Anonymous ID: baffb1 Jan. 22, 2019, 2:19 p.m. No.4864932   🗄️.is đź”—kun   >>4951 >>5063

>>4864627

What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you fucking globetard? I'll have you know I was at the first Flat Earth Society Meeting, and I am a member of the International Flat Earth Society, and I was there for the relaunch of the Flat Earth Society. I have conducted over 100 experiments proving the Earth is flat, I have contributed to several books on Heliocentrism, I am a well respected Flat Earth theorist, and I have been contacted for my expertise by many. You are nothing to me but just another Flat Earth denier. I am friends with all the world's most prominent Flat Earth theorists, I will get them to spam your board with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this (Flat) Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over here? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of Flat Earthers across the USA and the Globe, and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, bitch. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. 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, globie.

Anonymous ID: baffb1 Jan. 22, 2019, 2:24 p.m. No.4865000   🗄️.is đź”—kun   >>5016 >>5035 >>5039 >>5175

>>4864991

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.