I used to be a huge fantard of the Nostalgia Critic. I watched all the videos, owned all the merchendise, and prayed to the Nostalgia Critic every night. "Nostalgia Critic is love", I used to say, "Nostalgia Critic is life".
I don't do that shit anymore.
it all started when I was watching Nostalgia Critic videos on youtube. I came across a video called "Nostalgia Critic: 666 Edition".
Naturally I clicked on it.
The into played as normal, but I noticed one thing. There was a 666 on the Nostalgia Critic's hat and a pentagram on his forehead. I dismissed it as a glitch and continued watching. The video started to become distorted. The Nostalgia Critic began to ooze hyper-realistic corn syrup out of his mouth. I was horrified, but continued to watch for some strange reason. The Critic's head began to spin around and he started speaking in a low, demonic voice.
"YOUR MOTHER SUCKS COCKS IN HELL BLAAAAAA!!!"
I turned off the video and threw the computer on the floor. I stood in horror as the computer began to morph into the severed head of John Madden. The head began to float above the ground and fired lasers at me. I ran out the door screaming.
I warn anyone who ever finds this video: Always eat your vegetables.
The End