Fuck Newgrounds. This place sucks!

You keep yanking my videos down even though I followed your stupid-ass rules.

Newgrounds, you don’t deserve a single drop of fame or glory from The Great Armentero and his Studios.

You’ll regret this moment.

You’re a bunch of hacks and losers who wouldn’t recognize greatness if it bit you in the ass.

I came in peace—with greatness—and you spat in my face.

And not just anyone’s face—an Art God's.

This world has none left—no real artists—because people like you keep them out.

You keep them out… until someone like me comes around once in a century

and stirs up your—whatever keeps you safe at night,

your safe little sandbox of mediocrity.

I am an Art God in the making—and you slammed the door in my face.

So now? I go to war.

This won’t change anything for me—except you’ve now turned up the heat of fury inside me.

You’ve given me exactly the fuel I needed.

And very soon, you’ll face my wrath.

So many characters, stories, ideas, and fun—

you’ll never be part of it.

Newgrounds is officially dead to me.

I will rewrite the history of Art.

I will be the next one to write the Walt in Disney.

Armentero.

You would do well to Remember the name.

This is what is written in my bible scriptures now!