twitchquotes:We live in a society... a society of GAMERS. And it's time for us gamers to advance to the Next Level⬆️⏫ 🎮! We will use our skills and abilities that we developed📝and trained💪 throughout the years of Intense. Competitive. GAMING!!! If you don't like it... TOO BAD 😝. You used to dunk our heads into the toilet🤢🚽. But now we will dunk you into the afterlife 😧🔫💀🙏 #GamersRiseUp
We live in a society... a society of GAMERS. And it's time for us gamers to advance to the Next Level⬆️⏫ 🎮! We will use our skills and abilities that we developed📝and trained💪 throughout the years of Intense. Competitive. GAMING!!! If you don't like it... TOO BAD 😝. You used to dunk our heads into the toilet🤢🚽. But now we will dunk you into the afterlife 😧🔫💀🙏 #GamersRiseUp
Kripp's gotta hit up the bathroom
twitchquotes:"Give me a second, guys," Kripp says. "Gotta hit up the bathroom" He turns down the volume on his microphone, and immediately gives Dex a swift kick down the stairs. As Dex yelps loudly in pain, Kripp overturns the nearest chair, yelling "Fuck this game!" as loudly as he can. Rania tries to calm him down, but Kripp swiftly bodyslams her onto a glass coffee table. After taking a few deep breaths, Kripp wipes the blood off of his face, sits back down at his computer, and resumes his stream.
"Give me a second, guys," Kripp says. "Gotta hit up the bathroom" He turns down the volume on his microphone, and immediately gives Dex a swift kick down the stairs. As Dex yelps loudly in pain, Kripp overturns the nearest chair, yelling "Fuck this game!" as loudly as he can. Rania tries to calm him down, but Kripp swiftly bodyslams her onto a glass coffee table. After taking a few deep breaths, Kripp wipes the blood off of his face, sits back down at his computer, and resumes his stream.
The year is 2025. MoonMoon_Ow lies on his deathbed
twitchquotes:The year is 2025. MoonMoon_Ow lies on his deathbed, the countless years of oatmeal infighting finally having taken their toll. He struggles to adjust his eyes to the glare of his computer screen, yearning to view his beloved twitch chat one more time. All he sees is degenerate weeb spam. His eyes brim with tears. He begins gasping his final breath, and in his final moments he tells Chat "K"
The year is 2025. MoonMoon_Ow lies on his deathbed, the countless years of oatmeal infighting finally having taken their toll. He struggles to adjust his eyes to the glare of his computer screen, yearning to view his beloved twitch chat one more time. All he sees is degenerate weeb spam. His eyes brim with tears. He begins gasping his final breath, and in his final moments he tells Chat "K"