Thanks Bakes
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I don't name my files, I use what the kun has givith.
Come on now, SP.
We can be frens..
Listen I never combatted with you.
Sure I may have called you a faggot, a retard, pathetic, schizo fighting invisible enemies, a dim minded idiot, complete and absolute garbage, but it was a labor of love.
I didn't want to see you thinking everyone was anyone else other than whom they are.
Please SP, let's stop fighting and come together.
Although our sideshow might entertain some.
Oh come on SP, you've been here longer than three years.
Let's stop fighting and let the past be the past, by gone be by gone.
Can we start new on this day?
We can be frens..
But I am innocence..
No u
Big Bird to Simple Jack
Repeat.
Big Bird to Simple Jack
The cat is out of the bag
Repeat.
The cat is out of the bag
Initiate protocols of the learned bakers of Qresearch.
They've lock onto our position.
Den of Absolute Retards hated me and banned me from their discord on multiple occasions.
8bit told me to neck myself while they consistently b& my niggertits.
I only hop to for ban evasion.
It is dishonest to samefag with sockpuppets.
The weight of your words falls short when you require yourself to confirm yourself.
It is how we are seen by the other that our words hold weight, for beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
For it is true that true sight is reserve to the Lord of lords, King of kings - Christ Jesus.
Let's stop fighting, fren.
You are here a lot and I don't want to be a thorn in you paw Mr. Lion.
Let one small mouse whose contribution is minimal take it from you and offer it to our God, the Christ.
An elven general fought valiantly against maybe demons and evil things, in the forest of his home which was being sieged by such monstrosities.
His blade bathed in black liquid and spilled upon his armor, his body and eventually his mind and spirit.
He wrestled with these forces for hundreds of years, only for the blood of the demons to corrupt his judgement.
Soon the blood was all he could see and not friend nor foe looked in difference.
So he battled his own forces along the forces of darkness, swinging madly into the chaos of war.
Until a wind breathed and washed some of the liquid from his eyes and there he saw that he had plunged his sword into his most valued comrade.
With this sight, tears poured from his eyes and the water cleansed the curse from his body, mind, and spirit.
He realized what he had become, and in a great fury of his deception he ran through the line of demons - straight to a grand general of their army.
Striking him down as the other took his life.
The crowd roared and the people cheered at the redemption of their once great and now honored general.
Contrary to popular belief, my favorite class archetype to play is the healer.
War never changes..
You're right, I'm a sucker for conflict.