Ahh ... the emo ...
You know a magnitude of socially inept minors will endevour to follow that diagram completely in a vain attempt to gain acceptance. Utterly oblivious to the fact they are slaves to yet another fashion that they believe is different, failing to grasp that the fact that they are adhering to the guidelines of said fashion makes them sheep. And in their deepest throws of self dellusion believing they are rebelling and being expressive, they are simply mimicking yet another pointless sham of a sub-culture in an attempt to gain acceptance from a smaller group of peers - one that they have a high probabilty of winning over, due to their own lack of social standing. Ultimately, they will grow out of it, or, like so many before them, take a lonely and thoroughly demoralised trip to Beachy Head where the cries of the long lost lemmings eriely echo atop the cliff breeze. "Jump ... jump little emo". And believing that this, their one true choice and one true voice of self expression, they will throw themselves to their deaths, screaming as they fall "Emo! Emo!", before hitting the ground like an ugly vase slurping into a giant vatt of farm slurry. And at their funeral, people will shed tears and talk about what a lovely young person they were, and how much they had to live for, while secretly hiding the fact they knew they were worthless scum and had personalities as tasteful as soiled underwear and as diverse as a turnip. And once lowered into the ground, the maggots and worms will turn their noses up at them, for fear of getting scabies of the mouth. Wrigglings to escape as the juices leak into the soil, festing all living creature and mineral it comes in contact with until the whole world then universe is infected. Eventually triggering the appocolypse, destroying everything the mind can and cannot fathom leaving nothing but a tiny imp called Derik, wondering where everyone has gone. "Heelllo!!! Helloooo! Is anyone out there?!?!?"
No, Derik. The universe is gone.
... just felt like a bit of creative writing. That's all.
Who wants to make the game? My crazy msg is not directed at your kids Pincho!
