To simplify
Mancomb Seepgood (Tom): It's wrist-slit time,
College was so sh*t today,
You feel maligned,
Someone took your lunch money away,
Lilac Leopard (Claire): And you just want to post it,
On Things That f*ck You Off No End,
For all the boys and girls,
And Sammy Tsang.
Emma (the 37th): You would go out,
But you’re a discard,
So you f*ck about,
On the shoutbox of VR,
Muffy (Emma): And there's a world inside your PC,
In the depths of the internet,
Where hordes of the bourgeoisie,
Who've mostly never met,
Smerker (James): Will play Word Disassociation,
And post about what they wear,
They spam and rant as though,
You even care.
HippoPhil (sexaaayPhil): Well, you could have a meet in Edinburgh this summertime,
If you're prepared to come back home in drag, oh-ohhhhh-oh,
Vigilante Maelstrom (Colin): You’d harass people in the street,
Several times, and then repeat,
Or simply lose your virginity.
Marton: Here’s to n00bs, who think they're so bizarre,
Colin: Acting cool with their Megaman avatars,
Marton & Colin: Don’t they know it’s our f*ckin’ VR?
Claire: VR, ooooh,
Nadia (I'm not a trendie): What a place to vent your spleen.
Muffy Emma: VR, ooooh,
Claire: Founded on the Mega-Zine.
Gary (Osiris):
We are, the...
Saddest tw*ts you've ever seen.
Colin: VR, ooooh,
Caggie (Tooth of all the wisdoms):Most of our posts are obscene.
Muffy Emma:
It's improved:
You can change the colour scheme.
I'm bored so added the rest, hope you don't mind, Jaaames.