I find myself possessed by the will of a Holy Angel gone rogue with the belief that God has made a mistake, and I alone must correct it. The wordless knowledge that his existence as a human being is evidence of all the failures of mankind. You know that weird feeling you get when you see a picture of something so cute you find yourself overcome with the bizarre, inexplicable urge to squeeze it? It's EXACTLY like that, except instead of cuteness it's disgust. I want to graphically beat him to death with his own stupid fucking glasses. I want to light his ugly tall-ass dumpster body on fire. There is no cuss or epithet in any language that can encapsulate the height of the emotions I am experiencing. Shitstick the dick is, for all intents and purposes, the covid spreading corpse of all of humanity's saccharine pretenses- every condescending, passive-aggressive statement of meaningless upper-middle-class suburban college boys you'd meet at a party distilled into a single, hateable form. I hate him on a level of my mind reserved for the worst of the world's array of sinners, and I can't even begin to justify it. What better things could this energy be directed towards? And yet my disdain for this stupid, useless, insubstantial failure of a twitch streamer utterly eclipses the intrigue of all other pursuits. The absurdity of it all burns me to my core. I find myself laying awake in the dark in the early hours of the morning consumed by the spirit of Wrath itself, all the force and might of a flaming hurricane directed at a bottle of piss in a ditch by the highway. The part where no matter the might and fury of my hatred, the locus of my homicidal intent is altogether inconsequential. I know he's just a shitty fucking streamer, I know it doesn't matter, I know I shouldn't care. Anytime he's sad it invokes all the wrath and fury of a spoiled child having a meltdown over a chocolate bar in a w*lmart checkout line. I hate your dumb fucking lanky limbs and your stupid, empty eyes and your over-the-top emo-ass goofy asshole personality. Your dumb fucking fashion taste makes every photo you pose in look like you’re a tryhard asshole who gets all his clothing in from the goddamn Instagram shopping tab that no one uses. You look like if Jeff Magnum and Ben Folds had a son that only listened to Car Seat Headrest. Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you.
"Bhurr blur, I'm Wilbur Soot the fuckshit Minecraft YouTuber fucker, I like".
Every time I see art of Wilbur, or a Wilbur gif, or a shitty goddamn fancam, it ignites my primal rage response and I'm overcome by the need to punt this shitty overgrown male manipulator indie movie character into the fucking sun. His dumb flaily fucking twink arms? His shitty, lumpy bastard head? His worthless generic marvel movie-eqsue fucking twitter quips? The three thousand percent unnecessary dumbass shitass fucking NEON SIGN SET UP that every streamer has EVER FUCKING HAD IN THE HISTORY OF GOD'S GREEN FUCKING EARTH? God, I hate him. Absolutely no part of his ugly as sin piece of shit streams are endearing. Holy shit, every stream he's in, every clip, every gif, every jpeg, he's got this painfully vacant, stupid as shit, fuckass look on his dumbass face. View a new set of screenshots at the gallery.God I fucking hate Wilbur Soot so fucking much holy shit.
Remastered from the 2011 PSP (PlayStation Portable) system release, the Nintendo 3DS rendition of Corpse Party will feature redrawn, high-resolution character sprites, newly arranged music tracks in binaural 3D audio, and 3D art stills, as well as four new Extra Chapters exclusive to this version that provide insight into lesser-shown characters and plot elements previously left unexplained.
In the cult hit horror adventure Corpse Party, players take control of a group of Japanese high school students who inadvertently engage in a pagan ritual and find themselves inexplicably transported into a whole other space: an inescapable echo of a long-since demolished school building where a series of gruesome murders once took place. Here’s an overview of the game, via XSEED: A soundtrack CD containing nearly 80 minutes of music from the game not previously featured on the ‘ Songs of the Dead’ compilation, including three tracks exclusive to this 3DS version.High-quality miniature figurines of characters Naomi Nakashima and Seiko Shinohara.In Europe and Australia, the game will available digitally for €29.99 / £24.99 / $49.95 AUD. The game will be available digitally for $29.99, as well as physically for $49.99 via a limited “ Back to School Edition” in North America.
Corpse Party will launch for 3DS in North America, Europe, and Australia on October 25, publisher XSEED Games announced.