Well, hello there. This is our first encounter here on Aniboom Eyedoll's Critic’s page, and it's important to me that we get to know each other. I'm sure you all already know me - I'm the multifaceted competition critic appointed by…um…well…let's see...actually…I’m not sure who I was appointed by… never mind, the point is, I get the job done.
The truth is that I have no interest in being a critic, though I agreed to do it out of sheer pity for the organizers of this pathetic contest. In fact, I don't really care about a number of other things, as well: airplanes bore me, drugs put me to sleep, and women…women are always ignoring me. Why? What don't I have that Tom Cruise, Justin Timberlake and Franz Kafka have? Am I right, or am I right? And here are a few great names for the search engine … Britney Spears, Kelly Clarkson, Antonella Barba and her 'nude' photos, Marie Antoinette…
But we’re getting sidetracked here and it's entirely your fault. I have an objective, a purpose, a goal. You're the ones wandering around aimlessly in this virtual microcosm, looking for temporary thrills that will shed some light on your dark, gray existence, even if just for a short moment. I was chosen to critique this singing competition, the "biggest and coolest competition on the web". I was chosen. And you were not. And I was chosen for a reason - because I notice everything. Pay attention to the scandal I'm about to reveal exclusively to you: Look at the photos from three completely different clips:
Do you see what I see? You guessed right! All the characters are performing on the same nauseating pink background! Different characters, but the same background! How would you explain that? I can find but one explanation. There is a master puppeteer directing everything here. Someone, or they, did not think we'd figure that out. They were wrong. Aside from that everything's fine. Even pleasant, I might say. The meds are starting to kick in and I'm going to roll through the nurse's station to get a Coke.