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[Copypasta]Not your typical 12 year old ;)
twitchquotes:I'm twelve but everyone says I am very mature for my age and say I'm basically 16. Also, I love real bands like AC/DC and punk rock like green day so I'm not your typical 12 year old.
I'm twelve but everyone says I am very mature for my age and say I'm basically 16. Also, I love real bands like AC/DC and punk rock like green day so I'm not your typical 12 year old. ;)
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Hikaru and Magnus fanfic
twitchquotes:"Your chess is insane." Hikaru said, as he slipped his feminine hand into Magnus's pants and smirked. "Are you trying to mate me?" protests Magnus, as Hikaru blushes, the boyish figure undressed before Magnus. "Weak tempo play, Hikaru." The two kissed, deeply and passionately, and afterwards Magnus places his Rook into Hikarus open line.
"Your chess is insane." Hikaru said, as he slipped his feminine hand into Magnus's pants and smirked. "Are you trying to mate me?" protests Magnus, as Hikaru blushes, the boyish figure undressed before Magnus. "Weak tempo play, Hikaru." The two kissed, deeply and passionately, and afterwards Magnus places his Rook into Hikarus open line.
A Jerma clone showed up at my school as a substitute once
A Jerma clone showed up at my school as a substitute once. He comes is and is posturing like he’s really tall and large but the guy couldn’t be more than 5’4”. The class starts and he is just sitting there in quietly staring forward in the front of the class with an awfully distorted picture of his face that said “The required information is in the lab directions” but he never handed us anything. This goes on for a minute until one of the talkative kids just asks if he is okay he hadn’t even taken a breath yet and veins were popping out of his neck and forehead. The moment the kid made a noise he stated wildly shaking his head around while making high pitched laser(?) sounds. Worst period of geology I’ve ever had. The rest was just him passing out the lab sheet but he would just hold it toward them motionless until they reached for it and he would snatch it away and laugh at them right in their face. Couldn’t find a more fucked guy if I tried. I'll edit in the image if anyone got a pic of it.
A Jerma clone showed up at my school as a substitute once. He comes is and is posturing like he’s really tall and large but the guy couldn’t be more than 5’4”. The class starts and he is just sitting there in quietly staring forward in the front of the class with an awfully distorted picture of his face that said “The required information is in the lab directions” but he never handed us anything. This goes on for a minute until one of the talkative kids just asks if he is okay he hadn’t even taken a breath yet and veins were popping out of his neck and forehead. The moment the kid made a noise he stated wildly shaking his head around while making high pitched laser(?) sounds. Worst period of geology I’ve ever had. The rest was just him passing out the lab sheet but he would just hold it toward them motionless until they reached for it and he would snatch it away and laugh at them right in their face. Couldn’t find a more fucked guy if I tried. I'll edit in the image if anyone got a pic of it.
Amogus 700 years in the future
Imagine, 700 years in the future, through some last vestige of the internet kept in an underground server, a notification miraculously appears on your device (which has been preserved in nuclear dust from the 5th world war). One night, an alien working a late shift at the museum of archeology notices the cracked screen suddenly light up, and upon it, one word arises from the battered code: Amogus. They do not know what this word means. They ponder it deeply. They scour the ancient tomes, desperate to understand its mystifying origin. It drives them mad. Is it a primeval cipher? The motto of a bygone civilization? A message from God? Night after night they study it by candlelight. They flip through pages in books so old, the slightest cough would turn the paper to a fine off-white powder. The answer is nowhere to be found. And then they are struck by a revelation: I was not meant to know this word. Its esoteric nature escapes my grasp for a reason. What if its meaning is too enlightening to bear? With this revelation comes anger. Spite. Despair. Why shouldn't I understand it?! What cosmic forces are there at play to keep me from such knowledge?! In a fit of desperate rage, they shatter your device against a wall and exclaim, arms raised to the heavens: "This is literally 1984!" Silence... Their pleas are unanswered. Sadly, in the end, their inability to unlock the word's meaning drives them to suicide. Its secrets are never known. So I ask you this: is it better to die having never understood the true mind-bending nature of Amogus, or to be driven mad by the little spaceman in his blood-red suit? If you knew enlightenment would render you incapable of living on this mortal earth without making daily references to a game of space mafia, would you accept it? With knowledge comes power, but also endless suffering. Choose wisely, and be wary when standing at the edge of that great abyss we call "the Truth," lest you fall too deep.
