TYB
That's Angron, Primarch of the 12th legion, fallen to chaos, chosen of Khorne.
You must be new here.
The fuck you lookin' at?
Great New York Boobs, she's got 'em.
What is in my pocket?
Yeah, they're getting worked up. Panic to the point it's almost physical rather than just consciousness.
HEY, SHILLS! ARE YOU WINNING? DOES IT FEEL LIKE YOU'RE WINNING?
Yes, because thinking for yourself is proof of group-think, as well as posting a single-minded narrative over and over and over, 24/7 for decades.
"You…," they said in disbelief.
Not me. ALL the brothers and sisters I hold the line with. ALL the patriots worldwide that have had enough of this evil cancer. This is them, not me, I'm just the loser with the big mouth.
>Just pretend you're in an elevator with morans.
Overcoming the self-embarrassment of farting in an elevator can be quite amusing depending on the situation.
The human turd is trying to intimidate with his size and fame, rather than reason and fact. Fuck that chucklefuck goofball. Bouncing a ball for a living was hardly a talent worthy of millions, in my opinion. Nor is running his idiotic mouth to enforce the globalist agenda. And I thought I was a loser.
Trying a new angle? The wording and overtone may have changed, but the narrative and undertone remains unchanged. Better luck next time, losers.
Open fist or closed?
Oh look, a hypothetical to enforce the narrative you're trying to push. How novel. I've never seen a shill use that before, so that means you must be legit, right? Dumbfuck.
>If
Yes, hypothetical. You need fiction, imagination to craft your narrative, relying on it being absorbed by pliant minds that have been conditioned. Foundations of lies always crumble eventually. Better luck next time.
Sure thing, ~~afterthought~~. Go find a new cloak. That one is useless, like you.
>eat a bag of shit you retarded white knight faggot
Are you angry? You shouldn't let your emotions get the best of you in this place. It allows you to make mistakes. But that's the whole point, isn't it? The slow crawl of the walls closing in around you, fractions of fractions of an inch at a time, so slow you didn't even realize it until it was too late. Your panic will be directly proportional to the pressure. You are going to get very sloppy in the coming months. And I will be here to rub your nose in your own shit. Have a nice day, enjoy your stay, and have fun.
>if you mistake me for being angry
I didn't mistake you for anything. Notice how I asked if you were angry, rather than saying you were? That opened the door for you to be receptive to my seed. Enjoy. Do you want your seethe now or later? Let's go with later, shall we?
> receptive to my seed.
I got jokes and I don't even know it. KEK!
>←
Muscle memory really is a son of a bitch, isn't it. Extremely, if not impossible to hide between personas, or baselines as you like to call them. Did you stop to consider the baseline between your baselines? I don't think you did.
Find a new cloak. That one is tattered, and provides no cover.