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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.

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

          As a Battledad, this is out of line

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            byu/moist-smegma4827 from discussion
            inokbuddyptfo
            As a Battledad, this is out of line. When I've taken the time to tactically ascertain the situation I am objectively performing the optimal strategic manoeuvre.

Take City of Cairo, if I get a single second to breathe (unlikely), I am able to perform my strategic mindset and this is what happens... I choose to run in a zig-zag formation, I halt in the middle of the road to absorb the full spectrum of tactical information around me, slowly discerning the next optimal strategic movement that will make up for my slowing reflexes as a 31 year old with a full time job and family responsibilities. 

As I'm absorbing the full spectrum of information, I am interrupted midway through by an assault player with an SMG sliding around a corner opening up on me with full auto at over 5m distance (which an SMG should be useless at). I start turning the rotation handle on my squeaky Light Machine Gun turret rotating at maximum efficiency for a man of my age. I manage to fire off a single burst which should either immediately suppress him making it impossible for him to hit me, or dealing significant damage. Instead... he jumps ... striking me five times with his SMG and forcing me to go directly to the forums to discuss this unsportsmanlike cheating behaviour. 

This would never have happened in battlefield 3.

            Q400

              Written by u/SDPoop, its known as the Q400 rant or Dash 8 Q400 copypasta by aviation enthusiasts similar to the CRJ200 rant.

              Congratulations on picking a great big fucking turd to fly! Make no mistake, the Q400 is just a god awful airplane. I think what I hate most about it is the air conditioning - When the bleeds aren't sending smoke from burning oil into the cabin (this is an alarmingly regular occurrence), the ACMs simply do a terrible job regulating the temperature in automatic mode, and if you put them in manual, moving the knob the width of a hair will roast you or freeze you. Every time you change power settings down in the 10-40% torque range the bleeds change from 2.2 - 2.7 - 3.0 making the airflow erratic and noisy and very distracting and very very fucking irritating. Also, if you shut the airplane down without the pack knobs in the 12 o'clock position, wherever you left them will become the new "12 o'clock" next time you turn them on. Obviously this is a huge fucking annoyance and it usually requires you to completely shut off the packs to reset the ECS, which unless you want to lose pressurization, you had better do on the ground and if you forget, have fun being either freezing or sweltering for the whole flight. My second least favorite part of this POS is the brakes... Holy. Shit. Stopping this airplane is frustrating at best from the cockpit, and downright traumatizing as a passenger. Don't make the mistake of assuming that like other airplanes, when you apply a normal amount of pressure to the tops of the pedals, something will happen. This is not the case. Instead, you will have to use almost the ENTIRE WEIGHT OF YOUR BODY on the pedals, and then wait several seconds, and then you will feel yourself slowing. This, of course, is just to slow down from a normal 15-20kt taxi, so plan ahead when you're taxiing. In order to slow down on landing, you will need to apply the brakes immediately; whatever you do, don't wait until you need them because they need to heat up in order to do anything (I am aware that this is the case with most airplanes with carbon brakes, but the q400's brakes are an EXTRA special case). So after applying a significant amount of pressure, that you are hoping isn't enough to lock them up, you will wait several seconds and feel no deceleration due to the brakes. You will then apply a tiny bit more pressure, only to find that that was WAY TOO MUCH AND NOW THEY ARE GRABBING ASYMMETRICALLY AND YOU ARE LURCHING BACK AND FORTH AND EVERYONE IN THE BACK IS PULLING THEIR CRUSHED FACES OUT OF THE SEATBACKS IN FRONT OF THEM AND LOOKING AROUND AT THE OTHERS, SILENTLY BUT FRANTICALLY EXCHANGING "oh my god holy shitfuck is this normal or are we mere seconds away from perishing in a smoldering heap?" GLANCES and then it's finally over and you can breathe again. After a few months on the airplane I realized that I had no idea how to give a braking action report anymore because it is literally "poor" every single time a Q400 lands, so now I just say fair every time I'm asked because that's the most conservative thing to do and it's probably actually at least fair to every other transport category aircraft that has ever been produced. The logic in the cockpit layout is really shitty too... I'm sure you've noticed that there is only ONE set of controls for TWO MFD's. Who the fuck thought of that, huh? Granted, most of the time there's no need to have the doors page and the fuel page up simultaneously, and it's a damn good thing because YOU FUCKING CAN'T unless you cycle through the pages in just the right way (think solving a rubix cube) because the DIPSHIT that designed this airplane was a lazy fucking cunt and only put one set of buttons on the pedestal. And what other airplane makes you specifically ask it to level off at the altitude you spun into the window? WHY THE FUCK ELSE DID I PUT THAT ALTITUDE THERE IF IT WASN'T BECAUSE I WANTED TO STOP THERE? There is NO reason for the ALT SEL button but at least if you're not a moron it's not a big deal. Oh and did you know that there isn't actually a yaw damper on this airplane? I know there is a button on the FGC to engage it but did you know that it's not actually connected to anything? Just kidding. I have been told that there is in fact a yaw damper on the Q400 and you can't use the autopilot if it doesn't work, but you sure could have fooled me because it doesn't do a FUCKING thing. You're gonna love swinging the tail back and forth trying to keep the brick centered Every. Single. Time. you change power or pitch. Most people just fly around uncoordinated and some people use differential power to keep it coordinated so they don't have to touch the EXTREMELY sensitive rudder pedals/trim, but your airline may not like that because supposedly splitting the power like that wreaks havoc on the ANVS and makes it fail a lot faster. This thing is awful in turbulence. And guess what? Since you can't go above FL250, you are gonna feel all of it hahahaha. And don't even think about asking how the ride ahead is, because nobody else is flying at your altitude! Don't keep your feet on the floor when it gets bumpy because as soon as you hit a nasty one they will fly up and you will bust the fuck out of your shins on the sharp lower edge of the panel. The corners of the pedestal are sharp too, so especially watch out for your knee by the FMS because that fucking hurts too if you bump it. Guess what else? Probably the very same STUPID DIPSHIT that designed the rest of the cockpit thought it'd be really smart to house the windshield wipers horizontally, instead of vertically like every other fucking airplane. So now, thanks to that ASSCLOWN, you get to hear every single knot of wind over the wiper blades and this airplane is loud as shit to begin with (admit it: you thought the Q stood for quiet didn't you. It's ok, I thought so too. It actually stands for "quite motherfucking loud still despite what we've told you so bring a good headset bitch"). Luckily, you can park them vertically with the wiper control but this is officially "frowned upon" at my airline so some crews may not feel "comfortable" doing it. I feel much more uncomfortable listening to the torrent of wind hitting the blades than breaking a silly rule that nobody will ever find out about, but some people are different. Oh, and the clamshell door. Nothing quite like sitting around not getting paid for 10 minutes after you hand out the paperwork because you're waiting for the rampers to move the jet bridge so you can close the door. On the other hand, if you want to make up that 10 minutes and more, just start the APU with the batteries off. Then you can sit for 20min- a half hour with the door closed waiting for the loads to come down to .10. Want to cancel a flight and go home? Spin the baro knob all the way down as far as it will go. That will break the CPC for some reason and make it show "FAULT." That's a gamble though because you don't want them to just end up deferring the CPC and making you do it yourself in manual mode because that's a great big nuisance. Good luck and enjoy missing commute after commute because these things are held together by spit!