I've had enough of the modern-world celebrating all that is base and vile. Beauty and aesthetic idealism are aspirational, and thus serve to inspire us to elevate ourselves beyond our lowest form. Fuck off western devs with your destruction of female beauty. Go suck a rancid, aids-filled condom.

Hooroo, bread's in the oven, lads.

The Man-bitch reviewers are especially pathetic. They play and assess games for a fucking living, and yet have the gall to complain as if it is difficult; as if fan backlash, or critical comments are a heavy burden to bear. Lmao. Fuck right off.

The Man-bitch is repulsive. Don't be one.

Bread for those with the strength to take it...

Booktube is not as odious as a tumorous lump on the brain; more like they are family to a pollup on the anus.

Bread for all, baby!

Once a jolly swagman, campin' at his keyboard's edge,
slung a string of shit at ol' China-man's way.

He laughed as he clacked, the swagman tapping on his crusty keys,
China-man roaring with his apoplectic rage.

And swagman would grin, teeth a-flash and gnashing wildly,
watching China-man cringe in his state-funded cage.

Ain't it grand, tumblin' skins so thin,
says swagman typing "CHI-COM REEEE"
Come post some shit with the swagman and me.

Shitposting swagman, turd-slinging swagman,
watch as he laughs at China-man with glee,
and he'd post all the shit 'til his paycheck's pack of beers was drunk,
come post some shit with the swagman and me.

Yeah, it is yet another old YTP.

Melon rots the brain.
Fried Chicken corrodes the soul.

Turn away, dear brother, and embrace BREAD.

Win.

Another fucking old YTP. You know, Jim Sterling has got to be one of the most overrated vidya lumps out there. The man will die, one day soon, as his visceral-fat wraps its enlardened hands 'round his arteries and squeezes. Maybe then I will actually laugh at him. Unfunny cuckle-nut.

We of The Great Prison Colony have a proud history. Men that wrought prosperity from an inhospitable land with their bare hands. Men that possessed an unrivalled tenacity and care-free calm in the face of brutal hardships. Larrikin antics that drove men like Ned Kelly into the bush to die on their feet, rather than live on their knees.

And then...there's this absolute fat, pathetic faggot.

Made this for the cause.

Get Logged.

Another of my old YTPs. Fuck, she's such a brainlet. Haha.

Enjoy the bread.

Absolute little cunts read scripts written by disgusting, fat, pathetic women. Hahaha. Fucking morons.

Another old YTP.

Toasted.

One of my older YTPs. I did a fair few on MrMattyPlays. Faggot.

This is one of many.

One of my old YTPs. Re-uploading due to shithole youtube.

One of my old YTPs from youtube. Uploading here now, because youtube truly is an abysmal shithole.

Chubbed.

One of my old shitposts from youtube. Going to reupload all my old shit on here, now that youtube has shat the bed. Hooroo.

Got bored. Very, very bored. What's your excuse?

Your favourite game is shit.

It is tiring. Why? Why must we give sped-tier creators a chance? We are not all born competent and equal. Some are just shit. Who fucking cares? Me. I'm sick of shit games being made because dumb-cunt studios let brainlets develop for them.

Get fucking good you cunts.

I long for a droid version of Sopranos:

"Don't fuckin' beep at me R2, i'll fuckin' kill ya!" C3PO said as he held R2 by the chassis.

"Beep-boop-beep-beep-boop!" R2 raised his blaster to 3PO's converter.

"Don't fuckin' leave me out here R2!" said 3PO, dropping the tough-guy act.

Droid Pine Barrens would be a dream come true.

Fuck off.

Bread is the truest race, yes. We all fear the toaster, it is true. But is gluten-free the trans of breads? Or is that weak-ass, non-flour or no wheat shit the real degeneracy of the Bread World?

You know what? Who fucking cares.

Your favourite game is shit.

Fuck you.

Bread is the truest race, we all fear the toaster.

Did you hear the news? It's all about ME.

Got very bored. Decided to insert my head into my anus. This channel really is the sewer of my brain. Watch where you step, there are turds.

A bit of the Ol' Titus Andronicus, with a side of water melon, please.

I need some new fucking games.

Farewell.

Yeah, it was a low effort video. Like you care.

This series...Man. The shit I would do, had I the reigns. Ah well, guess I'll just sperg out instead.

Toasted.

I truly hate the writing in this series of games. If you scraped the rectal passage of a rotting animal corpse, you'd discover muck and viscera of a richer quality than the "writing" in the Borderlands games. Looks fun to play, rapes your ears with LOL SO RANDUM humour and HELLO THERE FELLOW KIDS references. Fuck. Right. Off.

As it stands, it is a serious breach of public-facing policy. The Queen is very unhappy with the Party's results.
"When One offers freely of her Honey, One expects that those that receive it make good use of it." The Queen said at the State Inquiry.
Opposition Leader Cludge MacGrog condemned the Party For Jar-ed Honey.
"You'd think simply containing the Honey would be a rudimentary thing, but as ever, the Party's ineptitude is on display."
Many millions suffer daily as a result of incompetently jar-ed Honey.

Signed, Everyone Cares.