What exactly is the meaning of life, and how did life come about? What does it mean to live? Is everything I know a lie? Am I even real? Only you can answer these pressing questions running through my inquisitive mind and give me the real answers I have been seeking all along, Blightbringer.
Bloo--man, legend, frontier winner. First thing's first: this guy is a monumental fucking baller. Every single day of his life he's gone to bed without ever having given a fuck. Not about his family, not about the game, not about his fans, not even about Krack. Now that that's out of the way, I sure got a grip to say 'bout this nigga Bloo. He manages to excel in Pokemon despite not even paying attention to the teambuilder. If anything, this guy probably picks 6 Pokemon that will put him at a disadvantage just so he can savor the hunt. That is the very definition of mercy. He's brimming with confidence to such an extent that he proudly declared to his friends that he was a Pokemon master. Bloo simply doesn't give a fuck. As I survive the daily grind, I ask myself "what would Bloo do", "how much of a fuck would Bloo not give". And as I answer these questions, I find the strength to keep going, to keep winning.
The amount of fucks this guy gives? Zero. His Pokemon prowess, team-building expertise, and overall "don't give a fuck attitude" make this man one of a kind. Need a person who can show up 5 minutes before the deadline of an important tournament, win, and then troll all at the same time? Look and worry no more, simply click here and behold the mysterious beauty that is Blightbringer.