I give /u a warm welcome, my dear reader. I/m isolatedIncendiary, and this is the 11th entry in my book review series. Highest quality reviews from the lowest blood!
Today I/ll review a book from an author the world only knows by their pseudonym, Highpoet Whimword. At a first glance it seems as if the author is merely using the name of their ancestor in order to stay anon/, but the content of their works seems to hint the name could be hiding some metatextual self-awareness. Alt/, we could deduce the author is all but humble.
The specific book I/ve chosen for my brief review is called Silent Sorrowful Soliloquies of a Broken Vascular Thumper. The book consists entirely of stream-of-consciousness poetry about the author/s own feelings and exp/s. The book starts with thoughtful ponderings of a v/ clearly tortured artist, which in and of itself isn/t the most appeling form of literary.
However it marks the high point of the work as it quickly afterwards descends into a daunting series of lamentations over a supposed lost quadrant and passive-agressive ravings. And as if that was not enough for the good Whimword, the last third of the book is spent on their indulgence on painful calignous exp/s.
All in all, the book wasn/t the worst reading experince I/ve had this sweep. Yet it lacks any sort of flow, and ultimately ends up being quite dull. On the diquadrantic scoring scale I give this book a 6/10.
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REMILI: Finally. REMILI: It/s done.
REMILI: Come here /u. REMILI: /U should be v/ happy I try to be as objective as I can w/ my reviews. REMILI: I/d gladly have rated /u 8/8. REMILI: /U deserve to sink. REMILI: Piece o/ garbage.
Sometimes, on the path we tread, we come across an insurmountable impasse.
An undefeatable foe, an obstacle so great the hope of surpassing it seems negligible.
This challenge is one that defines us. The outcome will set us on a road from which there is no return.
At those times we must find a fighting spirit, a fire inside us. With it, we can face any obstacle.
And we must burn them all down.
Your name is REMILI HINODE.
You're really into BOOKS. And MOVIES. And TV SHOWS. That is, you're into pretty much any form of Alternian media which you can BLOG ABOUT. You waste ENDLESS HOURS reviewing and discussing these works, and when you aren't doing that, you're firing controversial statements about the troll society and HEMOSPECTRUM at large. These comments draw a lot of ire, which is why you are a RECLUSE.
But that's far from being the only reason you isolate yourself. You're a MUTANTBLOOD. The liquid inside your veins is BRIGHT RED and you are PROUD about it. You see no reason to hide your true colors ONLINE, but doing so requires extreme caution in your personal life. Your MOIRAIL is the only person privy to your true identity.
The constant fear of being culled because of the color of your blood has taken a PSYCOLOGICAL TOLL, which occasionally manifests in the form of RAMPANT PYROMANIA. Your trolltag isisolatedIncendiaryand you tend toabbreviate words w/ it/s convenient. What will you do?
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