone out. It hurts.
When someone created an account that told me to die, I freaked. It was not me on the other side. If it was, I would've kept calmer. But my distress made me wanna delete. Who was that hater--up to this day, I don't know. But there was a user who also helped me through. I do not know if they are here--because your possy hated them even more than me--but they were smart. They knew about all of this.
Now to see they are gone...what a shame.
Do you believe me yet...? Here, let me dig in my mind--the mind of my 14-year old self once more.
And am I next on your list to go? Your list of 'people who know too much'? How about 'People who are going to get in your way'? I don't even think I can call you 'teacher'. How about a Death Note pun. You're kira, and they're a bunch of Misa's? No...You're the shinigami. You gave the death note (or in this case the power) to them. They are the Kira's and Misa's. They're abusing it, scaring everyone. Are you getting a good laugh out of this yet? Have they been feeding you enough apples? How can you be happy?
Let me take you back to Quibblo before you came.
I now refer to it as, the wasteland.
Quibblo-- best. Place. Eva!
I told that to my friends. Now, I won't. I'd tell them differently. Way differently.
Quibblo-- How to experience North Korea and Mentally murder yourself.
And your question--If I hate this so much why don't I delete? Well no. Just no. Why? Because. I have friends here. Friends that have supported me through the worst school year of my life. I have wrote stories with some, and others I've had alot of fun with. We may not personally know each other, but we all are like a family.
This is what a low-life is. Only here, I have a voice. And I choose to use it. I may not be able to say anything in person about this, but I can here. I want this to end. If I end up being hated for it, I don't care. I just get a new penname and move on. If I'm loved. Again, I get a new penname and lie low. Because, the possy would still be out to get me. This is what you want to get rid of. Is that what you want? Because if it is, then you've just lost half your members.
I have a little more than 18500 characters remaining to convince you of this. And I plan to. I won't lose!
Let me explain something to you. Maybe open your eyes.
Someone in your possy said some very disturbing things to me. I can go back to the story and show you. It’s still here. But because they’re one of your people, they never got flagged, and never got a warning, like my friend did. You sure scared them. They never come on hardly ever anymore, because they are afraid of your people, your cats. And you let them get away with it. This is what makes me mad.
Open your eyes, and look at the things people on your ‘top friends’ list have written, or sent in messages to me. Look, there’s one that says ‘so apparently Bellweather deleted and it’s my fault. Look at their profile ‘about me’. They wrote that specifically TO me. AT me. Apparently, I’m a liar. Here’s exactly what it says “I keep a big book of liars on my head. One by one, those people will get crushed, I swear. And the worst liars? Those are the ones who make use of my absolutely brilliant and quotable words and suddenly forget another sentence that I used to follow it up and then brand me as a biitch. I'm getting sick of that word. I'm not a rock. I'm not Peter. I have emotions too, you daftass' idiot. I can never stand people like that, and with that, I definitely am going.” It’s still there. Trust me. I quoted that today, 7/11/12.
First off, I don’t use that language, unless I am writing it in a story, because I have manors. I don’t wanna offend people. It’s bad enough that I have to deal with this at school.
Second, swearing isn’t polite. Now they are saying they are just as bad as me, arigatou.
And third, boasting. Gomenasai, but look, they have just said they are better than I am. Your possy thinks they are better than I am, and most others. It exactly says that. “My absolutely brilliant and quotable words” They are quotable, totally, to be used against one. One must remember, this is the internet, I am probably going to end up going to law school, and whatever is written on the internet can be used against you. I know the sentence that follows this. It’s right behind it. It says “I’m getting sick of that word” And to be honest, I’m getting sick of a lot of words. And a lot of things.
Also, see here, that you tell people to flag stuff.
The only people who flag are you possy.
Everyone else is afraid, or does it by accident, that they’d feel too bad to do it. I flag people by accident. It usually follows with a reply comment of “I just flagged your comment T_T” or something in similar terms. We don’t wanna be flagged, and we don’t stay things to be flagged. But when we do say things that mean no harm, we get flagged. Now, if I get flagged for this, because this IS offensive, and geared right towards a group of people, so be it. At least I know I am myself in the end. And I did everything I could with my voice.
Me wo Samase!
And your thumbing up/down, like I said, only your possy does that. THIS ISN’T YOUTUBE OR FACEBOOK. This is quibblo. We don’t rate other people’s comments—heck, we don’t even read them, unless we’re a troll. Now You are driving people to—and no one wants that. Look what you have done. You’ve made your users self-conscious, scared of other users, and hating other users.
And by hate, I mean to hate even more.
It’s to the point where it’s not standable.
People are now trolling, and hating more, because they know you’ll spook them if they flag their comments. Now that people are watching everything, they purpously do things so people don’t know who did what. It’s insane.
