"Who the FUCK came up with this ridiculous SHIT?! I mean, honestly, what the hell is wrong with people these days? They just sit there on their asses, scrolling through social media like a bunch of fucking sheep. And don't even get me started on these influencers! WHAT KIND OF NAME IS THAT? INFLUENCER? How about 'NARCISSTIC ATTENTION WHORE'? HOW ABOUT THAT, EH? It's all just one big fucking vanity parade, and every goddamn one of them are invited! People are so desperate for likes and followers that they'll do anything to get them, ANYTHING! It makes me sick to my stomach. Back in my day, we didn't have any of this bullshit. We had real human interactions and actual conversations. You know, like normal people. But now everyone's glued to their screens and can't even hold a conversation without checking their damn notifications every two fucking seconds! PATHETIC!" *With that uncalled rant finished, he proceeds to violently punch a nearby boulder, yet shows no signs of winced pain at all. In fact, with every snap of his fists, it seems cracks are actually forming on the stone, compromising under the overwhelming furious rampage broiling inside him. The air also feels to crawl to a slight chill somehow, with frosted breaths seething from his clenched teeth.*