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The battle of the Titans began over forty thousand years ago, two civilized factions sworn to destroy their adversaries. It was the dark age of cannibalism, murder, betrayal and brutal massacring; nothing has been forgotten to this day, except the ability to write controllably, and contain even a certain degree of dignity…
Disturbingly the newbie tribe developed a wrist malformation, disabling them to write constructively. A few survivors from the brutal battle escaped unscathed, they were the ones who would live long enough to see regularity, and on some occasions would be knighted, as a Notable.
The newbie tribe have never forgiven the Regulars for their massacring so many years ago, and continue to battle, with an onslaught of ‘spasticated’ words, phrases and, when they have the brain capacity to do so, posts. Regulars became aggravated by there constant miss-use of words, like ‘ow du u win a gamez on dis site?’ Many dared to offend their elders, whom were clearly able to destroy them mentally, with the gift of wit.
The newbie ethnic group grew stronger as new ‘memberzzzzz’ joined the battlefield of Special Reserve. The Regulars were soon tired and became immune to the newbie’s spontaneous outbursts of absolute nonsensical trash. The regulars learned to shun the newbies who were clearly retarded.
The tables soon turned, and the newbies tried to impress the regulars. This amused the regulars with their pathetic attempts to fit in. A few of the regulars whom shall be known as the more tasteful characters found ways of destroying the ‘newbie scum’, in many torment-full ways. Often, Black Glove and I would pick out a newbie from the crowd and feed upon their tough, rigid life forms. Despite risking developing newbitus, we enjoyed the soft tissue like formation they appeared to made from.
More spasticated minibus loads of rabid Newbies appeared and sprayed the battleground with their spam graffiti trademark. But the regulars simply laid down land mines, and despite murdering thousands of innocent civilians, the Newbie tribe were buried in the ground, where the farmyard animals now urinate.
‘Now we r dedded bcos of u!!!!1’ one Dead newbie exclaimed, as he slipped into the finest depths of hell. Let it be known, that you newbie scum who cross the forces who are stronger than you, shall be skinned alive, and dipped in the sea, where you shall be dismantled by the rough waves, and sea salt crashing openly against your organs.
Keep it clean, don't spam.
Whear a helmet.
Disturbingly the newbie tribe developed a wrist malformation, disabling them to write constructively. A few survivors from the brutal battle escaped unscathed, they were the ones who would live long enough to see regularity, and on some occasions would be knighted, as a Notable.
The newbie tribe have never forgiven the Regulars for their massacring so many years ago, and continue to battle, with an onslaught of ‘spasticated’ words, phrases and, when they have the brain capacity to do so, posts. Regulars became aggravated by there constant miss-use of words, like ‘ow du u win a gamez on dis site?’ Many dared to offend their elders, whom were clearly able to destroy them mentally, with the gift of wit.
The newbie ethnic group grew stronger as new ‘memberzzzzz’ joined the battlefield of Special Reserve. The Regulars were soon tired and became immune to the newbie’s spontaneous outbursts of absolute nonsensical trash. The regulars learned to shun the newbies who were clearly retarded.
The tables soon turned, and the newbies tried to impress the regulars. This amused the regulars with their pathetic attempts to fit in. A few of the regulars whom shall be known as the more tasteful characters found ways of destroying the ‘newbie scum’, in many torment-full ways. Often, Black Glove and I would pick out a newbie from the crowd and feed upon their tough, rigid life forms. Despite risking developing newbitus, we enjoyed the soft tissue like formation they appeared to made from.
More spasticated minibus loads of rabid Newbies appeared and sprayed the battleground with their spam graffiti trademark. But the regulars simply laid down land mines, and despite murdering thousands of innocent civilians, the Newbie tribe were buried in the ground, where the farmyard animals now urinate.
‘Now we r dedded bcos of u!!!!1’ one Dead newbie exclaimed, as he slipped into the finest depths of hell. Let it be known, that you newbie scum who cross the forces who are stronger than you, shall be skinned alive, and dipped in the sea, where you shall be dismantled by the rough waves, and sea salt crashing openly against your organs.
Keep it clean, don't spam.
Whear a helmet.
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Slap them on the forehead then just let it go...
Garlic Bread!? wrote:
> We shall fight them on the beaches, we shall fight them in the
> trenches!
We shall put them in giant blenders, and gently lean onto the 'on' button. We shall then watch in awe as the mixture progresses :D
> We shall fight them on the beaches, we shall fight them in the
> trenches!