Imagine, 700 years in the future, through some last vestige of the internet kept in an underground server, a notification miraculously appears on your device (which has been preserved in nuclear dust from the 5th world war). One night, an alien working a late shift at the museum of archeology notices the cracked screen suddenly light up, and upon it, one word arises from the battered code: Amogus. They do not know what this word means. They ponder it deeply. They scour the ancient tomes, desperate to understand its mystifying origin. It drives them mad. Is it a primeval cipher? The motto of a bygone civilization? A message from God? Night after night they study it by candlelight. They flip through pages in books so old, the slightest cough would turn the paper to a fine off-white powder. The answer is nowhere to be found. And then they are struck by a revelation: I was not meant to know this word. Its esoteric nature escapes my grasp for a reason. What if its meaning is too enlightening to bear? With this revelation comes anger. Spite. Despair. Why shouldn't I understand it?! What cosmic forces are there at play to keep me from such knowledge?! In a fit of desperate rage, they shatter your device against a wall and exclaim, arms raised to the heavens: "This is literally 1984!" Silence... Their pleas are unanswered. Sadly, in the end, their inability to unlock the word's meaning drives them to suicide. Its secrets are never known. So I ask you this: is it better to die having never understood the true mind-bending nature of Amogus, or to be driven mad by the little spaceman in his blood-red suit? If you knew enlightenment would render you incapable of living on this mortal earth without making daily references to a game of space mafia, would you accept it? With knowledge comes power, but also endless suffering. Choose wisely, and be wary when standing at the edge of that great abyss we call "the Truth," lest you fall too deep.
I want thank chat for many message, help cover our trail
twitchquotes:Hello pals sorry for bad england. I come on website to speak to girl from village. Is place where she can speak without state see because message move fast. I talk with her once month. Cost twenty fennix money for half hour internet to talk. I want thank chat for many message, help cover our trail. No copy my heartfelt message please
Hello pals sorry for bad england. I come on website to speak to girl from village. Is place where she can speak without state see because message move fast. I talk with her once month. Cost twenty fennix money for half hour internet to talk. I want thank chat for many message, help cover our trail. No copy my heartfelt message please
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Atrocious Acts Accomplished at Affordable Rates
Barbaric Business Bartered at Bargain Costs
Contemptible Coups Carried out at Cut Rates
Dastardly Doings Dealt at Discounted Payments
Evil Endeavors Enacted at Extraordinary Deals
Filthy Feats Furnished through Fair Expenses
Gross Games Garnished through Good Contracts
Heinous Hooliganism Haggled to Humble Budget
Immoral Incidents Issued at Inconsequential Fees
Jarring Jobs Judged Justly Priced
Kriminal Kapers Kompleted at Kompetitive Prices
Licentious Larceny Licensed at Low Tariffs
Malicious Missions Made with Minimal Resources
Nefarious Notions Negotiated at Negligible Charges
Ominous Operations Outsourced at Optimal Prices
Perilous Performances Priced at Pocket Change
Questionable Quests Quarried at Quackpot Terms
Rambunctious Rackets Realized at Reduced Figures
Sinister Shenanigans Supplied at Satisfactory Pay
Thuggish Things Terminated at Trivial Fees
Unscrupulous Undertakings Unleashed at Unusual Discount
Villanous Ventures Valued at Vexing Costs.
Wicked Work Waged at Wee Fares
Xecrable Xploits Xecuted Xtremely Inexpensively
Yucky Yerks Yielded as Year-End Sales
Zany Zinging Zoned for Zero Markup
Atrocious Acts Accomplished at Affordable Rates
Barbaric Business Bartered at Bargain Costs
Contemptible Coups Carried out at Cut Rates
Dastardly Doings Dealt at Discounted Payments
Evil Endeavors Enacted at Extraordinary Deals
Filthy Feats Furnished through Fair Expenses
Gross Games Garnished through Good Contracts
Heinous Hooliganism Haggled to Humble Budget
Immoral Incidents Issued at Inconsequential Fees
Jarring Jobs Judged Justly Priced
Kriminal Kapers Kompleted at Kompetitive Prices
Licentious Larceny Licensed at Low Tariffs
Malicious Missions Made with Minimal Resources
Nefarious Notions Negotiated at Negligible Charges
Ominous Operations Outsourced at Optimal Prices
Perilous Performances Priced at Pocket Change
Questionable Quests Quarried at Quackpot Terms
Rambunctious Rackets Realized at Reduced Figures
Sinister Shenanigans Supplied at Satisfactory Pay
Thuggish Things Terminated at Trivial Fees
Unscrupulous Undertakings Unleashed at Unusual Discount
Villanous Ventures Valued at Vexing Costs.
Wicked Work Waged at Wee Fares
Xecrable Xploits Xecuted Xtremely Inexpensively
Yucky Yerks Yielded as Year-End Sales
Zany Zinging Zoned for Zero Markup