I’m crying when I say this. But I’m ready to breakaway. I’ve seen it all—in less than a year. I haven’t been here a year yet…not yet…it’s not August yet.
And now to prove to you even more, here was a rant I wrote back in May, I believe, about Haters. These Haters are even more common now that you have put rules. Yes, I rant, Yes I used 'bad' language, but there's no nicer way to put my point across. But now, since you came along, haters aren't doing what I had asked about anyone. Everyone's fighting back. Look at the 'Rio' problem, which I still am not to entierly sure on what it was.
I don't know what's worth fighting for.
I have only 25,000 characters to make a point. So here it goes.
Quibblo. The place where I finally felt like I fit.--or should I say, used to fit.
I loved doing things on here. Honestly. Were there...difficulties, so to speak. Yeah. But users were left alone, and what a friend of mine discribed it as...a wasteland.
Here we could do as we pleased. We could state our opinions, talk to others freely say things we thought were nessicary. Now...just take a simple walk with me. Lend an ear for the time it took me to type this letter for you.
I remember, back when I started typing up my first permenet story--Those With Wings. Where is my co-author now? Hates my guts, don't mind that, and one of your 'possy'. Let me define that for you in the 'Heather Mellissa' or 'Halfmetal' dictionary.
Possy (Poss-see) noun.
1. A group of people who follow a person like god. Example: Julie's Possy always stayed nearby.
2. An elite group of people who thinks they are better than everyone else.
3. Someone who flocks someone who is popular.
In this case, I started realizing something: Quibblo is no longer the ...humble... Wasteland it used to be. Quibblo is now like my school, which I refer to as, and so do many others here, as the quote on quote "Hellhouse".
Quibblo in this case, is the teacher. Congrats. You're the one that's hated--and decived the most. For example, you have a possy. One of them confessed to hating me. Like my school, the 'Possy' hates me. Why? Because. I am a low-life who can't stand to watch someone get hurt by words. I step in, and deal with it. I am an advid ranter (meaning I rant alot) which may seem harmless, but people tend to... How do I put this in a nice way... Get very upset at you, and end up screaming back. Then it turns out into a fight. And, just for the fact, I'm not normal. I am a he/she. Gender confused palm tree. Tomboy. Call it what you wish. I'm just different from everyone.
Now, when someone in a possy does this, this is what I'm talking about.
You know those girls...let's call them cats, since it'll help you visulize the situation better. When a teacher (in this case you, quibblo) are looking, they act all sweet, so they get attention, and are loved. So they get Power. Well, when you're gone, they act like wild cougars. They are mean, rude. Cruel. They say things to us--people like me and my friends, the low-lifes who are trying to make something out of nothing.--that if you knew what they were saying, you'd have them expelled, or banned from the website.
But you don't know what they're doing. You don't know because you're adverting your eyes from such bitter truth. Living in bliss ignorance. Well, open your eyes. Take a look around. I think you'll be surprised who the good guys are. The people who swear, cut, have low self-esteem. We are the ones being affected by you. My threats I'm posting are only hurting me. The typical.
In fact, sometimes what they say is worse--okay, most of the times, is worse than what our counters are. But you don't see the attacks. You only see the counters. What comes from us. Then we get in trouble. And it gives the cats satisfaction.
They laugh.
I ruled out a perfect example. They wouldn't tell me the counter. They admitted to hating me. I know who made the counter. It was back before March. And that's saying something. You have power. The cats are using it--using you. They wanna be quibblo's queen. And you're letting them. You must be blind.
Something else you have done, is let them destroy fakers. Let me tell you something.
I am a faker. My real name shall not be reviled due to I dislike it, and for my protection on the internet. I read a story. It made me so mad.
Fakers don't just one day, get up, and say 'oh, i'm gonna create a 'fake' me. No no no. It doesn't work like that. If someone's gonna fake, they must have a reason. And it must be very good. Otherwise, being teens as most of us are; we are lazy, and would not take the extra time to set up and do all of this.
Because like me, and the rest of the lie-low low-lifes, we don't wanna feel distressed.
When people--mainly your possy for that matter-- rules someone out. It hurts.
When someone created an account that told me to die, I freaked. It was not me on the other side. If it was, I would've kept calmer. But my distress made me wanna delete. Who was that hater--up to this day, I don't know. But there was a user who also helped me through. I do not know if they are here--because your possy hated them even more than me--but they were smart. They knew about all of this.
Now to see they are gone...what a shame.
Do you believe me yet...? Here, let me dig in my mind--the mind of my 14-year old self once more.
