I created a summary of the horrible future of DeviantArt in my perspective, yet you all loved it. So I wanted to my summary as a chaotic musical representation. I have now changed a thing about the horrible future of DeviantArt.
The manchildren would get furious of fanarts of their favorite characters because it's not accurate to the canon. No matter what we try to make it accurate, they would still hate it. Every details would be obversed with an obsession of perfection. I would basically imagine the simple title of a fill-in "meme" of this above. "[CHARACTER] prefers [EFFORTLESS ART] over [EFFORTFUL ART].
The train of abhorrent would go on and on for eternity until the ends of the Earth, until on that day, the train had accidentally traveled itself from DeviantArt to another website like DeviantArt but better. That train carries vessel of hatred two decades old. It sped through every road, every block, every building, and every tunnel, spreading the noise full of a powerful hatred it carries for years. The train doesn't stop, it kept going on every website by website month by month. ArtStation, Pixiv, Pinterest, and then... X. X carries artists of Rule 34, opinion bashers, fun killers, ranters, and shitposts. This is where it became the vessel of hatred, of agony, of mockery, of wrath, of raging men and women with no mercy. The train never stopped, it kept going. It desired for more.
It reached Wikipedia, then YouTube, and then TikTok, and then Instagram, and then—itself. It became so gluttonous that it starts to eat itself by crushing itself into parts of metal, of glass, of the passengers it carries, of sparks it flies, and... nothing. The train continued to go back to the spot where it was circling. The train had no to little of power to eat with. The train is the only single fragment of the omniverse now. It kept going in the void, it kept going without a single passenger alive, it kept going without a person seeing it circling. It's all alone (digitally). And then, it stops. The light above the train slowly lightens up like a snail traveling to a mile walk, and it ascended with all the memories it carries since it was born on the day DeviantArt was created. Then all of a sudden, nothing. No light, no creatures, no sound left, only the static of your ears. But all along, making art was the friends we made all along since the beginning of the Universe's birth.
FIN.
Anyways, long short story, manchildren gets at actual artists, train eats everything on media, and goes to heaven with a passenger with nothing in the universe left.
Anyways, here's some title I made for the project with heavy inspiration of NATMOSR and APANPN for you to begin with, I guess.
"Detrimental Impacts of the Euphoric Paradise of Canvases".
Serve it, and finish it, as I leave those pitiful and devious holes full of mindless beasts with no creativity, no common sense, no maturity.
I believe and have faith in you all.