Yo, too bad, run your games somewhere else ya goofy

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Begone wretches, this be myne own minecraft girlfriend. Be away with you sinful creatures lest you incure the wrath of god himself through the consequnces of thyn's own greed and shameful lusts. I spit at thee. Patooie. Hear ye, hear ye. Arrrrg.

The Noble Charter of Ethical Gooning

Hear ye, hear ye, the code of sacred stroke:

1. Thou must honor the source—faithful and true.

2. Let the muse be original, or at least of noble taste.

3. All acts must dwell within consent, reason, and law.

4. If art be thy fare—digital or drawn—it must be wrought with care and passion deep.

5. Though taste be fickle as the moon, all subjects must be of rightful age, in flesh and thought.

6. Bring no harm, neither to mind nor form, of the subject fine.

7. Goon not beyond twice per day, lest thou anger thy sinews.

8. Reflect: shall this be a fap of glory, or a fruitless toil?

9. If the subject be not shaped in human frame, abstain.

10. Defile not thyself with matters of filth or foul discharge; ‘tis beneath even the basest knave.

Thus is the sacred writ. Violate not this gooning gospel, lest thou be cast into the shadow of shame.

A Most Woeful Parting

Dearest friend, alas—I must speak no more with thee. Mine own mother hath peered upon our scrolls and discovered thou didst utter the forbidden P-word. I sought to shield thy transgression, for I knew its power to doom us... but she hath found it.

Thy words once brought me light through darkest trials, and for that I thank thee. Yet now, I am banished—not only from thee, but from Fortnite itself. My soul weeps.

Hadst thou but held thy tongue! One word hath undone us.

I must now depart, block thee from my scroll, and sever what once was joy. This is our final breath together, sweet friend. Fare thee well in life and lobbies alike.

Forgive me.
Goodbye.