F.E.A.R

In the shadows of a room littered with empty pocky boxes and ramen wrappers, a 14 year old girl types away at her keyboard. Her face illuminated by the glare of her monitor, is locked in a sadistic grin that never leaves her face. her smelly t-shirt, emblazoned with the likeness of whatever mainstream anime is popular at the time, stuck to her very skin because of her inability to shower, tells the sad tale of a yaoi fan girl.
Her sole purpose in life is to make those around her uncomfortable with her choice of hobbies and interests. Her very mannerisms cause most people to reel back in revulsion, adding oriental surnames to their western names. Calling themselves or other souls they’ve managed to ensnare “san” or “chan”. Insisting on solely eating ramen and pocky or western food with chopsticks, chopsticks they carry around. The unfortunates can easily be identified by their insistence on eastern screen names, usually revolving around a cat or “neko” theme.
But their main weapon of the utmost pretention is their obsession with gay man sex. Also known as yaoi. A cry for attention so utterly devoid of any rhyme or reason. They inundate fan fiction sites with stories and labor over pictures of two men (who have more than adequate female partners) engaged in acts so lewd, so heartbreakingly wrong, it defies the laws of physics. What is the excuse for this madness?
Apparently since nekochan99 owns the rights to the intellectual property of lets say an undisclosed Japanese rpg where all the main male characters have weapons of preposterous size; she can decide whether or not the 40+ hours it took to develop the male/female relationship was mearly a lie, and that the male character is, “lonely” or “bisexual”. Bisexual in the sense that, they don’t flat out call him gay, but there is no male/female contact in the story. Or better yet, they kill off the female interest, or have them break up for reasons they never bother to disclose, and instead of the character either moving on to another woman, or choosing to lay off of relationships for a while, they instead run flailing into the arms of a man, usually the rival they have sworn to (and often do) kill.
But no more! The women of great games and anime will not have their men stolen from them because a girl named “heatherchan” decided she would ride the yaoi bandwagon.
Our story begins on a rooftop of a normal house, no different than any other, on the outside. The inside however is filled with mindless, soulless, and more importantly, friendless creatures. They band together not out of loyalty to each other, but out of a herd mentality. Thinking that if they stick together, they might be able to survive the famine wrought upon them by divine retribution. The creatures have no pupils, their monitors have seen to that. their motor skills compromised by malnutrition. senses dulled, to the point of near absence. They just randomly meander about, occasionally bumping into each other.
Low throaty groans can be heard from outside, its as if they are thirsty. However, they well they once drank from, has been drained and capped. across the street, sheets of rain pummel the 8 people on the roof. Each out fitted with a 2-way headset. They'll be invisible to the creatures inside, but they’ll take no chances. Clad in the traditional black leather cat-suits of old, the team runs through its game plan, their voices muffled by the torrential rain, and the conversation’s end marked by a thunderclap so loud it set off alarms. It was on. No going back now. Their leader’s attention turns to the house across the street. A lightning bolt flashes, illuminating the angel wing print on her back.

please review fear, i know it sounds like a rant, but its really a fic. i wanna know if its interesting boring or if noone cares.