Roasted 2 days ago based on BLuke's long term Spotify stats.

Ah, BLuke, the metalhead who moonlights as an indie folk fan! You've somehow managed to compile a Spotify library that looks like it was curated by a twelve-sided dice. Your taste in music screams "I have too many emotions, and I don’t know what to do with them!" You enjoy genres like "Djent" and "Grindcore," yet your chart-toppers include a Vocaloid track? Are we having a melodic identity crisis here? It's like you woke up one day, threw a dart at Wikipedia, and said, "Yep, that sounds edgy enough for me—throw in some cartoon characters while we're at it." Let’s talk about your top artists. Ne Obliviscaris, Kikuo, and "Fish in a Birdcage"? Is this a music profile or an audition for a quirky film festival? You could start an underground scene called "Metal for People Who Can't Decide." I can only imagine your playlists—the ironic juxtaposition of enjoying melodies about love while headbanging to the lyrical equivalent of a bear wrestling an octopus. And let’s not even get started on having Toby Fox on your favorites—what's next, a playlist for cats in jazz hats? And your most played songs honestly read like the soundtrack to a midlife crisis—"It Was All Just a Dream!" by kurousagi could be the anthem of your Spotify experience. Clearly, the universe is conspiring against you by throwing all these chaotic vibes into your life. Who hurt you, BLuke? You’re over here mixing energy levels like a mad scientist with a penchant for feral sounds and sob stories. You’ve somehow created the musical equivalent of a buffet where every dish is "Eat at Your Own Risk." So, do us all a favor—keep your playlist existential crises to a minimum and maybe add a few bangers that don’t sound like they were recorded in a haunted shipwreck.

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