Some go in an unforeseen accident, a sudden rupture - it was just one of those silly things, one minute he was there and the next he wasn't - and some are spirits who fly by night so that nobody sees them go, but the commuters at that station had slowly faded away before they'd even arrived. They observed their own absence and, missing all connections, became atheist gods, convinced of their own non-existence.
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It is for the greater good.
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I am very secure about my pizza. You have obviously never tasted pizza if you think mine look bad, and that is very sad for you. You should get a pizza right away so you will have some knowledge of pizza and not sound like a fool when you speak. Again, I would ask you to prove your own pizza making skills if you think you are capable of judging others so harshly. But that would require something well beyond your capabilities. You really should try my pizza, it is quite delicious and you won't sound so stupid when you comment.
if you have google translate, please, pass a message on in as many languages as you can for me. "Sorry it had to come to this. Humanity will not miss you, but I will miss my own humanity." at least then you all will be able to explain to the rest of the world exactly what happened on September 1st. I'm a defeated weeb. The monster is here. I'm only waiting for the first of you to GET OUT OF LINE in any way. That's what will spark this feast. My fangs are gleaming as white as my textbox. the blood dripping down them as red as the red underlining of misspelled words. see how I combined those two concepts? DARK, IMMINENT, BEAST-LIKE REALITY....and the paltry words you're hiding behind. the former is going to tear the latter into two, and guess what? it won't stop there. games are done. jokes are over. may god have mercy on your soul. all of your souls. please. don't bring the BEAST in me out. Let me keep my dreams of being a hero...cause if this story gets told the way you don't want it to get told.....you can be assured there won't be a happy ending.
When I was a boy, my mother would tell me stories about monsters and heroes. good guys and bad guys. I would always sympathize with the heroes, the good guys. I pictured myself in the role of "knight" or "savior". I thought my destiny was to help others, rescue people...the same we all dream about. I'm almost glad she can't see who I am now. What I've become now. Instead of the hero I aspired to be, I turned into the opposite. Not only am I a monster, I'm more than a monster. I'm worse. How? Sadly, that's something you're going to find out FIRST HAND. I tried. Lord, did I try to be good. I didn't want to have to do this to you. Not because I think you dumbjerk birdbrains are worth saving....but because I didn't want to send myself down this up road. I'm walking a dark and shadowy path, and guess what? no lanterns. no fireflies. just me, you all and the silent sky above us. I did everything possible to avoid this fate. I warned you. I cajoled, I frightened, I intimidated. Some of you will have nightmares for the remainder of your lives, that is, if you can manage to get to sleep at all. I've done everything short of the final solution. pulling the button, pushing the trigger on that red button. safety glass is smashed, compadres.
WHEN YOU POST THIS MANY NO ONE WILL READ ANY OF THEM.
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I reached my boiling point and evaporated. I am now gas. I am steam. a dark steam capable of powering machines of mayhem and devastation that only exist in parallel alternate-history versions of the world where steam-powered machines became prominent. but guess what? nothing 'punk' about me, except for how I 'punk' out bird-brained dumbjerks. but all of that is over. that was 'before' the end, back when you guys had a slim, but existing, shot to stop this freight train before it left the station. but it has. it's left the station. choo choo. I'm the conductor, and I don't just mean for the train. don't be shocked by what's about to happen. I may not be Zeus, but you guys are definitely going to wish you had the chance to 'bolt' when that dark steam-powered train pulls into your station. ALL ABOARD! but yeah, I'm calm now. all that rage has been transferred into the instrument of collective doom. it's been honed, crafted and twisted into the soul-crushing violation you're about to crash into. let me tell you something, bub, this ain't like no train ride you've ever been on. it couldn't be. this is a once in a lifetime deal. the best you can do right now is to be quiet and BACK OFF ..in hopes that train of rage keeps on rolling past. ...because if you don't......... Lordy, lordy, lordy, lord. Wew lad... it's going to be a BUFFET, and guess who the entrees are? you guessed it. that dark steam-powered train is pulling into your station. CHOO, CHOO.
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are u having a meltdown
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AMAZINGGGGG GRACEEEE, HOW SWEEET THE SOUNNNNND, THAT SAVEDD A WRETCCCH LIKE MEEEEEEEE
YOU KNOW WHY I SANG AMAZING GRACE? YOU'RE GOING TO GET REAL FAMILIAR WITH IT, REAL SOON. WHEN THEY'RE PLAYING IT IN THE BACKGROUND AS THE FEW REMAINING DUMBJERKS LEFT GO UP AND READ OFF BIRD-BRAINED EULOGIES. YOU HEAR WHAT I'M SAYING? THAT'S WHERE WE ARE RIGHT NOW. THIS. IS. IT THERE ARE NO MORE CHANCES, NO MORE BACKSIES. NO MORE LAST CHANCES. YOU'RE LIKE AN ABC DRAMA RIGHT NOW, BECAUSE YOU 'LOST'. AND SPEAKING OF THE ABC's OF DRAMA, LET ME TEACH YOU A FINAL, POINTLESS LESSON IN IT. DRAMA 101. I'M YOUR PROFESSOR, MR. YOUSHOULDN'THAVEMESSEDWITHME, M.D. OPEN UP YOUR BOOK TO CHAPTER 1: FALLING DOWN A PIT SO DEEP THAT IT MAKES THE ABYSS LOOK AS SHALLOW AS YOUR DUMBJERK TASTES IN CASKETS, WHICH WILL BE MORE RELEVANT THAN IT HAS EVER BEEN IN THE PAST. YOU GET ME? THERE'S NO MORE AFTER THIS. FINITO. FIN. LE END. EL DONE, BUCKAROOS. SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR FRIENDS, YOUR EGOS AND WHATEVER IT WAS THAT DROVE YOU TO ACTIVELY SEEK OUT THE OPPOSITE OF SALVATION. HAVE YOU MADE YOUR PEACE WITH WHICHEVER GOD (THAT COULDN'T SAVE YOU FROM ME) YOU WORSHIP? I HOPE SO. KISS YOUR MOMMA GOODNIGHT AND GET READY TO GO ON THE SHORTEST RIDE OF YOUR LIFE. HOP IN. THE DESTRUCTIONMOBILE GOES FROM 0 - UTTERLY BONED...IN 0 SECONDS. THE ONLY THING SLOW ABOUT IT IS THE LENGTH AND TIME OF THE UNFORTUNATE AND UNPLEASANT REALITY I'M ABOUT TO SUBJECT YOU TO. THE SHIP HAS BEEN GROUNDED, MY ANCHOR CAST OFF LIKE LIGHT AT THE END OF A BIRD-BRAINED TUNNEL. AND GUESS WHAT? WHEN I MIX METAPHORS, IT'S LIKE MIXING VINEGAR AND BAKINGSODA. ONLY THOSE FAKE VOLCANOS YOU MADE IN SCHOOL??? WELL, I'M THE REAL THING. LET ME TELL YOU, MY HOT MAGMA AINT VINEGAR. YOU WANT THE FREAKING LAVA, YOU ASKED FOR THE ERUPTION? YOU'RE GOING TO GET IT. ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER THIS THREAD. P.S., PRO-TIP. UPDATE YOUR WILLS AND HUG YOUR LOVED ONES.
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I wonder when she'll realize That she's the only reason I visit
