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Copypasta of absurd and over the top replies in any discussion that became a meme of their own. Such as Navy Seals and UwU what’s this copyapsta.

Awe. Did I scare you, Son? I see you declined a rematch. Did you run out to mommy after our ONE GAME??

    Awe. Did I scare you, Son? I see you declined a rematch. Did you run out to mommy after our ONE GAME?? And scream The mean chess guy, guess what!!!-1 I beat him!!!. He was better mommy but he must ve forgot bout the clock. I'm so happy too because I'm just not smart or am good enough to beat him." But dont think that little guy. You got plenty of time to learn. You'll get there little dude. Chin up. And remember this.

"ANYONE CAN BEAT ANYBODY ONCE! SHOW YOUR REAL COLORS BY BEATING THEM IN a 2/3 MATCH OR SHOW YOU HAVE NO FAITH THAT YOU ARE BETTER AND RUN AND DECLINE IT."

- Magnus probably

One day little guy. You'll play with skill and not rely on luck to win a game and not be scared to show that you can beat them more than once. Keep those tears caused by the fear of playing me again after your face my son. Though we know you wouldn't win again in a match that time did not run out. There is no reason to be that scared. OK little guy. Get better, my son.

    I own a Vadarya Prime for home defense

      By u/megagamer20, its the “Own a musket for home defense” copypasta but changed to the Vadarya Prime sniper rifle from Warframe.

      I own a Vadarya Prime for home defense, since that's what the The Seven intended. Four Dax break into my house. "What the devil?" I say as I grab my alt helmet and glorified railgun. Blow a golf ball sized hole through the first man, he's dead on the spot. Draw my Euphona Prime on the second man and miss him entirely because I have Magnum Force equipped and nails the neighbors kubrow. I have to resort to the Felarx mounted at the top of the stairs modded for blast, "Tally ho, lads!" I say as the status effects shred two men in the blast, the sound and screams of the incarnon form set off the Altra sentinels. I draw my Dakra Prime and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He bleeds out waiting on the police to arrive since he's vulnerable to being killed for the plot. Just as the The Seven intended.

      I own a Kuva musket for home defense

      By u/MoonlitWolfheart, its the “Own a musket for home defense” copypasta but changed to the Kuva weapons from Warframe.

      I own a Kuva musket for home defense, since that's what our Golden Lords intended. Four Grineer break into my Orbiter. "What the Indifference?" As I grab my Prime Syandanna and Chakkur rifle. Blow a Roller sized hole through the first clone, he's dead on the spot. Draw my Twin Rogga on the second clone, miss him entirely cuz of Magnum Force mod that halves my accuracy and nails the neighbour's Kubrow. I have to resort to the Corvas Prime flak cannon mounted atop my Necramech, loaded with grapeshot. "Tally ho, lads!" The grapeshot shreds two clones in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off another of Ordis' PTSD episodes. Fix Sheev dagger and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He bleeds out waiting on the Kuva Guards to arrive, since Sheev shred wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as our Golden Lords intended.
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      byu/MoonlitWolfheart from discussion
      inmemeframe
      Own a Chakkhurr for home defense, since that's what the Lotus intended. Four Grineer break into my camp. "What the devil?" As I grab my pink rhino and explosive rifle. Blow a golf ball sized hole through the first man, he's dead on the spot. Draw my Angstrum on the second man, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore and explodes the neighbors kubrow. I have to resort to the Zarr mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grape shot, "Tally ho lads" the grape shot shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off landing craft alarms. Fix Skana and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He Bleeds out waiting on the dropship to arrive since triangular sword wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the Lotus intended.

      The problem with the ken hate is that a lot of it is complete bullshit.

        By u/MaximumIce5632, its for Kenneth “Kenny” Williams or KuavoKenny who is a professional Call of Duty esports player, currently a player for Los Angeles Thieves.

        The problem with the ken hate is that a lot of it is complete bullshit. People perceive Kenny as bitching to his team and being a cry baby, when in reality, he is only trying to make them better. People haven't played team sports in their life and it shows. When Kenny drops a 0.5, he is preparing his team for the worst, making sure that, in dire situations, his team will be prepared and conditioned to go extra hard. Pressure makes diamonds and he knows that, which is why is way ahead of his time. Kenny is so high IQ, that he intentionally plays bad at the beginning of the year so that his teammates can be conditioned quick. this ensures by the end of the year when the team hasn't won a single event, they will be hungrier than ever. Lastly, people complain about Kenny YY'ing. This is Ken's way of aura farming. Every time kenny YY's, the crowd roars, the lights flicker, and the ground shakes. The announcers lower their tone as their jaws slowly descend from their face. He feels the surging of testosterone flowing in his veins so that he can conquer all. This is kenny's way of asserting dominance over his peers. A primal, hungry Kuavo Ken is nothing to scoff at. When he puts that head band on, licks his lips, and moves that index finger to his Y button... Be prepared. Nothing will save you from the wrath of the legend, kuavo ken.

        Did you ever figure out why the microwave was vibrating at 3 a.m.?

