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re: NSRC/LNDT - 10/16/16 NSFW
Posted on 10/16/16 at 11:35 pm to fr33manator
Posted on 10/16/16 at 11:35 pm to fr33manator
That is impressive in a way 
I just talked to some girl I haven't talked to in a while, I remember why I don't talk to her now.
I just talked to some girl I haven't talked to in a while, I remember why I don't talk to her now.
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Posted on 10/16/16 at 11:38 pm to BugaPainTrain7
Hope yall are all having a great night! 
Posted on 10/16/16 at 11:41 pm to OMLandshark
Same to you brotha
Posted on 10/16/16 at 11:42 pm to BugaPainTrain7
You should listen to Dan Carlin.
His podcasts are just the best and he tends to take this morally objective big picture look at history.
Of course I'm a bit more...medieval than he is. Basically, the greatest men in history have been rapers and reavers and marauders, in that they had a hand in seeing he most drastic changes, not to mention passing on their seed to diverse populations.
There was something...devilishly admirable about it all.
They cared not for convention or rule or anything but booty and conquest.
Mongols, Huns, Vikings, Visigoths... imagine how they would slaughter today with modern weapons.
Modern arms with Dark age sensibilities. What a sight that would be to watch them descend on a liberal arts college.
His podcasts are just the best and he tends to take this morally objective big picture look at history.
Of course I'm a bit more...medieval than he is. Basically, the greatest men in history have been rapers and reavers and marauders, in that they had a hand in seeing he most drastic changes, not to mention passing on their seed to diverse populations.
There was something...devilishly admirable about it all.
They cared not for convention or rule or anything but booty and conquest.
Mongols, Huns, Vikings, Visigoths... imagine how they would slaughter today with modern weapons.
Modern arms with Dark age sensibilities. What a sight that would be to watch them descend on a liberal arts college.
Posted on 10/16/16 at 11:52 pm to fr33manator
Hey I goto a "liberal arts college"
I don't know if they would be as success as they would've been against modern weapons
I don't know if they would be as success as they would've been against modern weapons
Posted on 10/17/16 at 12:02 am to BugaPainTrain7
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I don't know if they would be as success as they would've been against modern weapons
Well no, modern weapons tend to have an equalizing factor.
But imagine, a portal opens in the middle of some Big Yankee College during an anti-gun protest...
Vikings stream out, swords and axes and shields ready for blood...
How many little Trigglypuffs do you think will scream "get your hate speech off of campus!" Before heads begin to roll?
I'm a twisted motherfricker
It was a muggy August day in New Orleans, overly hot for the season, but not uncommon to the locals. The air hung heavy and damp as Skronquavious finished mugging his third tourist of the day. A fine haul of 43 dollars, an iPhone and some jewelry had been well worth beating the middle aged New York native about the face with his pistol. He left her whimpering in the alley as he grabbed the front of his sagging pants and walked away. He overheard the sounds of the local news through an open window. Apparently the city council had voted to remove the Confederate statues in the city, to a raucous applause from the assembled natives. Skronquavious mused on how the city was finally doing something to combat the terrible problems of New Orleans, and rounded the corner with a golden smile flashing across his lips.
He stood in the looming shadow. The sun no longer reflected across his grill. He raised his gaze slowly across the grey-green boots. The trunks of metal legs. The oxidized overcoat.
His brown eyes beheld a bronze beard a foot above his head. Metal eyes met his gaze, empty and unfeeling, silently judging him. His own grew wide with confusion and fear, followed by anger. His gun came up perpendicular to the sidewalk and his mouth formed into a sneer as he grabbed his crotch with one hand and fired his pistol into the obstacle in his path, each report accompanied by curse from his lips.
The bullets tore through the figure, punching neat holes through the first layer of metal skin and rattling around as they struck the other side, their velocity not enough to carry them through.
The mouth never moved. The eyes never blinked. Skronquavious's sneer turned to a trembling of lips as the golem swung its sword in a terrible arc. The blade made thick, wet sound as it sliced through his neck in a font of blood. His dreadlocks fanned out in all directions as his head rolled into the gutter, like dice in a back alley game.
The General stood sentinel straight, the red gore dripping fromI his saber. Seems he had his work cut out for him. But after all, it was they that had wanted him to come down...
He stooped down, metal joints creaky from a century of stillness, to wipe his blade upon the crumpled form of the former thug. And then, he began to walk. He had his work cut out for him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The crowd protesting around the confederate monument was a hodgepodge of the most virulent strains of Social Justice Warrior. Women, or rather piles of fat and flesh with short, spiked, dyed hair screamed and cackled, their jiggling arms clutching signs denouncing nebulous "racism" and "patriarchy".
Hipsters with skinny jeans and ironic t-shirts also made up clumps, apathetically vaping, their dreads smelling of patchouli and neglect. Some of the darker denizens of the city endlessly chanted tired and uninspired slogans. A motley crew for certain, annoying passersby with accusations of privilege and racism.
Yet the din began to cease as, one by one, they turned to hear the source of a peculiar, unfamiliar sound coming from down the street.
CLANK
A morbidly obese woman with a green pixie cut craned her flabby neck...
CLANK
A woman in a headscarf lowered her black power fist and stopped yelling at a father and his child and turned around...
CLANK
A skinny white male reached his tattooed hand up to remove his false glasses, sure that his eyes were deceiving him...
CLANK
CLANK
CLANK
The noise stopped, and they stood, spellbound, as the figure that should not be towered over them. There was only silence from the crowd now. No chants, no shouts, just the sound of sirens in the distance and the constant hum of the interstate. The figure stared down at the ones who wished to bring him down from his lofty perch of ages. He frowned, perplexed at this curious assemblage of humanity. And then the silence broke, with a trigglypuff hurling her big gulp at him and screaming "frick YOU SHITLORD!"
The styrofoam cup exploded against his metal chest, sending streams of orange soda splashing to the ground.
He cricked his neck twice, back and forth, as the hambeast continued to scream at him. Then, in one swift motion, he plunged his sword into her gaping maw mid-shriek and silenced the horrid noise. His blade stuck out the back of her fat head, bits of blood and brain clinging to it. The crowd stared, slack jawed, paralyzed by the unreal scene that had played out before them. And then the grim, grisly work began.
This post was edited on 10/17/16 at 12:04 am
Posted on 10/17/16 at 12:19 am to BugaPainTrain7
lasagna
water
water
Posted on 10/17/16 at 1:33 am to Ellis Dee
Water.
4 more hours until I see what must be done
4 more hours until I see what must be done
This post was edited on 10/17/16 at 1:34 am
Posted on 10/17/16 at 5:42 am to fr33manator
Whatever you are doing these days it's a waste of your talents unless it involves you writing a novel or a graphic novel.....something along those lines.
Posted on 10/17/16 at 7:29 am to BugaPainTrain7
quote:
Margot Robbie
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I could bang her and die a happy man.
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