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Good bye and good riddance
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#1
0 Frags +

"Unfortunate" doesn't begin to describe my season, this game rewards blind luck and nothing else, I am beyond convinced at this point. After getting completely tooled by scheduling with my opponent changing times on me last minute and refusing to provide confirmation prior to the day of the match as to play times, losing this way somehow felt even worse than I had thought possible. My preparation was superior, my play was superior, and I lost, so I don't see a reason to continue engaging in an activity where what is within my control is overwhelmingly outweighed by what is not.
I am done with team fortress 2, and you won't get a fond farewell. This community is infected to its roots with a degenerative disease that grows stronger over time but stops short of killing its host. Leagues used to have a competitive spirit at their heart, this has been transplanted and replaced with an artificial organ that feeds on vitriol and mockery from insecure little boys that heckle by the sidelines and tear each other to shreds over scraps of attention. The environment we fostered has trapped us all like this in a vicious cycle, and escaping it requires acceptance of the harshest reality we all scramble to explain away, that none of the countless straining efforts we put ourselves through here will ever amount to one single shining glimmer of significance. I would make this the end, but playoffs are still ongoing, and I would never leave so many great friends out to dry, so I'll suffer through a few more games for them.

One last thing before I leave you all to react with disdain, ridicule, and self-righteous fervor, before you do everything in your power to minimize my words and thoughts, box them up and shove them to some cobwebbed corner of your memory, and hope they disappear forever as a stain on your finite time ground to dust. From this moment on, nothing you say matters to me. The foulest insults you hurl with intent to wound will calmly settle at the earth before my feet, and the venom you spit will bring all the pain of a warm summer breeze. You are less than anything you can conceive, while I carry on, brimming with joy distilled from detachment.

"Unfortunate" doesn't begin to describe my season, this game rewards blind luck and nothing else, I am beyond convinced at this point. After getting completely tooled by scheduling with my opponent changing times on me last minute and refusing to provide confirmation prior to the day of the match as to play times, losing this way somehow felt even worse than I had thought possible. My preparation was superior, my play was superior, and I lost, so I don't see a reason to continue engaging in an activity where what is within my control is overwhelmingly outweighed by what is not.
I am done with team fortress 2, and you won't get a fond farewell. This community is infected to its roots with a degenerative disease that grows stronger over time but stops short of killing its host. Leagues used to have a competitive spirit at their heart, this has been transplanted and replaced with an artificial organ that feeds on vitriol and mockery from insecure little boys that heckle by the sidelines and tear each other to shreds over scraps of attention. The environment we fostered has trapped us all like this in a vicious cycle, and escaping it requires acceptance of the harshest reality we all scramble to explain away, that none of the countless straining efforts we put ourselves through here will ever amount to one single shining glimmer of significance. I would make this the end, but playoffs are still ongoing, and I would never leave so many great friends out to dry, so I'll suffer through a few more games for them.

One last thing before I leave you all to react with disdain, ridicule, and self-righteous fervor, before you do everything in your power to minimize my words and thoughts, box them up and shove them to some cobwebbed corner of your memory, and hope they disappear forever as a stain on your finite time ground to dust. From this moment on, nothing you say matters to me. The foulest insults you hurl with intent to wound will calmly settle at the earth before my feet, and the venom you spit will bring all the pain of a warm summer breeze. You are less than anything you can conceive, while I carry on, brimming with joy distilled from detachment.
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#2
-11 Frags +

Feel like ur just one of those guys that comes and goes

Feel like ur just one of those guys that comes and goes
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#3
-2 Frags +

Hey Bill how ya doin?

Hey Bill how ya doin?
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#4
-6 Frags +

ok

ok
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#5
94 Frags +

bill what the fuck are you talking about you didnt play on a team this season

bill what the fuck are you talking about you didnt play on a team this season
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#6
2 Frags +
THEBILLDOZERYou are less than anything you can conceive, while I carry on, brimming with joy distilled from detachment.

The fact you took the time to write this wall of linguistic diarrhea shows that this sentence is total horseshit

[quote=THEBILLDOZER]You are less than anything you can conceive, while I carry on, brimming with joy distilled from detachment.[/quote]

The fact you took the time to write this wall of linguistic diarrhea shows that this sentence is total horseshit
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#7
6 Frags +

Guys I'm like 99% sure this is a meme so try not to take it so seriously. :)

Guys I'm like 99% sure this is a meme so try not to take it so seriously. :)
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#8
41 Frags +

Billdozer memeing? Never in my life.

Billdozer memeing? Never in my life.
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#9
14 Frags +

ya this is a pokemon showdown meme

context: https://youtu.be/kBRhKGJ7mMQ

ya this is a pokemon showdown meme

context: https://youtu.be/kBRhKGJ7mMQ
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#10
15 Frags +

"Unfortunate" doesn't begin to describe my season, this game rewards blind luck and nothing else, I am beyond convinced at this point. After getting completely tooled by scheduling with my opponent changing times on me last minute and refusing to provide confirmation prior to the day of the match as to play times, losing this way somehow felt even worse than I had thought possible. My preparation was superior, my play was superior, and I lost, so I don't see a reason to continue engaging in an activity where what is within my control is overwhelmingly outweighed by what is not.
I am done with team fortress 2, and you won't get a fond farewell. This community is infected to its roots with a degenerative disease that grows stronger over time but stops short of killing its host. Leagues used to have a competitive spirit at their heart, this has been transplanted and replaced with an artificial organ that feeds on vitriol and mockery from insecure little boys that heckle by the sidelines and tear each other to shreds over scraps of attention. The environment we fostered has trapped us all like this in a vicious cycle, and escaping it requires acceptance of the harshest reality we all scramble to explain away, that none of the countless straining efforts we put ourselves through here will ever amount to one single shining glimmer of significance. I would make this the end, but playoffs are still ongoing, and I would never leave so many great friends out to dry, so I'll suffer through a few more games for them.

One last thing before I leave you all to react with disdain, ridicule, and self-righteous fervor, before you do everything in your power to minimize my words and thoughts, box them up and shove them to some cobwebbed corner of your memory, and hope they disappear forever as a stain on your finite time ground to dust. From this moment on, nothing you say matters to me. The foulest insults you hurl with intent to wound will calmly settle at the earth before my feet, and the venom you spit will bring all the pain of a warm summer breeze. You are less than anything you can conceive, while I carry on, brimming with joy distilled from detachment.

"Unfortunate" doesn't begin to describe my season, this game rewards blind luck and nothing else, I am beyond convinced at this point. After getting completely tooled by scheduling with my opponent changing times on me last minute and refusing to provide confirmation prior to the day of the match as to play times, losing this way somehow felt even worse than I had thought possible. My preparation was superior, my play was superior, and I lost, so I don't see a reason to continue engaging in an activity where what is within my control is overwhelmingly outweighed by what is not.
I am done with team fortress 2, and you won't get a fond farewell. This community is infected to its roots with a degenerative disease that grows stronger over time but stops short of killing its host. Leagues used to have a competitive spirit at their heart, this has been transplanted and replaced with an artificial organ that feeds on vitriol and mockery from insecure little boys that heckle by the sidelines and tear each other to shreds over scraps of attention. The environment we fostered has trapped us all like this in a vicious cycle, and escaping it requires acceptance of the harshest reality we all scramble to explain away, that none of the countless straining efforts we put ourselves through here will ever amount to one single shining glimmer of significance. I would make this the end, but playoffs are still ongoing, and I would never leave so many great friends out to dry, so I'll suffer through a few more games for them.

One last thing before I leave you all to react with disdain, ridicule, and self-righteous fervor, before you do everything in your power to minimize my words and thoughts, box them up and shove them to some cobwebbed corner of your memory, and hope they disappear forever as a stain on your finite time ground to dust. From this moment on, nothing you say matters to me. The foulest insults you hurl with intent to wound will calmly settle at the earth before my feet, and the venom you spit will bring all the pain of a warm summer breeze. You are less than anything you can conceive, while I carry on, brimming with joy distilled from detachment.
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#11
10 Frags +

this is from an era of shitposting i've long missed

this is from an era of shitposting i've long missed
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#12
6 Frags +

Lot of people don't know this but THEBILLDOZER holds the all-time tackle record at Arlen High.
This man deserves your respect.

Lot of people don't know this but THEBILLDOZER holds the all-time tackle record at Arlen High.
This man deserves your respect.
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#13
14 Frags +

So, uh... see ya tomorrow for the cast?

So, uh... see ya tomorrow for the cast?
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#14
2 Frags +

hey bill can you unblock me please

hey bill can you unblock me please
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#15
5 Frags +

https://i.imgur.com/KVS2o5Q.jpg

[img]https://i.imgur.com/KVS2o5Q.jpg[/img]
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#16
0 Frags +

I will find you.... Get my boxing GLove on and Beat you up to a pulp orange juice (no pulp)

I will find you.... Get my boxing GLove on and Beat you up to a pulp orange juice (no pulp)
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#17
0 Frags +

I've never read such beautiful poetry in my life.

I've never read such beautiful poetry in my life.
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#18
3 Frags +

The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.

The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.
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#19
2 Frags +

i agree

i agree
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#20
5 Frags +

i fucking had you
i had you
thunderpunch rachi guaranteed ohko
this was the single biggest threat to my fucking team
i played around it to the best of my ability
and this bullshit
after rby too
enjoy your fucking trophy dude, i quit.

i fucking had you
i had you
thunderpunch rachi guaranteed ohko
this was the single biggest threat to my fucking team
i played around it to the best of my ability
and this bullshit
after rby too
enjoy your fucking trophy dude, i quit.
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#21
-3 Frags +

So there was this one fellow in the locker room yelling that he has the "huggest most biggest cock in the school"so as you have predicted i have doubt rolling in my mind and my friends who where roflmao'ing in the moment saw me and and said to me,"Yo chris what are you thinking about" and i replied "oh its quite nothing" and my good friend ben said "NO you are clearly thinking of something, i see the fire in your eyes" and at that moment it hit me and i thought to myself "yeah i should stop being a pussy and claim what is mine". So i rushed towards the young chap that claimed that his wee wee was the biggest and challenged him to a duel... a duel of wits,strength,valor and pride, it was a cum shoot of and he agreed to it and even had the audacity to claim that my pee pee cant fire efficiently for it is small.I admited that my pee pee is small but it fires a mean shot but he didnt know that. So the hour dawn upon us and the duel was about to commence i whip out my 5 incher and he whips out his 7 incher i was startle by the sight but i wasnt going to back out, i needed to win this for the honor of my family and to claim my reward, so we began it was an intense match we where both slamming our weens like there is no tomorrow, we both where ready to fire but he had the faster hand and shot at me luckily i doge rolled into the safety of the spectators and i revealed myself when i had taken my aim and i have fired. My cummies hit him directly on the forehead and he fell, I knew that if let him get back up he would retaliate so i quickly grabbed the nearest scissors and cut his dick of while he was still dazed blood splurted out every where but I didnt care, I had won and the title belongs to me my friends quickly rushed and congratulated my victory, but that to wasnt why i have done this act of glory and valor, i have acted this way in order to avenge my uncle who lost to a duel and got his dick cut in the year 1945.... when i got home i told my weenless uncle what i have done, you couldnt believe to look of happiness in his face and soon after the whole family heard it and praised me for it so till this day i hold my head up high and spit in the face of evil because i know that i have the biggest dick in the school.

So there was this one fellow in the locker room yelling that he has the "huggest most biggest cock in the school"so as you have predicted i have doubt rolling in my mind and my friends who where roflmao'ing in the moment saw me and and said to me,"Yo chris what are you thinking about" and i replied "oh its quite nothing" and my good friend ben said "NO you are clearly thinking of something, i see the fire in your eyes" and at that moment it hit me and i thought to myself "yeah i should stop being a pussy and claim what is mine". So i rushed towards the young chap that claimed that his wee wee was the biggest and challenged him to a duel... a duel of wits,strength,valor and pride, it was a cum shoot of and he agreed to it and even had the audacity to claim that my pee pee cant fire efficiently for it is small.I admited that my pee pee is small but it fires a mean shot but he didnt know that. So the hour dawn upon us and the duel was about to commence i whip out my 5 incher and he whips out his 7 incher i was startle by the sight but i wasnt going to back out, i needed to win this for the honor of my family and to claim my reward, so we began it was an intense match we where both slamming our weens like there is no tomorrow, we both where ready to fire but he had the faster hand and shot at me luckily i doge rolled into the safety of the spectators and i revealed myself when i had taken my aim and i have fired. My cummies hit him directly on the forehead and he fell, I knew that if let him get back up he would retaliate so i quickly grabbed the nearest scissors and cut his dick of while he was still dazed blood splurted out every where but I didnt care, I had won and the title belongs to me my friends quickly rushed and congratulated my victory, but that to wasnt why i have done this act of glory and valor, i have acted this way in order to avenge my uncle who lost to a duel and got his dick cut in the year 1945.... when i got home i told my weenless uncle what i have done, you couldnt believe to look of happiness in his face and soon after the whole family heard it and praised me for it so till this day i hold my head up high and spit in the face of evil because i know that i have the biggest dick in the school.
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#22
-6 Frags +

lol what a meme this bulldozer has cre-8ed

lol what a meme this bulldozer has cre-8ed
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#23
0 Frags +

I thought this was going to be a celebration thread for ESEA being gone.

I thought this was going to be a celebration thread for ESEA being gone.
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#24
2 Frags +

bruh

bruh
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#25
2 Frags +

i LOVE to game tho

i LOVE to game tho
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#26
14 Frags +
THEBILLDOZEROne last thing before I leave you all to react with disdain, ridicule, and self-righteous fervor, before you do everything in your power to minimize my words and thoughts, box them up and shove them to some cobwebbed corner of your memory, and hope they disappear forever as a stain on your finite time ground to dust. From this moment on, nothing you say matters to me. The foulest insults you hurl with intent to wound will calmly settle at the earth before my feet, and the venom you spit will bring all the pain of a warm summer breeze. You are less than anything you can conceive, while I carry on, brimming with joy distilled from detachment.

https://i.imgur.com/XZiwMLs.png

[quote=THEBILLDOZER]One last thing before I leave you all to react with disdain, ridicule, and self-righteous fervor, before you do everything in your power to minimize my words and thoughts, box them up and shove them to some cobwebbed corner of your memory, and hope they disappear forever as a stain on your finite time ground to dust. From this moment on, nothing you say matters to me. The foulest insults you hurl with intent to wound will calmly settle at the earth before my feet, and the venom you spit will bring all the pain of a warm summer breeze. You are less than anything you can conceive, while I carry on, brimming with joy distilled from detachment.[/quote]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/XZiwMLs.png[/img]
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