CTRL+V Game v5

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I just posted it too.

My revolver is not important.
What is important is what I'm going to buy,
I just forgetin' hate this hat simulator.
And the conga worms feasting on its fanbase.
My whole sprays are just made with cold, bitter hatred.
And I always wanted to die with a hat on my head.
This is the time of avengence and no sandvich is worth saving.
And I will backstab as many as I can.
It's time for me to cloak. And it's time for me to be burnt.
My ragespy carreer begins here.

- Nobody

idk is it? im just saying ill stop bothering you guys by stopping posting for a little until i learn to stop lying and stuff

LOL this is from Zedrow



now i can totally explain why i have this in my clipboard




ok i can't

glm::vec3 cubePositions[] = {
  glm::vec3( 0.0f,  0.0f,  0.0f),
  glm::vec3( 2.0f,  5.0f, -15.0f),
  glm::vec3(-1.5f, -2.2f, -2.5f), 
  glm::vec3(-3.8f, -2.0f, -12.3f), 
  glm::vec3( 2.4f, -0.4f, -3.5f), 
  glm::vec3(-1.7f,  3.0f, -7.5f), 
  glm::vec3( 1.3f, -2.0f, -2.5f), 
  glm::vec3( 1.5f,  2.0f, -2.5f),
  glm::vec3( 1.5f,  0.2f, -1.5f),
  glm::vec3(-1.3f,  1.0f, -1.5f) 
};


:Shinra:

Finally got the Ikaruga Steam badge. Shinra's one lovey motherforgeter.

Within minutes of consumption, my mouth had filled with a thick foamy slime. Though I was in a cool climate controlled room a salty sweat broke out, and I felt my heartbeat quicken as my body threw itself into fight or flight.
The animal noises broadcasting from my pelvis were an ominous warning of the violent acts that were to follow. I shouldered my way into the bathroom, clawing at my belt, moaning with pain. The smell came first. It started sweet, almost tangy. That was quickly overpowered by a cloying chemical perfume.
The first volley of feces hit the water like soda cans and nickles. The resulting splash drenching my bottom in foul brackish water, but this was quickly becoming the least of my worries.
After another moment, the noises in my core hit a fever pitch and I was struck rigid with pain. The sweat was now running into my eyes, but the room had turned ice cold and my hands began to spasm.
I felt an insidious burning flooding my escape hatch. I gasped. Hot yellow poison began spraying from my rear, changing in pitch and echo as the stream of diarrhea whipped around the toilet bowl, creating a nightmarish Doppler effect that can only be appreciated in hindsight.
My legs fell asleep sitting on the toilet. I couldn't have stood up if I wanted to.
Wiping was a no-go. Toilet paper simply became a vile paper mache'. My hands were quickly soiled. A full blown shower was needed, and all of my towels had to be burned.
So happy with my purchase, would recommend to friends and definitely buying again!



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0sLT2vxOagM
I'M NOT A national socialist I SWEAR I JUST LIKE national socialist MARCHING SONGS-


i remember roleplaying something like this once-

now i can totally explain why i have this in my clipboard




ok i can't

To be honest?
That's adorable.