          Did you ever figure out why the microwave was vibrating at 3 a.m.? Yeah, it’s running an underground operation smuggling caffeine into space. Space doesn’t even need caffeine. I thought the black holes already handled that. Not anymore. The last shipment got intercepted by a gang of asteroid smugglers. They’re trading dark matter for hallucinogenic noodles now. Oh, those noodles. I had a bowl once, and suddenly I understood what chairs are really thinking. Chairs don’t think; they conspire. You know the one in the corner? It’s part of an intergalactic terror cell. That explains why it keeps whispering coordinates to my blender at night. Did you report it to the lamp police? I tried, but they’re too busy cracking down on illegal glitter trafficking. Glitter? That stuff’s harmless. Remember when we accidentally set up a fireworks cartel on Neptune? Of course, but that wasn’t my fault! You’re the one who thought dynamite flavored chewing gum was a good business idea. Hey, it worked! Until the gum started developing sentience and unionized. Speaking of unions, did you ever pay off that debt to the interdimensional mushroom mafia? No, but I sent them a bribe made entirely of counterfeit rainbows. They weren’t impressed. Great, now they’ll send their enforcer—what was his name again? Spores McGee? Yeah, and he’s terrifying. Last time he showed up, he planted psychedelic dandelions in my fridge. You’re lucky. Last week, the fridge started hoarding stolen USB drives. Turns out it’s part of an online hacking ring. Oh, is it working with the toaster gang? Because my toaster’s been laundering Bitcoin again. Probably. They’re all connected. Did you know my kettle’s been running a side hustle selling bootleg oxygen? Oxygen’s old news. The real money’s in synthetic gravity. You can sell it by the gram to people who hate floating. I tried, but customs caught me with a suitcase full of unlicensed wormholes. What did you do? Bribed them with a time-travel coupon. It expires last Thursday. Genius. By the way, the sofa just confessed it’s hiding a stash of powdered moonlight. Don’t touch that stuff! Remember what happened when we tried to sell those meteorite-infused gummy bears? How could I forget? We ended up on Mars with no pants and a lifetime ban from their casino. Totally worth it. Now, where’s the stash of forbidden socks we smuggled out of Jupiter? Burned them. They started sprouting arms and demanded a union. I can’t believe this. We’re supposed to be professional criminals, and we can’t even control socks!

          What the fuck did you just say about my German MiG-23BN, you little stat padder?

            By u/pappaberG, its the Navy Seals copypasta but changed to the German MiG-23BN from Warthunder.

            What the fuck did you just say about my German MiG-23BN, you little stat padding freak? I'll have you know I've flown more pointless strike sorties in this flareless brick than you've had functioning brain cells. I've survived full uptiers to missile hell with nothing but a Tumansky engine screaming "LOCK ME DADDY" and six dumb bombs duct-taped to a Warsaw Pact ironing board.

I spent hundreds of matches mastering the sacred art of spawning in, going full afterburner to the deck like a burnt out stripper sliding down a pole, and dying to AIM-9s fired from another time zone. While you were grinding premiums with all aspect heaters and 300 gorillion flares, I was in the East German shit eating dojo, learning how to lose 600 km/h from tapping the rudder once and calling it "maneuvering".

You think this is just a bad plane? This is an initiation ritual. I've had uptiers rammed so hard up my ass I've seen enemy F-16s fly out of my mouth. I've dropped bombs on bases only to be vaporized to atoms before the release sound even played. I press my flare key and the game opens the Gaijin Store like "maybe you should buy something that actually wants to live."

Right now I am low, fast, and frothing at the mouth, skimming treetops in a 9.7 jet with the defensive toolkit of a paper bag, praying the missile tracking code has a stroke before I do. If I lock eyes with your 10.0 premium for even half a second, your R-60s will home on the pure spiritual despair radiating off my shivering airframe and delete me from six kilometers behind a hill.

So yeah, keep talking trash about the German MiG-23BN. Every second you mock it, another poor bastard hits "To Battle" and begins their own pilgrimage through suffering. And when they come back, broken, skillchecked, and whispering about "that one F-5 behind the mountain" they'll know what I know.

This isn't an aircraft.
It's a corporate issued personality disorder with wings.

            kyle lowry ain’t no spot up shooter he aint gotta run to the corner to shoot like hes some 3rd option bitch this aint jj redick

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              byu/DemarDerozan4MVP from discussion
              innba

              Originated from a comment in a post about Kyle Lowry’s shot chart. The person’s account has now been deleted but not before their comment became a legendary NBA meme.

              kyle lowry ain't no spot up shooter he aint gotta run to the corner to shoot like hes some 3rd option bitch this aint jj redick this is a fuckin god human steph curry come again only this time hes not a fuckin pussy pull up from the fuckin logo and fight you at the same time
              kyle lowry 🍑 ain't no spot up shooter 🏀 he aint gotta run 🏃🏿‍♂️ to the corner to shoot 🎆 like hes some 3rd option bitch 💯 this aint jj redick 🙆🏻‍♂️ this is a fuckin god🙏🏼 human steph curry 🥘 come again only this time hes not a fuckin pussy 🐱 pull up from the fuckin logo and fight you 👊🏿 at the same time