Anybody save those Kinder screenshots?

Step 1: Does the Original Poster have an opinion?
Yes: Call Him a faggot
No: Step 2

Step 2: Has the Original Poster failed to convey what he is trying to explain accurately/posted something that is slightly autistic?
Yes: Tell him to kill himself
No: Step 3

Step 3: At this point it's safe to say that your thread is a shitpost, therefore the only correct response is:
leL xDDDDD boasting in la epoch tread

So unless you have a better reason for adding it to the navbar (like a new homepage maybe), listen to reason.

This being the internet, we all have an affinity for wallpapers, right?
I know many of you have several hundred.

Well, I want to take a moment to look at the dankest wallpapers.
If your wallpaper is not currently at optimal dankness, please redanken and post.


Desktop

Start Menu

Many of you are familiar with the avatar Slash made for me


But I have added a new one to my rotational block, thanks to T1TD for inspiration.

After I've gone through and read all of the threads on all of the boards, I have to wait for the AIs to automatically generate  new posts for me to fight, and after dustbin gets banned, I have to wait several days or weeks for another mega-libtard boss battle.

If I don't reach the next level soon, with bonus quests and extra boards to explore, I'm gonna go play some 4chan.

fixd

https://userstyles.org/styles/110200/technicolor-for-sep7
Even if you are perfectly content with the site's current colour scheme, I would encourage you to at least try the Original Blue setting.

This script lets you choose one of six background colours, including:
•Original Blue
•Red
•Green
•Purple
•Indigo
•Random(of those listed above)
•420 RYLE EDITION

Enjoy/give feedback please.

We are actively investigating issues impacting players' ability to sign in to Destiny on PlayStation 4. Until resolved, players may experience disconnects or be unable to sign in.

Hitler was a handsome, talented man who commanded the respect of his peers, as well as being gentle and giving to all of those around him. He had the love of a beautiful woman, and the indisputable dignity of leading the greatest nation on the face of the earth.

The only similarity between him and Cheat is that both run a Destiny fansite.

Won WWII.
The rest of the countries barely even helped.

What the DeeJ did you just DeeJing say about me, you little DeeJ? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Marty Seals,  and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Desti-Qaeda, and I have over 360 confirmed noscopes. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top swordsniper in the entire Halo 2 population. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the DeeJ out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Installation, mark my DeeJing words. You think you can get away with making that DeeJ tier game for me called Destiny? Think again, DeeJ. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of neets and weebs 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 community. You’re DeeJing dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my one exotic weapon. say Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marty Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable DeeJ off the face of the continent, you little DeeJ. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little shitty game was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your DeeJing tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you DeeJ idiot. I will DeeJ fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re DeeJing dead, kiddo.

imode

What is it?
Why does it exist?

T4R =/= 1

You know what to do.

"This won't be long." I softly said as grabbed a knife from the metal table to my right. You're body laying on a larger metal table in front of me, a dim light pours what little light it can onto you and the nearby floor. "I promise". I doped you up just prior, so you won't feel a thing, but still conscious enough to see what is going on, just what I wanted. I placed my right hand on your left side and became to cut a vertical slice down the right half of your upper chest. After reaching the bottom of roughly parrell to your belly button, I stopped, and began to slowly walk clockwise around you. My heavy shoes clanging on the hard flooring. Now on your other side, I placed my hand on your chest again and started to cut another vertical cut on your left. The sharp blade was no trouble go through your skin.

Once I reached the bottom. I made two quick slices at the top and bottom, cutting a rectangle into your chest. I placed the knife back on the and swapped it for another tool, similar to that of a metal spatula. I poked my finger in one of the corners of the rectangle cut and hooked it up, while I took the spatula and lifted your skin, like how you would grab a piece of a baked lasagna. I pulled up the piece of skin and tossed it onto the cold hard floor. Revealing your inner organs. "Now the fun can begin." I whispered quietly to you as I tightened the plastic gloves I had on. I danced my finger around your organs and rib cage for a few seconds, then I swiftly grabbed the sharp knife again and made several cuts to your small intestine.

I pulled several feet of your intestine out of you and cut if of. Letting me fumble it around like a slimy worm. I wrapped the intestine around my neck like a scarf and finished pulling the remaining length out and threw it onto the ground beside the flab of skin. I patted my hands on my apron to remove some blood and shoved them back into your chest and ripped out your stomach. It had a mixture of smooth and rough texture as I squished it. I took a quick glance at your face and I could sense the horrified look in your eyes. So I began to squeeze in the stomach in so anything inside it would push out the end where the esophagus meets. A vile goo seeped out onto your right hand leaving a horrid stench. I dipped my index finger into the goo and shoved it into my mouth. After a deep swallow. I looked at you and asked "Want to try some?"

I moved up to your mouth. Pressing my bloodied fingers into your cheeks. I took the knife again, pulled your jaw down and stabbed it into your tongue. With several brutal insertions, I tore out the mangled bits and put them in my mouth. Digesting them. "Yummy. A little chewy, but not bad." I let my grip on your jaw, it stayed open since you have no control over body functions. Peering over my table of tools, the ends of your intestine just barely touching the metal, I grabbed the pliers. "I'm sure you know what I'll do with this." I placed my arm along the top of your right wrist and took the pryers and grasped your ring finger, just past the first joint. With a few tight pulls and squeezes I managed to rip off your finger and I placed it into your mouth, with the remains of your mangled tongue. I eventually did this to your middle and index finger. With a new sharp blade, the other one once beginning to dull. I took the knife, waved in around in circles above your right eye and thrusted it through your retina. With one final touch I coiled your intestine on your collarbone. "All done....For now.." I pulled off my gloves and walked off into the surrounding shadows.