dChan - Q Origins Project Archive

Ode to MicroDick

What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little codebitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in scripting at junior college, and I've been involved in numerous secret ios apps for MIL projects, and I have over 300 confirmed lines of code. I am trained in gorilla coding and I'm the top code slinger in the entire US. You are nothing to me but just another paytriot. I will will suck all your credentials with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of scriptkiddies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere on your iphone, anytime, and I can kill your battery in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my script editor. Not only am I extensively trained in disarming firewalls, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the android code and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit icecream emojis all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo.