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#31
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this cheeto guy is a long time troll/mge retard he recently changed his alias on here and hid all his old posts like 2 days before this. idk anything about this situation but i do know that kid can not be trusted

this cheeto guy is a long time troll/mge retard he recently changed his alias on here and hid all his old posts like 2 days before this. idk anything about this situation but i do know that kid can not be trusted
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#32
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eddiieeI have no clue who Cat is or wtf this is about but cheeto/dove (the guy accusing him) is a racist who spammed gore to my HL team's discord and regularly harasses people. I wouldn't be surprised at all if he made this up or is lying

i may be a racist, but im not a pedo or a liar

[quote=eddiiee]I have no clue who Cat is or wtf this is about but cheeto/dove (the guy accusing him) is a racist who spammed gore to my HL team's discord and regularly harasses people. I wouldn't be surprised at all if he made this up or is lying[/quote]

i may be a racist, but im not a pedo or a liar
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#33
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https://tenor.com/view/b4nny-stfu-shut-the-fuck-up-grant-vincent-rage-gif-20188651
https://imgur.com/OzBhs9C

https://tenor.com/view/b4nny-stfu-shut-the-fuck-up-grant-vincent-rage-gif-20188651
https://imgur.com/OzBhs9C
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#34
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MGEMattthis cheeto guy is a long time troll/mge retard he recently changed his alias on here and hid all his old posts like 2 days before this. idk anything about this situation but i do know that kid can not be trusted

akemi does it matter who i am, your literally a pedophile too i thought?
i have vexfressh on speed dial

[quote=MGEMatt]this cheeto guy is a long time troll/mge retard he recently changed his alias on here and hid all his old posts like 2 days before this. idk anything about this situation but i do know that kid can not be trusted[/quote]


akemi does it matter who i am, your literally a pedophile too i thought?
i have vexfressh on speed dial
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#35
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doveMGEMattthis cheeto guy is a long time troll/mge retard he recently changed his alias on here and hid all his old posts like 2 days before this. idk anything about this situation but i do know that kid can not be trusted
akemi does it matter who i am, your literally a pedophile too i thought?
i have vexfressh on speed dial

dude just goes around calling everyone who inconveniences him a pedo just LOL

[quote=dove][quote=MGEMatt]this cheeto guy is a long time troll/mge retard he recently changed his alias on here and hid all his old posts like 2 days before this. idk anything about this situation but i do know that kid can not be trusted[/quote]


akemi does it matter who i am, your literally a pedophile too i thought?
i have vexfressh on speed dial[/quote]
dude just goes around calling everyone who inconveniences him a pedo just LOL
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#36
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I read at a 3rd grade level and it was nearly impossible for me to go past the first two sentences

I read at a 3rd grade level and it was nearly impossible for me to go past the first two sentences
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#37
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dovebobucan someone read this and tell me if he's a pedophile or not
you can read my initial post on this player https://docs.google.com/document/d/16mO0LZP8tDVzZumbfpK79eWSiDN0t0vsu_3spwde5TQ/edit

i am the user who came out and brought light to this discussion

Original post has a massive amount of miss info and is just to spread hate. Report me if you think I am.

[quote=dove][quote=bobu]can someone read this and tell me if he's a pedophile or not[/quote]

you can read my initial post on this player https://docs.google.com/document/d/16mO0LZP8tDVzZumbfpK79eWSiDN0t0vsu_3spwde5TQ/edit

i am the user who came out and brought light to this discussion[/quote]

Original post has a massive amount of miss info and is just to spread hate. Report me if you think I am.
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#38
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Also sorry for no enter key usage. It didn't look that bad when I wrote it but now it looks like cave writing.

Also sorry for no enter key usage. It didn't look that bad when I wrote it but now it looks like cave writing.
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#39
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lithiumdoveMGEMattthis cheeto guy is a long time troll/mge retard he recently changed his alias on here and hid all his old posts like 2 days before this. idk anything about this situation but i do know that kid can not be trusted
akemi does it matter who i am, your literally a pedophile too i thought?
i have vexfressh on speed dial
dude just goes around calling everyone who inconveniences him a pedo just LOL

pedo

[quote=lithium][quote=dove][quote=MGEMatt]this cheeto guy is a long time troll/mge retard he recently changed his alias on here and hid all his old posts like 2 days before this. idk anything about this situation but i do know that kid can not be trusted[/quote]


akemi does it matter who i am, your literally a pedophile too i thought?
i have vexfressh on speed dial[/quote]
dude just goes around calling everyone who inconveniences him a pedo just LOL[/quote]


pedo
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#40
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even if this guys a pedo i dont wanna believe what doves saying bc homies just sperging out on the thread

even if this guys a pedo i dont wanna believe what doves saying bc homies just sperging out on the thread
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#41
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bone marrow

bone marrow
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#42
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The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.
Theosophists have guessed at the awesome grandeur of the cosmic cycle wherein our world and human race form transient incidents. They have hinted at strange survivals in terms which would freeze the blood if not masked by a bland optimism. But it is not from them that there came the single glimpse of forbidden aeons which chills me when I think of it and maddens me when I dream of it. That glimpse, like all dread glimpses of truth, flashed out from an accidental piecing together of separated things—in this case an old newspaper item and the notes of a dead professor. I hope that no one else will accomplish this piecing out; certainly, if I live, I shall never knowingly supply a link in so hideous a chain. I think that the professor, too, intended to keep silent regarding the part he knew, and that he would have destroyed his notes had not sudden death seized him.
My knowledge of the thing began in the winter of 1926–27 with the death of my grand-uncle George Gammell Angell, Professor Emeritus of Semitic Languages in Brown University, Providence, Rhode Island. Professor Angell was widely known as an authority on ancient inscriptions, and had frequently been resorted to by the heads of prominent museums; so that his passing at the age of ninety-two may be recalled by many. Locally, interest was intensified by the obscurity of the cause of death. The professor had been stricken whilst returning from the Newport boat; falling suddenly, as witnesses said, after having been jostled by a nautical-looking negro who had come from one of the queer dark courts on the precipitous hillside which formed a short cut from the waterfront to the deceased’s home in Williams Street. Physicians were unable to find any visible disorder, but concluded after perplexed debate that some obscure lesion of the heart, induced by the brisk ascent of so steep a hill by so elderly a man, was responsible for the end. At the time I saw no reason to dissent from this dictum, but latterly I am inclined to wonder—and more than wonder.
As my grand-uncle’s heir and executor, for he died a childless widower, I was expected to go over his papers with some thoroughness; and for that purpose moved his entire set of files and boxes to my quarters in Boston. Much of the material which I correlated will be later published by the American Archaeological Society, but there was one box which I found exceedingly puzzling, and which I felt much averse from shewing to other eyes. It had been locked, and I did not find the key till it occurred to me to examine the personal ring which the professor carried always in his pocket. Then indeed I succeeded in opening it, but when I did so seemed only to be confronted by a greater and more closely locked barrier. For what could be the meaning of the queer clay bas-relief and the disjointed jottings, ramblings, and cuttings which I found? Had my uncle, in his latter years, become credulous of the most superficial impostures? I resolved to search out the eccentric sculptor responsible for this apparent disturbance of an old man’s peace of mind.
The bas-relief was a rough rectangle less than an inch thick and about five by six inches in area; obviously of modern origin. Its designs, however, were far from modern in atmosphere and suggestion; for although the vagaries of cubism and futurism are many and wild, they do not often reproduce that cryptic regularity which lurks in prehistoric writing. And writing of some kind the bulk of these designs seemed certainly to be; though my memory, despite much familiarity with the papers and collections of my uncle, failed in any way to identify this particular species, or even to hint at its remotest affiliations.
Above these apparent hieroglyphics was a figure of evidently pictorial intent, though its impressionistic execution forbade a very clear idea of its nature. It seemed to be a sort of monster, or symbol representing a monster, of a form which only a diseased fancy could conceive. If I say that my somewhat extravagant imagination yielded simultaneous pictures of an octopus, a dragon, and a human caricature, I shall not be unfaithful to the spirit of the thing. A pulpy, tentacled head surmounted a grotesque and scaly body with rudimentary wings; but it was the general outline of the whole which made it most shockingly frightful. Behind the figure was a vague suggestion of a Cyclopean architectural background.
The writing accompanying this oddity was, aside from a stack of press cuttings, in Professor Angell’s most recent hand; and made no pretence to literary style. What seemed to be the main document was headed “CTHULHU CULT” in characters painstakingly printed to avoid the erroneous reading of a word so unheard-of. The manuscript was divided into two sections, the first of which was headed “1925—Dream and Dream Work of H. A. Wilcox, 7 Thomas St., Providence, R.I.”, and the second, “Narrative of Inspector John R. Legrasse, 121 Bienville St., New Orleans, La., at 1908 A. A. S. Mtg.—Notes on Same, & Prof. Webb’s Acct.” The other manuscript papers were all brief notes, some of them accounts of the queer dreams of different persons, some of them citations from theosophical books and magazines (notably W. Scott-Elliot’s Atlantis and the Lost Lemuria), and the rest comments on long-surviving secret societies and hidden cults, with references to passages in such mythological and anthropological source-books as Frazer’s Golden Bough and Miss Murray’s Witch-Cult in Western Europe. The cuttings largely alluded to outré mental illnesses and outbreaks of group folly or mania in the spring of 1925.
The first half of the principal manuscript told a very peculiar tale. It appears that on March 1st, 1925, a thin, dark young man of neurotic and excited aspect had called upon Professor Angell bearing the singular clay bas-relief, which was then exceedingly damp and fresh. His card bore the name of Henry Anthony Wilcox, and my uncle had recognised him as the youngest son of an excellent family slightly known to him, who had latterly been studying sculpture at the Rhode Island School of Design and living alone at the Fleur-de-Lys Building near that institution. Wilcox was a precocious youth of known genius but great eccentricity, and had from childhood excited attention through the strange stories and odd dreams he was in the habit of relating. He called himself “psychically hypersensitive”, but the staid folk of the ancient commercial city dismissed him as merely “queer”. Never mingling much with his kind, he had dropped gradually from social visibility, and was now known only to a small group of aesthetes from other towns. Even the Providence Art Club, anxious to preserve its conservatism, had found him quite hopeless.
On the occasion of the visit, ran the professor’s manuscript, the sculptor abruptly asked for the benefit of his host’s archaeological knowledge in identifying the hieroglyphics on the bas-relief. He spoke in a dreamy, stilted manner which suggested pose and alienated sympathy; and my uncle shewed some sharpness in replying, for the conspicuous freshness of the tablet implied kinship with anything but archaeology. Young Wilcox’s rejoinder, which impressed my uncle enough to make him recall and record it verbatim

The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.
Theosophists have guessed at the awesome grandeur of the cosmic cycle wherein our world and human race form transient incidents. They have hinted at strange survivals in terms which would freeze the blood if not masked by a bland optimism. But it is not from them that there came the single glimpse of forbidden aeons which chills me when I think of it and maddens me when I dream of it. That glimpse, like all dread glimpses of truth, flashed out from an accidental piecing together of separated things—in this case an old newspaper item and the notes of a dead professor. I hope that no one else will accomplish this piecing out; certainly, if I live, I shall never knowingly supply a link in so hideous a chain. I think that the professor, too, intended to keep silent regarding the part he knew, and that he would have destroyed his notes had not sudden death seized him.
My knowledge of the thing began in the winter of 1926–27 with the death of my grand-uncle George Gammell Angell, Professor Emeritus of Semitic Languages in Brown University, Providence, Rhode Island. Professor Angell was widely known as an authority on ancient inscriptions, and had frequently been resorted to by the heads of prominent museums; so that his passing at the age of ninety-two may be recalled by many. Locally, interest was intensified by the obscurity of the cause of death. The professor had been stricken whilst returning from the Newport boat; falling suddenly, as witnesses said, after having been jostled by a nautical-looking negro who had come from one of the queer dark courts on the precipitous hillside which formed a short cut from the waterfront to the deceased’s home in Williams Street. Physicians were unable to find any visible disorder, but concluded after perplexed debate that some obscure lesion of the heart, induced by the brisk ascent of so steep a hill by so elderly a man, was responsible for the end. At the time I saw no reason to dissent from this dictum, but latterly I am inclined to wonder—and more than wonder.
As my grand-uncle’s heir and executor, for he died a childless widower, I was expected to go over his papers with some thoroughness; and for that purpose moved his entire set of files and boxes to my quarters in Boston. Much of the material which I correlated will be later published by the American Archaeological Society, but there was one box which I found exceedingly puzzling, and which I felt much averse from shewing to other eyes. It had been locked, and I did not find the key till it occurred to me to examine the personal ring which the professor carried always in his pocket. Then indeed I succeeded in opening it, but when I did so seemed only to be confronted by a greater and more closely locked barrier. For what could be the meaning of the queer clay bas-relief and the disjointed jottings, ramblings, and cuttings which I found? Had my uncle, in his latter years, become credulous of the most superficial impostures? I resolved to search out the eccentric sculptor responsible for this apparent disturbance of an old man’s peace of mind.
The bas-relief was a rough rectangle less than an inch thick and about five by six inches in area; obviously of modern origin. Its designs, however, were far from modern in atmosphere and suggestion; for although the vagaries of cubism and futurism are many and wild, they do not often reproduce that cryptic regularity which lurks in prehistoric writing. And writing of some kind the bulk of these designs seemed certainly to be; though my memory, despite much familiarity with the papers and collections of my uncle, failed in any way to identify this particular species, or even to hint at its remotest affiliations.
Above these apparent hieroglyphics was a figure of evidently pictorial intent, though its impressionistic execution forbade a very clear idea of its nature. It seemed to be a sort of monster, or symbol representing a monster, of a form which only a diseased fancy could conceive. If I say that my somewhat extravagant imagination yielded simultaneous pictures of an octopus, a dragon, and a human caricature, I shall not be unfaithful to the spirit of the thing. A pulpy, tentacled head surmounted a grotesque and scaly body with rudimentary wings; but it was the general outline of the whole which made it most shockingly frightful. Behind the figure was a vague suggestion of a Cyclopean architectural background.
The writing accompanying this oddity was, aside from a stack of press cuttings, in Professor Angell’s most recent hand; and made no pretence to literary style. What seemed to be the main document was headed “CTHULHU CULT” in characters painstakingly printed to avoid the erroneous reading of a word so unheard-of. The manuscript was divided into two sections, the first of which was headed “1925—Dream and Dream Work of H. A. Wilcox, 7 Thomas St., Providence, R.I.”, and the second, “Narrative of Inspector John R. Legrasse, 121 Bienville St., New Orleans, La., at 1908 A. A. S. Mtg.—Notes on Same, & Prof. Webb’s Acct.” The other manuscript papers were all brief notes, some of them accounts of the queer dreams of different persons, some of them citations from theosophical books and magazines (notably W. Scott-Elliot’s Atlantis and the Lost Lemuria), and the rest comments on long-surviving secret societies and hidden cults, with references to passages in such mythological and anthropological source-books as Frazer’s Golden Bough and Miss Murray’s Witch-Cult in Western Europe. The cuttings largely alluded to outré mental illnesses and outbreaks of group folly or mania in the spring of 1925.
The first half of the principal manuscript told a very peculiar tale. It appears that on March 1st, 1925, a thin, dark young man of neurotic and excited aspect had called upon Professor Angell bearing the singular clay bas-relief, which was then exceedingly damp and fresh. His card bore the name of Henry Anthony Wilcox, and my uncle had recognised him as the youngest son of an excellent family slightly known to him, who had latterly been studying sculpture at the Rhode Island School of Design and living alone at the Fleur-de-Lys Building near that institution. Wilcox was a precocious youth of known genius but great eccentricity, and had from childhood excited attention through the strange stories and odd dreams he was in the habit of relating. He called himself “psychically hypersensitive”, but the staid folk of the ancient commercial city dismissed him as merely “queer”. Never mingling much with his kind, he had dropped gradually from social visibility, and was now known only to a small group of aesthetes from other towns. Even the Providence Art Club, anxious to preserve its conservatism, had found him quite hopeless.
On the occasion of the visit, ran the professor’s manuscript, the sculptor abruptly asked for the benefit of his host’s archaeological knowledge in identifying the hieroglyphics on the bas-relief. He spoke in a dreamy, stilted manner which suggested pose and alienated sympathy; and my uncle shewed some sharpness in replying, for the conspicuous freshness of the tablet implied kinship with anything but archaeology. Young Wilcox’s rejoinder, which impressed my uncle enough to make him recall and record it verbatim
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#43
36 Frags +

i miss when posters on this site were funny

i miss when posters on this site were funny
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#44
-2 Frags +

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w_Pll7GDVgI

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w_Pll7GDVgI
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#45
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2 pages and i still dont know whos in the wrong

2 pages and i still dont know whos in the wrong
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#46
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0J3A5Qlf13Q&list=LL&index=16

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0J3A5Qlf13Q&list=LL&index=16
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#47
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#48
19 Frags +

a pyro player.... accused of pedophilia.....

a pyro player.... accused of pedophilia.....
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#49
15 Frags +
dishsoapeven if this guys a pedo i dont wanna believe what doves saying bc homies just sperging out on the thread

Yeah cheeto is not helping his case at all here. Also doesn't help that he has a long history of just being a psychopath / retard, dude screamed at my friend in a jump server for having the name "hot cheetos" saying only he could have the cheeto name.

[quote=dishsoap]even if this guys a pedo i dont wanna believe what doves saying bc homies just sperging out on the thread[/quote]
Yeah cheeto is not helping his case at all here. Also doesn't help that he has a long history of just being a psychopath / retard, dude screamed at my friend in a jump server for having the name "hot cheetos" saying only he could have the cheeto name.
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#50
3 Frags +
StaticVoiddishsoapeven if this guys a pedo i dont wanna believe what doves saying bc homies just sperging out on the threadYeah cheeto is not helping his case at all here. Also doesn't help that he has a long history of just being a psychopath / retard, dude screamed at my friend in a jump server for having the name "hot cheetos" saying only he could have the cheeto name.

oh thats cheeto? ive heard numerous stories from my mentee and his team about how much of a shitlord he is so that kinda makes more sense now. yeah hes definitely not the most credible source / reliable narrator from what ive both heard and now seen to say the least...

[quote=StaticVoid][quote=dishsoap]even if this guys a pedo i dont wanna believe what doves saying bc homies just sperging out on the thread[/quote]
Yeah cheeto is not helping his case at all here. Also doesn't help that he has a long history of just being a psychopath / retard, dude screamed at my friend in a jump server for having the name "hot cheetos" saying only he could have the cheeto name.[/quote]
oh thats cheeto? ive heard numerous stories from my mentee and his team about how much of a shitlord he is so that kinda makes more sense now. yeah hes definitely not the most credible source / reliable narrator from what ive both heard and now seen to say the least...
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#51
UGC
28 Frags +
dovei only took down my original thread because UGC head admins said that if I called him a pedo it was considered as doxxing

This is very untrue, and you know it.

[quote=dove]i only took down my original thread because UGC head admins said that if I called him a pedo it was considered as doxxing[/quote]

This is very untrue, and you know it.
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#52
4 Frags +
ItsCatWhen I was younger I used to talk on this app called amino, it had chat rooms and voice calls. When I was 15 I was groomed by a black lady living in nyc for 4 months before they were banned from the amino(server) after the leaders and moderators had found out what had happened. I know what it feels like to be groomed. I have constant issues with how I see my body and I hate it. I will never be able to love my body or myself after what she did to me and I would never want anyone to feel the same amount of pain I do when I look at myself.

bitch what

[quote=ItsCat]When I was younger I used to talk on this app called amino, it had chat rooms and voice calls. When I was 15 I was groomed by a black lady living in nyc for 4 months before they were banned from the amino(server) after the leaders and moderators had found out what had happened. I know what it feels like to be groomed. I have constant issues with how I see my body and I hate it. I will never be able to love my body or myself after what she did to me and I would never want anyone to feel the same amount of pain I do when I look at myself.[/quote]
bitch what
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#53
-3 Frags +
MGEMattthis cheeto guy is a long time troll/mge retard he recently changed his alias on here and hid all his old posts like 2 days before this. idk anything about this situation but i do know that kid can not be trusted

You're game losing

[quote=MGEMatt]this cheeto guy is a long time troll/mge retard he recently changed his alias on here and hid all his old posts like 2 days before this. idk anything about this situation but i do know that kid can not be trusted[/quote]


You're game losing
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#54
0 Frags +

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#55
5 Frags +

i am never letting my children use the internet

i am [i]never [/i]letting my children use the internet
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#56
4 Frags +

this mf said he deleted his own thread

this mf said he deleted his own thread
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#57
9 Frags +

Hello I am new to team fortress 2 what is this website about?

Hello I am new to team fortress 2 what is this website about?
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#58
6 Frags +
Air_i miss when posters on this site were funny

Bring back Cloudmaker and MrOwl

[quote=Air_]i miss when posters on this site were funny[/quote]

Bring back Cloudmaker and MrOwl
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#59
0 Frags +
therealImperatorMGEMattthis cheeto guy is a long time troll/mge retard he recently changed his alias on here and hid all his old posts like 2 days before this. idk anything about this situation but i do know that kid can not be trusted
You're game losing

yep

luckily the thread isnt about me huh

[quote=therealImperator][quote=MGEMatt]this cheeto guy is a long time troll/mge retard he recently changed his alias on here and hid all his old posts like 2 days before this. idk anything about this situation but i do know that kid can not be trusted[/quote]


You're game losing[/quote]
yep

luckily the thread isnt about me huh
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#60
2 Frags +

https://tenor.com/view/obese-monkey-fat-monkey-summer-belly-eating-lettuce-summer-look-gif-13014350

https://tenor.com/view/obese-monkey-fat-monkey-summer-belly-eating-lettuce-summer-look-gif-13014350
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