This guys post on that thread is awesome copy and pasted...
Last night I was happy, unaware as I was of this monstrosities existence. Then whilst playing Forza, some people I once called 'friends' drew my attention to this thread. Lazily, I pointed my phone to the URL and then my eyes were drawn away from the game I was engaged in, and compelled to gaze upon that tiny screen: Surely..... surely to god no planet created by a benevolent god could bear witness to such horrors. Eager to retain some slim grasp on my sanity, I wrestled my attention from the screen and back to the garish pixellated nonsense on my television
Alas, it was too late. Last night I slept fitfully: tossing and tossing, tormented by the distant thrum of a barely silenced oil thirsty oval bored monster! It was..... out there...... somewhere. It wanted to suck me into it's warped, gaping maw. It was going to use all of its 130bhp and unflappable 4WD traction to ensure I didn't escape. I wouldn't be safe no matter how fast I jogged away from it's throbbing, trembling, rattling structure. All night I tried to rid my retinas of the ghostly image of that front bumper, the filler, the panel gaps, but I was not able to. By time of lightfall I was a husk of a man, withered, beaten, exhausted at the continued harassment in my own mind from that which I had seen, and could not unsee.
Like a whore supping at the devils teat I had to come back. I hoped to excorsize this vile creation through confrontation in glorious HD. Perhaps the hard light of my Laptop Screen would render this helion into some kind of earthly context? Only this time I did not sip but latched to that huge breasticle and gulped deep and long. My plan, ill thought out as it was, failed miserably, and every last shred of my remaining soul was drawn from my gut, my heart, my spleen and my lower colon. I had fallen into its trap and it was to make a slave of me for eternity. I am lost, adrift, trapped in this godless land alone with a floppy lacklustre rally replica for the rest of my days! Oh woe is me!
JohnnyA: You sir are a blaggard and a scoundrel! What measure of man subjects a fellow gentleman to such horrors without fair warning? No hint of compasion, no further login or link to protect ones constitution, just images of such foul nature that Beelzebub himself abhorrs them! I wish a pox upon you sir, and hope your eyes fall out of your skull from having seen this beast first hand.