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In my sophomore year of high school, there was an idiot in my English class (why do I always find the stupidest people in my English classes?) who stood in front of the entire class and said, "I literally cried when Dumbledore died in Harry Potter." At this point, in an ideal society, I wouldn't have been the only one who laughed.
The worst part isn't that these morons exist; it's the sheer number of them you encounter on a daily basis. If I were a more optimistic guy, I would deny they even exist. But they do; by the thousand.
It takes a special kind of dumbass to make strong emotional connections with a person who doesn't exist. If these people were any wimpier, they would throw a funeral every time they took a shit. "It's like a rectal abortion. It was the ass-child that never will be *sob*!" Eat shit, you deluded morons!
Even worse (though, that's hard to imagine) is that some of these (probably doped up) morons decided to write several gigabytes of poorly written fan-fiction about how the Harry Potter series would have ended without Dumbledore's death.
This isn't just stupid and a complete waste of time, but it's downright disrespectful to the author whose character you sodding fools fell in love with. Do you know what message that sends?
Hi, I'm a narcissistic asshole. I didn't like how you killed this character (whose entire existence was no more than a literary device), so I'm going to completely (and poorly) rewrite two of the novels of your Magna Opera to fit my skewed, emotional view of reality.
I know picking on Fanfic writers is like kicking a paraplegic, but it needs to be said.
If you're the kind of idiot who cries over the death of someone who doesn't exist, you should think about calling Dr. Kevorkian. I'm serious.
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