MassSuicideCult

Tonight I just couldn't care less about anything so WE are going ahead and reading some of that sweet, succulent MHA fanfiction I know you've been craving. Strap yourselves in and put on those strap ons because things are getting fucking SPICEY.

Tonight we dive into a more recent attempt at a novel; one written a few years ago by yours truly. And, you guessed it, I was too lazy to come up with an original name so BEHOLD! RYAN HAS BEEN REVIVED! But only briefly because I was able to fit the entirety of the text into this one episode. Tonight I narrate one of the most ambitious writings of my mid-teenage years. Who knows why? Maybe i'm a masochist for public humiliation, or maybe it's because in the grand scheme of things I couldn't give less of a shit about a 17-year old's attempt at a novel. In any case, sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.

In the series finale, things happen. A boy. And then another boy, who makes previous boy do something. And then girl comes in and does something. Emotions are present. Tonight I narrate one of the most ambitious writings of my mid-teenage years. Who knows why? Maybe i'm a masochist for public humiliation, or maybe it's because in the grand scheme of things I couldn't give less of a shit about a 16-year old's attempt at a novel. In any case, sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.

In the cesspool of raging teenage hormones and drug abuse, our protagonist has found himself face to face with an awe inspiring beauty: Autumn. But of course things don't go his way, because that's how i wrote the story dammit. Tonight I narrate one of the most ambitious writings of my mid-teenage years. Who knows why? Maybe i'm a masochist for public humiliation, or maybe it's because in the grand scheme of things I couldn't give less of a shit about a 16-year old's attempt at a novel. In any case, sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.

Hey, I'm redoing this podcast thing a bit. Until I can find a better way to go about delivering that sweet, succulent fan fiction I know you've been craving, I'll be reading my own works of fiction that I wrote back when I thought I was a literary genius. And yes, the audio quality gave out around towards the end, but its 1:40 am and I can't wake my roommates and why am i telling you this u don't care.