"AVATARFAGS could be here" he thought, "I've never been in this thread before. There could be AVATARFAGS anywhere." The cool wind felt good against his silky hair. "I HATE AVATARFAGS" he thought. Beautiful Ruin (Summer Salt) reverberated his entire car, making it pulsate even as the $9 wine circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed his (merited) fear of attention whores after dark. "Without an avatar, you can say anything you want" he said to himself, out loud.