Whatever happened to the Rylember 5908 account?

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Looks cool, but anime.

Never market to vegans.

Guy, the portal is directly in between Voi and Mombassa

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Quote from: Assassin 11D7 on February 24, 2016, 07:43:27 PM

bruh, you live like 30 minutes away from me.

Grosse Pointe, right?

No, the other marker nearby.

Grosse Pointe Shores? I refer to that whole area as Grosse Pointe, lol.

or are you being sarcastic >.>

No, why would I be sarcastic?

bruh, you live like 30 minutes away from me.

Quote from: Trump will create waifus on February 24, 2016, 04:27:27 PM

I personally don't care about em. Living in a rural area though, I know that hunting rifles have their usage here, so I got nothing against that. For personal protection, I don't have problems with people having a gun in their home as well. I just don't sympathize with those who think "we need guns from stopping the government from oppressing us." A handgun isn't going to stop a government that owns nukes and unmanned drones.

at one point it may have been possible to overthrow the government, but in modern times we're pretty much fucked if shtf

If there was any reason for a serious rebellion to happen the federal government would be shitting its frilly panties. Infrastructure is shit, media and government communication/surveillance would crash if communications lines were taken down, and there would undoubtedly be large numbers of defectors in the military/Gov't agencies.

They won't outright take gun rights away or do anything else drastic because of this.

Stop playing, seek help.

What is the question?

I can't fucking breathe. Holy shit these people are retarded.

Trump supporters have never known the touch of a woman, perhaps never will.

It was a normal day, just like any other, almost. Commissars were shooting their men, etc. But there I was, with the Red Rivers, sitting on some shithole of a bunker, when we just heard this loud crash. Of course, we thought it was an attack, it being in the middle of the damn night and all. A few of the guardsmen jumped next to the bunker wall, while I hit the ground. Suddenly, another crash was heard, this time closer. It sounded like it came from the inside of the bunker.

“IT’S MY DAY OFF!” Khârn spoke as he broke the reinforced concrete wall, smashed a few guardsman directly in his path, and ran off. I didn’t know what had happened until a bit later.

Across the land, several hundred kilometers out, lived a farmer, who took care of his heard of bronto-cattle. When he awoke this day, he grabbed his boots, put on his hat, got his tools, and stepped out the door, where several hundred dinosaur sized cattle were flipped on their backs with their insides scatter around the field. Carved in each one with what looked like a rusty fence post was the words “IT’S MY DAY OFF”.

Blood of the people, skin of the innocent, bones of the pure, all laid out in a complex pattern. The cultists performed the exact ritual, syllable to movements, all in accordance with whatever Tzeentch had wished. Skies were darkening, wildlife fleeing, storms that shouldn’t happen this time of year started appearing. Then, out from the bushes, Khârn leapt, slamming a cultist into the arrangement, and instantly turning him into liquefied pulp. Across the land, a sound of a giant record stopping was heard.

A single cultist watched as Khârn continued on his way, oblivious to the ritual. “Wow, I wasn’t expecting that”. He was then instantly destroyed.

The commissar watched the mountains surrounding him. Fortified in his city, waiting for the forces of Chaos to come, all he needed was to wait until- “ENEMY SPOTTED. FIRE ON COORDINATES” A voice screamed through his earpiece. The basilisks quickly responded, firing at all the coordinates shouted through the comm. units. Eventually, they exhausted their ammo. The Commissar looked on the mountains, expecting to see the ruined army of Chaos. Instead, he saw nothing but splintered trees and rocks, and the craters from the barrage, which seemed to spell out “IT’S MY DAY OFF!”

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