This year at Otakon, I will hone my body, mind, and spirit to destroy Fred Gallager. Every morning when I brush my teeth, take a shower, take a shit, I will stare at a picture of Fred Gallager locked in front of me as if to channel my hatred for each passing moment. I will bid my time, be patient, careful, and methodical. Whether I choose to end his life with a scoped bolt action rifle, a chemical compound of the toxic variety, or an inconvenient accident most dire. Know that I, in this private unknown moment on the interwebs schemed so highly.
I'm coming for you, you fat talentless fuck.