My girlfriend and I are longtime veterans of role-playing. Most of our role-play takes place in a quaint chatroom called The Keep. In the dusk of 2000, we met... and hated each other. She was a bitch, and I was in the grips of the pestilence known as stupidity. I liked her enough, though, to change my ways for the better. In a way, she saved my life.

Since then, I've been repaying my debt to society... by being a gigantic asshole to stupid people in return, hoping, perhaps in vain, that they will change their ways. I know of at least one for whom that is impossible.

This website continues a tradition of mine called profile bashing. Ever since The Keep allowed the use of usernames, passwords and profiles, I've taken the worst I could find and torn into them like a starving wolf on crippled prey.

There are some truly atrocious profiles here, but the lulz are fantastic sometimes. Some of these are so laughably bad that they bash themselves. Nevertheless, both Basher C and I will provide snarky commentary to go along with these literary tragedies, especially if it's just to add insult to injury.

Now I do an unasked favor to these criminals against prose and common sense by making them famous in the worst way possible—through ridicule on the Internet. My only goal in doing this is having a collective laugh at their expense. As long as you smirk, simper or giggle in amusement, my job here is done.

I, however, forsake responsibility for any damage caused by facepalms, head-desks, or loss of faith in the human race.

Yours truly,

Profile Basher S