000 - The Internet Is For... What?
And lo, so begins a journey. 'tis nothing but an experiment, so far, but it's a start. The real fun begins soon. Tomorrow, maybe? Or is it the day after that? Is there a schedule of sorts?
Questions, questions, questions. Their answers are irrelevant. Let's just sit back and enjoy the life.
You may be wondering, though, what has prompted me to display such an outrage towards a little-known subculture of the Harry Potter internet fandom, with such a blatant display of pure, unabased anger towards their expressions of love towards the characters they've grown so fond of? This does have an immediate answer, and it goes something like this:
People have the right to have fantasies. But that doesn't mean they have to shove it in our faces in crudely drawn manners that portray a rather "dettached-from-reality" view of events. While I am in no position to judge what could be counted as sexual perversion (Me, being a bit of a pervert as well, though not as bizarre), I can honestly say that there's a limit to good taste. And it seems our little character up there watched how that treshold was met, jumped over, and shat on. Disgraceful! Her warcry will go unheard, but what is important is the panacean effect this can have on any character, not just our dear Elle.
Her cure is mine as well. This space is a consequence of a bizarre turn of events, which will be told in a graphic fashion just soon enough. Meanwhile, here are some buttons for your troubles: