cara delevingne is my waifu

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Hahaha

Grandia
Legend of Dragoon
Chrono Cross
Skyrim

@Hooli 8)

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I think I accidentally got rid of some adds (+s and ✓s confuse me so Pls add me again

Me

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Your elbows should be above your wrists when you're at your computer

Also you can do these wrist exercises every day:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mSZWSQSSEjE

epik meme boyz420

Yeah I can look around in stores but buying online usually saves money&time

I ll ask my Mother to look on craigslist

Sofa is too low I need the chair seat to be more than 2 feet from the ground so my elbows are not below my wrists

Dxracer is too expensive

Need new chair that is at least 2 feet preferably higher also I don't need expensive chair should be cheap

Hello Carnage - glad to see one of my favorite players back on the fortress! I'm just wondering if you would like to join my new and upcoming team.

“Where can I sign up?” is what you're thinking right now. But before I get into that, let me to explain what I’m `yabbering` on about.

I haven't exactly been a starter on any TF2 team for a few years now. This might lead you to believe that my reflexes have become blubbery when concerning competitive play, or that I’m some kind of incessant troll. Do not be deceived. My time away has sharpened me like a blade to a whetstone.

I quit TF2 because something was fundamentally wrong – I felt trapped. I was inside a room, with no windows, no method of exit. Scrimming was beating the wall with my pale, third-world forearms; matches were running full speed at them and crumpling into a disgusting pellet of defeat. The game had reduced my spirit to a speck of its former status. Every day my father's disappointed eyes stared back at me from my mirror.

“There has to be some way to escape,” I muttered to myself all that time ago, in the pitch black of my basement room, sipping on a lukewarm glass of beet juice, smacking my lips in restrained satisfaction; the monitor cast a soft light on my face, which was infested with stubble and spaghetti sauce.

I then slumped over in a deep coma. In my dreams, I could hear my teammates, probably because I was still wearing my headphones – this was in the middle of a match – with their small voices crying out, purely insignificant and pathetic. My team lost that night, but I won something else during my trance.

My first sight was a glorious, well-endowed figure, of gigantic size, his hands on his hips, pelvis protruding out. I was a puny ant, a wretched creature defiling a beautiful sculpture through the mere act of staring. I was shaken by a rumble; thunder, I thought, until the vibrations started to form a word.

“M..”

The first syllable alone swept me off my feet, instantly causing me to lie prostrate on the floor. I took in his majesty until I thought my bones would shatter, while a cold as hot as lava pierced through my very soul. I was enamored, and consumed with pure fear at the same time.

“e..”

Every syllable, I realized, was formed of a chorus of a thousand voices, each one sweeter than the last. Each one harsher than the last. I let out a bloodcurdling cry which was washed away by the torrent of pure power that the being unleashed in the form of sound. I tried to cover my ears, but it had no effect. My body would not respond.

“e..a..t..”

“M..e..a..t…..s..h..o..t..”

My screams and laughs became indistinguishable as a rapture unlike I had ever known before took me by storm, as the godlike figure grew in luminosity until my eyes burned. My body, my entire being was a flame.

“H..u..h…..H..a..h..”

The sun was rising when I woke. Was my vision from last night real? Was my mind playing tricks on me? All I knew was that I had a newfound purpose. Rubbing spittle and beet juice off my moist lips, I hastily gathered pen and paper. It was a Wednesday. There was no time for the outside world now, though. No time at all.

How long I worked I can’t say. The light coming from the small window in my humid basement went from light to dark and back again countless times. When I finally finished I stepped back from my work – no, his work.

I had found it. The undeniable, absolute truth.

I realized there was a formula for winning LAN: Unfiltered, raw power. Presence. Dominance. Authority. Sway. To be the top dog in LAN, you have to act like the top weenie.

I’ve confirmed there is no other alternative to the truth, through personal research. I knew it would immediately raise controversy if I brought it out into the TF2TV community, so I bided my time, until now.

Bald. Bare. Exposed. Raw. Also known as in the buff. Or natural. Peeled, or unveiled. Without a stitch. Leafless.

Yes, it's different. It's never been done before.

Team Fortress 2, as it’s been played in the past, is nothing compared to what it will be. I aim to transform the game; I aim to make it the chess to the checkers it is now.

I plan to call this venture “The Final Experiment.” It’s the name of a team consisting solely of true, enlightened scholars of TF2. It’s the name of a legend.

As it stands, I am the single member of this band of virtual heroes. I would like to cordially extend an invitation for you to join our ranks, Carnage. Do not take this invitation lightly. It will only come once.

I'd imagine we’d play in the nude online before LAN, gaining confidence in our flesh, and maybe take part in team-building activities together as we get more comfortable being in this state.

I drew a diagram [image removed] that illustrates the various power poses we could assume on carefully pinpointed positions on LAN. I think you’ll like number 6.

Anyways, I already know your answer, Johnson.

It's time to `tag up` ;)

See you soon raW|carnage.
Thanks,
You're Friendly Neighborhood Fortress Head

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After using this for a while I've noticed I'm still clicking at the Forum tab instead of using the front page, I don't know if it's just me though

Also I think the news articles could be highlighted or something because they blend in with the other normal threads right now

Ayy lmao

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