>>402 What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo.
I wish I hadn't gone up those stairs. I should've stayed at the bottom and let some other poor bastard make the discovery. But how could I ignore that godawful noise? That low, dull wailing, fitfully punctuated with high-pitched screams of grief. I couldn't bear it, and so I climbed the stairs. The pictures on the wall told nothing out of the ordinary: your average domestic happily married bliss. But of course, these had all been taken years ago, back before Andrew had to go away. In the later pictures you could already see the dark and troubled expressions clouding his face. And then, after a point, there were no pictures. The most recent photo was dated nearly 3 years ago. Its frame was smashed and judging from the dent in the wall, it looked like somebody had thrown it with tremendous anger. It was the most recent picture of them. The last one taken before Andrew was taken to the hospital. As much as I tried to convince myself that this was just a normal domestic row, I knew in my heart that I... I wouldn't be ready for what lay behind that door. And then I saw him. crouched over her body, blood everywhere. Up his arms. On the bed. Splattered across the wall and flecked across his face. Her limbs jutted out at broken angles, and her face... oh christ, her face. If it hadn't been their house, I wouldn't have known it was her. And there he was, just bawling his eyes out, still clutching the bloodied bronze statue, his face beetroot-red with rage, grief and bloody frenzy. Trying his best to push her mangled face back into some semblance of order, trying to smooth out the creases in her dress with his fumbling fingers.
Jesus christ, Andrew. Two days. That's all you'd been out for. Two fucking days.
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Anonymous2013-01-29 1:45
deep unmeltable ice
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Anonymous2013-01-29 1:46
eri
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Anonymous2013-01-29 1:47
">tfw no CAPTCHA"
feels good man
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dsyfo!.gassySass2013-01-29 1:51
>>418
no captcha? can the text boards be exploited for secure tripcode cracking?
HSG, I did something I'm not too proud of. Earlier today at the pharmacy, there was a really great sale on this cheap shampoo, so I decided I was going to buy a container. However, as I was about to take one and head to the cashier, I saw a rather large group of green shampoo containers. The soap inside was nearly the exact same color as sopor slime. I have this fantasy about being a troll for a day, and that fantasy includes sleeping in a recuperacoon. In a fit of desperation to fulfill my dream, i bought all the tubes of green shampoo. The cashier gave me a very strange look and I began to regret my decision, but the deed was done. I sped home and then took the shampoo up to my bathroom. I emptied all the bottles into my bathtub, being sure to plug it up first. I threw the empty bottles out, stripped naked, and eased myself into the tub. It wasn't completely filled up with the slime, but it smelled amazing, like green tea almost. I stayed in there for what seemed like forever, just thinking about being a troll. I even masturbated in the fake sopor, pretending my dick was a bone bulge. It was only when I went to get out of the tub that I realized what I had done. How was I going to rinse all this soap off my body? How was I going to wash it out of the bathtub? I'm writing this still half covered in the stuff. Help, HSG.
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Anonymous2013-02-01 16:21
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Anonymous2013-02-01 17:02
HUSTLE BONES COMIN OUT MY MOUTH
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Anonymous2013-02-01 19:27
Fuck YOU
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Anonymous2013-02-01 21:58
*wwalk2 iintwwo thread*
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Anonymous2013-02-01 22:06
hsg does anyone know shit about learnin moonrunes
I'm watchin namasensei, but he's not gonna teach kanji and hm