the best way i can describe cheatspeak is as a drug. a sort of caffeine to the manic-depressive. at first it begins as an inquisitive sip, a taster of the forbidden drink, downed with enjoyment--
joy that
one did not follow the advice of censors in not drinking it. but steadily as a single
cup shifts into two and more, soon develops a painful dependency where the
ups are shortlived and disappointing, and the downs--where the downs are simply dreadful. nonetheless, it is somehow in this imbalance--this utter catastrophy of
society that is bred at cheatspeak--that spawned is something
unique to cheatspeak that surpasses the addictions and depressions all in sum, that allays the desperation of the whole thing into a diffused mist. and what, this saving quality? why blankmans penis of course! (and timmy the fuckin spidah too..woah! my legs
gone all wibbly wobbly!).