We shall put them in giant blenders, and gently lean onto the 'on' button. We shall then watch in awe as the mixture progresses :D
We shall fight them on the beaches, we shall fight them in the trenches!
The battle of the Titans began over forty thousand years ago, two civilized factions sworn to destroy their adversaries. It was the dark age of cannibalism, murder, betrayal and brutal massacring; nothing has been forgotten to this day, except the ability to write controllably, and contain even a certain degree of dignity…
Disturbingly the newbie tribe developed a wrist malformation, disabling them to write constructively. A few survivors from the brutal battle escaped unscathed, they were the ones who would live long enough to see regularity, and on some occasions would be knighted, as a Notable.
The newbie tribe have never forgiven the Regulars for their massacring so many years ago, and continue to battle, with an onslaught of ‘spasticated’ words, phrases and, when they have the brain capacity to do so, posts. Regulars became aggravated by there constant miss-use of words, like ‘ow du u win a gamez on dis site?’ Many dared to offend their elders, whom were clearly able to destroy them mentally, with the gift of wit.
The newbie ethnic group grew stronger as new ‘memberzzzzz’ joined the battlefield of Special Reserve. The Regulars were soon tired and became immune to the newbie’s spontaneous outbursts of absolute nonsensical trash. The regulars learned to shun the newbies who were clearly retarded.
The tables soon turned, and the newbies tried to impress the regulars. This amused the regulars with their pathetic attempts to fit in. A few of the regulars whom shall be known as the more tasteful characters found ways of destroying the ‘newbie scum’, in many torment-full ways. Often, Black Glove and I would pick out a newbie from the crowd and feed upon their tough, rigid life forms. Despite risking developing newbitus, we enjoyed the soft tissue like formation they appeared to made from.
More spasticated minibus loads of rabid Newbies appeared and sprayed the battleground with their spam graffiti trademark. But the regulars simply laid down land mines, and despite murdering thousands of innocent civilians, the Newbie tribe were buried in the ground, where the farmyard animals now urinate.
‘Now we r dedded bcos of u!!!!1’ one Dead newbie exclaimed, as he slipped into the finest depths of hell. Let it be known, that you newbie scum who cross the forces who are stronger than you, shall be skinned alive, and dipped in the sea, where you shall be dismantled by the rough waves, and sea salt crashing openly against your organs.
Keep it clean, don't spam.
Whear a helmet.
Disturbingly the newbie tribe developed a wrist malformation, disabling them to write constructively. A few survivors from the brutal battle escaped unscathed, they were the ones who would live long enough to see regularity, and on some occasions would be knighted, as a Notable.
The newbie tribe have never forgiven the Regulars for their massacring so many years ago, and continue to battle, with an onslaught of ‘spasticated’ words, phrases and, when they have the brain capacity to do so, posts. Regulars became aggravated by there constant miss-use of words, like ‘ow du u win a gamez on dis site?’ Many dared to offend their elders, whom were clearly able to destroy them mentally, with the gift of wit.
The newbie ethnic group grew stronger as new ‘memberzzzzz’ joined the battlefield of Special Reserve. The Regulars were soon tired and became immune to the newbie’s spontaneous outbursts of absolute nonsensical trash. The regulars learned to shun the newbies who were clearly retarded.
The tables soon turned, and the newbies tried to impress the regulars. This amused the regulars with their pathetic attempts to fit in. A few of the regulars whom shall be known as the more tasteful characters found ways of destroying the ‘newbie scum’, in many torment-full ways. Often, Black Glove and I would pick out a newbie from the crowd and feed upon their tough, rigid life forms. Despite risking developing newbitus, we enjoyed the soft tissue like formation they appeared to made from.
More spasticated minibus loads of rabid Newbies appeared and sprayed the battleground with their spam graffiti trademark. But the regulars simply laid down land mines, and despite murdering thousands of innocent civilians, the Newbie tribe were buried in the ground, where the farmyard animals now urinate.
‘Now we r dedded bcos of u!!!!1’ one Dead newbie exclaimed, as he slipped into the finest depths of hell. Let it be known, that you newbie scum who cross the forces who are stronger than you, shall be skinned alive, and dipped in the sea, where you shall be dismantled by the rough waves, and sea salt crashing openly against your organs.
Keep it clean, don't spam.
Whear a helmet.
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