And am I next on your list to go? Your list of 'people who know too much'? How about 'People who are going to get in your way'? I don't even think I can call you 'teacher'. How about a Death Note pun. You're kira, and they're a bunch of Misa's? No...You're the shinigami. You gave the death note (or in this case the power) to them. They are the Kira's and Misa's. They're abusing it, scaring everyone. Are you getting a good laugh out of this yet? Have they been feeding you enough apples? How can you be happy?
Let me take you back to Quibblo before you came.
I now refer to it as, the wasteland.
Quibblo-- best. Place. Eva!
I told that to my friends. Now, I won't. I'd tell them differently. Way differently.
Quibblo-- How to experience North Korea and Mentally murder yourself.
And your question--If I hate this so much why don't I delete? Well no. Just no. Why? Because. I have friends here. Friends that have supported me through the worst school year of my life. I have wrote stories with some, and others I've had alot of fun with. We may not personally know each other, but we all are like a family.
This is what a low-life is. Only here, I have a voice. And I choose to use it. I may not be able to say anything in person about this, but I can here. I want this to end. If I end up being hated for it, I don't care. I just get a new penname and move on. If I'm loved. Again, I get a new penname and lie low. Because, the possy would still be out to get me. This is what you want to get rid of. Is that what you want? Because if it is, then you've just lost half your members.
I have a little more than 18500 characters remaining to convince you of this. And I plan to. I won't lose!
Let me explain something to you. Maybe open your eyes.
Someone in your possy said some very disturbing things to me. I can go back to the story and show you. It’s still here. But because they’re one of your people, they never got flagged, and never got a warning, like my friend did. You sure scared them. They never come on hardly ever anymore, because they are afraid of your people, your cats. And you let them get away with it. This is what makes me mad.
Open your eyes, and look at the things people on your ‘top friends’ list have written, or sent in messages to me. Look, there’s one that says ‘so apparently Bellweather deleted and it’s my fault. Look at their profile ‘about me’. They wrote that specifically TO me. AT me. Apparently, I’m a liar. Here’s exactly what it says “I keep a big book of liars on my head. One by one, those people will get crushed, I swear. And the worst liars? Those are the ones who make use of my absolutely brilliant and quotable words and suddenly forget another sentence that I used to follow it up and then brand me as a biitch. I'm getting sick of that word. I'm not a rock. I'm not Peter. I have emotions too, you daftass' idiot. I can never stand people like that, and with that, I definitely am going.” It’s still there. Trust me. I quoted that today, 7/11/12.
First off, I don’t use that language, unless I am writing it in a story, because I have manors. I don’t wanna offend people. It’s bad enough that I have to deal with this at school.
Second, swearing isn’t polite. Now they are saying they are just as bad as me, arigatou.
And third, boasting. Gomenasai, but look, they have just said they are better than I am. Your possy thinks they are better than I am, and most others. It exactly says that. “My absolutely brilliant and quotable words” They are quotable, totally, to be used against one. One must remember, this is the internet, I am probably going to end up going to law school, and whatever is written on the internet can be used against you. I know the sentence that follows this. It’s right behind it. It says “I’m getting sick of that word” And to be honest, I’m getting sick of a lot of words. And a lot of things.
Also, see here, that you tell people to flag stuff.
The only people who flag are you possy.
Everyone else is afraid, or does it by accident, that they’d feel too bad to do it. I flag people by accident. It usually follows with a reply comment of “I just flagged your comment T_T” or something in similar terms. We don’t wanna be flagged, and we don’t stay things to be flagged. But when we do say things that mean no harm, we get flagged. Now, if I get flagged for this, because this IS offensive, and geared right towards a group of people, so be it. At least I know I am myself in the end. And I did everything I could with my voice.
Me wo Samase!
And your thumbing up/down, like I said, only your possy does that. THIS ISN’T YOUTUBE OR FACEBOOK. This is quibblo. We don’t rate other people’s comments—heck, we don’t even read them, unless we’re a troll. Now You are driving people to—and no one wants that. Look what you have done. You’ve made your users self-conscious, scared of other users, and hating other users.
And by hate, I mean to hate even more.
It’s to the point where it’s not standable.
People are now trolling, and hating more, because they know you’ll spook them if they flag their comments. Now that people are watching everything, they purpously do things so people don’t know who did what. It’s insane.
I’m crying when I say this. But I’m ready to breakaway. I’ve seen it all—in less than a year. I haven’t been here a year yet…not yet…it’s not August yet.
And now to prove to you even more, here was a rant I wrote back in May, I believe, about Haters. These Haters are even more common now that you have put rules. Yes, I rant, Yes I used 'bad' language, but there's no nicer way to put my point across. But now, since you came along, haters aren't doing what I had asked about anyone. Everyone's fighting back. Look at the 'Rio' problem, which I still am not to entierly sure on what it was.
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