With the recent teases of a Firefly reboot, many fans have taken to social media to clamor for its return, as they have since the release of the Serenity movie.
The Moneymen came in peace--or so they said. Their planet's creativity had been destroyed in a global war. They promised us riches, like the Moneymen's own, if we would but lend them our intellectual properties for a time
Then the sound stages and green screens landed in the Hollywood Hills and in Georgia and in London and everywhere that their tendrils could attach to generous tax breaks and government concessions.
One by one, our franchises began disappearing, returned to us later... changed. Unnatural, ghoulish, offensive to our senses.
Some brave men and women tried to warn the world back in those early days. But they were ignored, or ridiculed. For the Moneymen promised us riches--like their own.
Our franchises continued to disappear, only to come back with greater and greater abhorance to the human eye and spirit. For the Moneymen grew bolder in their adulterations. They were no longer even trying to hide the alien parasites within our beloved IP.
Too late, the world realized their error, but they hardly cared. For the Moneymen had given them new riches that could never be taken away: smugness, arrogance, false virtue, indignation, hair dye, piercings, tattoos, and a 300 lb superioty complex.
But no matter.
I heard that there was once a franchise called Firefly. Would you like to see your old friend again?
You know, maybe Posobiec should ask Trump to quit starting retarded wars he’s got no plans for, instead of using the power of the presidency to (lol) stop a reboot?!
I think Trump probably has more important things to worry about than another round of Disney slop.
Invasion of the Franchise Snatchers.
NO FRANCHISE IS SAFE!
The Moneymen came in peace--or so they said. Their planet's creativity had been destroyed in a global war. They promised us riches, like the Moneymen's own, if we would but lend them our intellectual properties for a time
Then the sound stages and green screens landed in the Hollywood Hills and in Georgia and in London and everywhere that their tendrils could attach to generous tax breaks and government concessions.
One by one, our franchises began disappearing, returned to us later... changed. Unnatural, ghoulish, offensive to our senses.
Some brave men and women tried to warn the world back in those early days. But they were ignored, or ridiculed. For the Moneymen promised us riches--like their own.
Our franchises continued to disappear, only to come back with greater and greater abhorance to the human eye and spirit. For the Moneymen grew bolder in their adulterations. They were no longer even trying to hide the alien parasites within our beloved IP.
Too late, the world realized their error, but they hardly cared. For the Moneymen had given them new riches that could never be taken away: smugness, arrogance, false virtue, indignation, hair dye, piercings, tattoos, and a 300 lb superioty complex.
But no matter.
I heard that there was once a franchise called Firefly. Would you like to see your old friend again?
Well, would ya?
Isn't there another useless war going on?
You know, maybe Posobiec should ask Trump to quit starting retarded wars he’s got no plans for, instead of using the power of the presidency to (lol) stop a reboot?!