Anons:
A CALL TO ARMS!
Is it possible to be able to monitor someone 24/7 with our combined talents for the next few weeks? If so, I suggest following Cindy No-name. Planefags, hackerfags, traffic camera fags, phonefags, Twitterfags, ALL FAGS, UNITE!
Basically, Yes. Q chose /us/ for a reason, right?
Time to step the game up.
Anons need to be on the bleeding edge of anything going down. We can do it.
Just follow her. Quitely. We can do this. Fucking No-NAME is gone. Shit is going down. We need to be right there when it does. /WE/ can do this. Baker, can /we/ dedicate the next bread to organizing surveilance for Cindy No-Name. Think of how much we will grow if we can pull this off.
Just follow her. Quitely. We can do this. Fucking No-NAME is gone. Shit is going down. We need to be right there when it does. /WE/ can do this. Baker, can /we/ dedicate the next bread to organizing surveilance for Cindy No-Name. Think of how much we will grow if we can pull this off.
Noted…im not a satanist.
Baker? BO? You in? Ask Shia what anons can do with Legendary Tier autism. Can we please dedicate the next bread on how to track Cindy No-Name?
There is no commander. I am asking what yall think. Ideas, anon?
He is worth WAY more than that. His wife is a billionaire. She inherited a fortune from her dad. It is in notables.
Ok. We need her phone number, licence plate, current location and private plane callsign/ FAA registration number. An anon found the airport near their home earlier that she is probably using. It is in notables.
What the fuck did you just fucking say about POTUS, 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.
It never gets old. KEK.
Where is Cindy No-name now?
WE DONT SAY HIS NAME!
…or:
I don’t give a fuck who you are or where you live. You can count on me to be there to bring your fucking life to a hellish end. I’ll put you in so much fucking pain that it’ll make Jesus being nailed to a cross in the desert look like a fucking back massage on a tropical island. I don’t give a fuck how many reps you have or how tough you are IRL, how well you can fight, or how many fucking guns you own to protect yourself. I’ll fucking show up at your house when you aren’t home. I’ll turn all the lights on in your house, leave all the water running, open your fridge door and not close it, and turn your gas stove burners on and let them waste gas. You’re going to start stressing the fuck out, your blood pressure will triple, and you’ll have a fucking heart attack. You’ll go to the hospital for a heart operation, and the last thing you’ll see when you’re being put under in the operating room is me hovering above you, dressed like a doctor. When you wake up after being operated on, wondering what ticking time bomb is in your chest waiting to go off. You’ll recover fully from your heart surgery. And when you walk out the front door of the hospital to go home I’ll run you over with my fucking car out of no where and kill you. I just want you to know how easily I could fucking destroy your pathetic excuse of a life, but how I’d rather go to a great fuckng length to make sure your last remaining days are spent in a living, breathing fucking hell. It’s too late to save yourself, but don’t bother committing suicide either… I’ll fucking resuscitate you and kill you again myself you bitch-faced phaggot. Welcome to hell, population: you
Yes. She probably would. Any twatter anons around?