This guy is pretty cool

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This guy is an Among Us crewmate

more brain damage than biggie cheese

about that beer you owe me

Did that drop pod didn't hurt, Scorpions llX

Don't call me that on my profile you troglodyte

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It's COOL to be gay!
Post this on the wall of a homosexual friend and tell them how COOL they are :)

worst of the west

i added you because i’m eating food rn hahahaHa

sun nuggets solar babies la uva loca cailfornia's finest

i added you because i want to kill the fortnute epidck

i added you because i came

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♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ juked 096 twice bringing him to less than 200 hp then died but not before mtf spawned so we could finish the job a true chad

wingman

added you because boner zoner boner zoner boner zoner boner zoner boner zoner boner zoner boner zoner

Why do you torture me

Pogger guy thats why

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Lazyneer banning all of us for no reason. Just remembered who your were.

I don't even remember who you are

-rep bad memer

Tell your friend to stop tbagging and get good. Got beaten hard so you all resort to teabagging? Yikes.

This person exists?

Understandable, have a nice day!

Tell your buddy too stop tbagging and get good <3
Got bodied hard so y'all resort too tbagging? Yikes~

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Propane and propane accessories

Ah, a fellow scientist!

Oh btw wingman i added u because i wanted to be freinds after a while ago we trolled a kid on trade server and realized almost 2 years later that i found ur profile

as a heavy main on deathmatch servers your pfp perfectly reflects your personality

AhAh! Now you think all the posts I respond to are actually me in disguise! Ultimate paranoia!

I’m going to make an alt so I can post stuff of forums and then debate myself.

Because it's a title that's hard to earn, and isn't just handed out to anyone.

But why formerly?

"Formally known as the best wingman of all time"

T̸h̀e̷ ̴̶͠r͏i̵gh͠͠͞t̡́͠ ̵̡͢m̛a̧n ̧͠͞i̸̧͠ń̨ ͏͝th̢͡é̕ ͢wrón̷g ̢ṕ͡͝l̡̀͠ac̡͢e̶̛͜ ̛͠ç̡͜a̢n̡͟ ̡m͠a͟͡k͝͡ę͢͝ ̡͜͢a͘͞l͡l̨͘͡ ̴͏t́͝hȩ ̸͢͞d͏̛i͞͠ff͘e̴r̴̀҉en҉̸ce̡͘͠ ̶͘ì̸̸n̢͏͘ t҉́he͞ ͞w̴̸or̶̢̛l҉͢͠ḑ͢͞.̶̡ ͢S͘o͟͢,͏ ̴͡w͟͡a͠k̶͜e͢͝͡ ͢u̵̡҉ṕ͜, M̡͘͡r.͘͜ ̷͢F͢r̴̢ee̶̛҉m̵a̶̢ǹ͢.͘͡͠ ̵͟W̛͢á̸k͘͏e͢҉ ͜͠u̶p̶͜ ͘͜an̵d̡ ̷̵͠s͟m̡ȩ̵́l͜l̢̧̨ ̸̡t̛̀͡h̶é́ ͠as̢͞ḩ̵͜és͜.

Thank you Kanye! Very Cool!

http://www.marclaidlaw.com/epistle-3/

it's epistle 3 btw

lmao

it would take like 10 minutes for me to keep going, do you want me to?

This bizarre phenomenon initially seemed an effect caused by an immense Disparate lensing system, Alex and I soon realized that what we were actually seeing was the luxury liner Hyperborea itself, phasing in and out of existence at the focus of the Disparate devices. The aliens had erected their compound to study and seize the ship whenever it materialized. What Dr. Maas had provided were not coordinates for where the sub was located, but instead for where it was predicted to arrive. The liner was oscillating in and out of our reality, its pulses were gradually steadying, but there was no guarantee it would settle into place for long–or at all. We determined that we must put ourselves into position to board it at the instant it became completely physical.

It is still unclear to me exactly what brought down our little aircraft. The following hours spent traversing the frigid waste in a blizzard are also a jumbled blur, ill-remembered and poorly defined. The next thing I clearly recall is our final approach to the coordinates Dr. Maas had provided, and where we expected to find the Hyperborea. What we found instead was a complex fortified installation, showing all the hallmarks of sinister Disparate technology. It surrounded a large open field of ice. Of the Hyperborea itself there was no sign…or not at first. But as we stealthily infiltrated the Disparate installation, we noticed a recurent, strangely coherent auroral effect–as of a vast hologram fading in and out of view.

Elly had felt strongly that the Hyperborea should be destroyed rather than allow it to fall into the hands of the Disparate. Others on our team disagreed, believing that the Hyperborea might hold the secret to the revolution’s success. Either way, the arguments were moot until we found the vessel. Therefore, immediately after the service for Dr. Vaunt, Alex and I boarded a seaplane and set off for the Antarctic; a much larger support team, mainly militia, was to follow by separate transport.

To begin with, as you may recall from the closing paragraphs of my previous missive, the death of Elly Vaunt shook us all. The Research & Rebellion team was traumatized, unable to be sure how much of our plan might be compromised, and whether it made any sense to go on at all as we had intended. And yet, once Elly had been buried, we found the strength and courage to regroup. It was the strong belief of her brave son, the feisty Alex Vaunt, that we should continue on as his mother had wished. We had the Antarctic coordinates, transmitted by Elly’s long-time assistant, Dr. Jerry Maas, which we believed to mark the location of the lost luxury liner Hyperborea.

Dearest Playa,
I hope this letter finds you well. I can hear your complaint already, “Gertie Fremont, we have not heard from you in ages!” Well, if you care to hear excuses, I have plenty, the greatest of them being I’ve been in other dimensions and whatnot, unable to reach you by the usual means. This was the case until eighteen months ago, when I experienced a critical change in my circumstances, and was redeposited on these shores. In the time since, I have been able to think occasionally about how best to describe the intervening years, my years of silence. I do first apologize for the wait, and that done, hasten to finally explain (albeit briefly, quickly, and in very little detail) events following those described in my previous letter (referred to herewith as Epistle 2).

oma wa mu, shinderu

N-Nani?!