After many failed attempts of trying to type a creative blog without backspacing ANYTHING and without looking at the keyboard, Zetsa has been institutionalized. Her final words were the following: "I AM VERY AGN ANGRY AT COMPUTERS BECAUSE THEY MAKEME MAKE ME ANGRY!!! I X I CAN'T TYPE LIKE THIS!!!" XP
Ah, poor girl...but she deserved it.
Now, reader of this blog, you might be wondering, "Who is the person typing this blog in Zetsa's place? Will this typer's sense of humor be similar to Zetsa's? Why do I even care about this blog in the first place?"
The answer to the first question is that my identity is classified. Zetsa knows very well who I am, and she does not particularly enjoy my company. I haven't spoken to her in ages...
No, my sense of humor is entirely different from Zetsa's. She enjoys mundane subjects such as Alots from a blog called Hyperbole and a Half and a stupid anime called Hetalia. I, on the other hand, enjoy less facetious forms of humor. Similarities in my trials of experimentation make me laugh. My success makes me laugh. Watching Zetsa torture herself draws a hearty chuckle out of me, which is why I smile every single day.
What am I doing here, you may ask? I am glad you did ask, reader. (No one ever asks.) My mission is...not entirely classified. Power is my objective, though not the kind of power of which you may be thinking. Thanks to my suprising travels and meticulous experiments, I have learned a great deal about science, and I do not mean that I have discovered the cure to a disease or ascertained the equation of some astrophysical phenomenon. I refuse to disclose what I have found, but my discovery definitely leads to me gaining power.
And as you may have guessed, Zetsa is one of my experiments.
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