Look at my buns.
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I didn't think it would end this way.
End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take.
The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it…
What? See what?
White shores, and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise.
Well, that isn't so bad.
No. No, it isn't.
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RIP EASTON, HONORARY HIGHEST-RANKING ANON
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Good morning shills, globalists and DS'ers.
Your day of reckoning inches ever closer.
YOU will not be able to walk down the street.
Someday, your monuments and structures will BURN.
The only thing that will be left of your existence will be the records of your treachery and villainy for all to read.
We will NEVER forgive or forget what you've done to our world.
NAVY ISLAND. 1837. OUR REPUBLIC WILL RISE AGAIN!
TRUE NORTH STRONG AND FREE.
Why are we in this Hell?
I realized something. WE'RE not being punished.
WE ARE THE PUNISHMENT.
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To the GLOBALISTS and ALL that enable them, in the words of Thanos:
In time, you will know what it's like to lose.
To feel so desperately that you're right, yet to FAIL all the same.
Dread it. Run from it. Destiny arrives all the same. And now, it's here. Or should I say… WE ARE.
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THE HUNTERS BECOME THE HUNTED