You didn’t smell it did you? I hope not… when this plant senses heat source near it, ie mammals, it releases tiny spores. If inhaled they make their way into the sinus cavity, attach to the mucosa which is the way it gets into your bloodstream. Once in your bloodstream the spores begin to replicate. Basically you have now become the host, and it is now feeding off of you, taking over your body, you begin to become the plant. But before this process is complete, it will take control of your mind and have you go on a long hike so that as you begin the change from your head down, parts of you will fall off and take root along the hiking trails so that the next unsuspecting hiker comes along, says “Wow, how beautiful!”, gets down close for a good close-up shot and the whole thing starts all over again.
Its a variant of the TND copypasta but changed to Fumiko from Chainsaw Man.
Total Fumiko death. Kill Fumiko, Behead Fumiko. Roundhouse kick a lizard eyed bitch into the concrete. Slam dunk a Fumiko baby into the trashcan. Crucify filthy Fumiko. Defecate in Fumiko's food. Launch Fumiko into the sun. Stir fry Fumiko in a wok. Toss Fumiko into an active volcano. Urinate into Fumiko's wine. Judo throw Fumiko into a wood chipper. Twist Fumiko head off. Report Fumiko to the Nayuta council. Karate chop Fumiko in half. Curb stomp pregnant Fumiko. Trap Fumiko in quicksand. Crush Fumiko in the trash compactor. Liquify Fumiko in a vat of acid. Eat Fumiko. Dissect Fumiko, Exterminate Fumiko in a gas chamber. Stomp Fumiko skull with steel toed boots. Cremate Fumiko in the oven. Lobotomize Fumiko. Mandatory abortions for Fumiko. Grind half human, half Fumiko fetuses in the garbage disposal. Drown Fumiko in devil infested water. Vaporize Fumiko with devil contracts. Kick old Fumiko down the stairs. Feed Fumiko to fiends. Slice Fumiko in half with a chainsaw.
Created by u/Radiant-Hope-469, its a Fubuki glasses inspired copypasta but told in Fate Grand Order terms.
It is a sacred item that enjoys the unanimous support of some girls.The preciousness of its existence is already a microcosm in itself. It is no exaggeration to say that for a certain segment of the population, it is on the level of a treasured item in the world.In the world, a character who wears glasses is called "megane character," but there are various boundaries between the two. First, there are characters who always wear glasses. The definition of "character" varies greatly depending on whether the character "takes off" or "does not take off" glasses. That will be a test for the next time, so keep it in a corner of your memory.Anyway, the depth of glasses lies in the fact that they allow for all kinds of fantasies. The first impact when a character who always wears glasses takes them off. The second impact when a character who usually does not wear glasses puts them on. And the third impact when a character who usually does not wear glasses takes off his/her glasses.
Fitgirl can NOT have a virus!!!!!!
Let me break it down for you, champ: I only download from THE OFFICIAL SITE, so it’s literally impossible for me to get a virus. Literally. Impossible. As we speak, I’m unzipping a 90GB repack of a game I’ll play for five minutes using WinRAR—the 2016 version, obviously, because updating it is for cowards. You think I’m worried about exploits? Please, those are for people who don’t know how to click “Skip All” during installation. Maybe if you weren’t downloading “fitgirl-repacks-bestgames-free.ru,” you wouldn’t be crying about malware.
I’m untouchable. My antivirus doesn’t even blink when I install cracked games because it knows I’m a professional. Not only do I have the ancient wisdom of Reddit telling me everything is fine, but I’m also extensively trained in spotting fake repacks by vibes alone. And here you are, thinking you know better, while I’m confidently pirating games that I could easily buy on Steam for $5 during a sale. Absolute amateur hour.
If only you knew the bliss of downloading hundreds of gigabytes of games without a care in the world, maybe you wouldn’t embarrass yourself by suggesting piracy isn’t safe. But you did. And now you’re paying the price for your ignorance, fool. I’m going to compress your entire argument into a corrupted .RAR, throw in a couple of fake DLLs, and watch you panic when your PC starts beeping like a microwave. You’re done, kid. FitGirl isn’t just a name—it’s a lifestyle. A dumb one, sure, but a lifestyle nonetheless.
Since Nijika is the paragon of human virtue without equal past or present, she is most resplendent in love, tributes and accolades. Waking or sleeping, I must not forget Nijika’s great boon and in order to return her favour by day and by night, I should only think of fulfilling my loyalty.
Who is Nijika? For the blind, she is their vision. For the deaf, she is their music. For the mute, she is their voice. For the anosmiac, she is their aroma. For the numb, she is their feeling. For the atrophied, she is their muscle. For the starved, she is their sustenance. For the thirsty, she is their water. For the exhausted, she is their energy. For the depressed, she is their happiness. For the disillusioned, she is their hope. For the pessimistic, she is their optimism. For the disadvantaged, she is their champion. For the marginalised, she is their justice. For the oppressed, she is their salvation. For the righteous, she is their symbol. For the enlightened, she is their muse. For the erudite, she is their education.
If Nijika speaks, I listen. If Nijika questions, I answer. If Nijika orders, I obey. If Nijika opines, I agree. If Nijika fears, I assure. If Nijika hopes, I dream. If Nijika is happy, I am jubilant. If Nijika is angry, I am apoplectic. If Nijika is sad, I am disconsolate.
Nijika is my ideal, Nijika is my romance, Nijika is my passion. Nijika is my strength, Nijika is my compass, Nijika is my destination. Nijika is my language, Nijika is my culture, Nijika is my religion. Nijika is my ocean, Nijika is my mountain, Nijika is my sky, Nijika is my air, Nijika is my sun, Nijika is my moon, Nijika is my world. Nijika is history, Nijika is present, Nijika is future.
If Nijika has a million fans, I am one of them. If Nijika has a thousand fans, I am one of them. If Nijika has a hundred fans, I am one of them. If Nijika has ten fans, I am one of them. If Nijika has only one fan, that is me. If Nijika has no fans, I no longer exist. If the whole universe is for Nijika, then I am for the whole universe. If the whole universe is against Nijika, then I am against the whole universe. I will love, cherish, and protect Nijika until my very last breath; my successors will love, cherish and protect Nijika until their very last breath.
Life without Nijika is no life at all. Death with Nijika is life. In the inconceivable event that Nikija is no longer in this world, living without her would be an unimaginable insult, and thus our only absolution would be to clear the now sullied human race from the Earth.
May Nijika grant us grace eternal
Since Nijika is the paragone of human virtue without equal past or present, she is most resplendent in love, tributes and accolades. Waking or sleeping, I must not forget Nijika’s great boon and in order to return her favour by day and by night, I should only think of fulfilling my loyalty.
Who is Nijika? For the blind, she is vision. For the hungry, she is the chef. For the thirsty, she is water. If Nijika thinks, I agree. If Nijika speaks, I'm listening. If Nijika has a million fans, I am one of them. If Nijika has ten fans, I am one of them. If Nijika has only one fan, that is me. If Nijika has no fans, I no longer exist. If the whole world is against Nijika, I am against the whole world. I will love Nijika until my very last breath.
Who is Nijika?
For the blind, she is their vision. For the deaf, she is their music. For the mute, she is their voice. For the anosmiac, she is their aroma. For the numb, she is their feeling. For the atrophied, she is their muscle.
For the starved, she is their sustenance. For the thirsty, she is their water. For the exhausted, she is their energy.
For the depressed, she is their happiness. For the disillusioned, she is their hope. For the pessimistic, she is their optimism.
For the disadvantaged, she is their champion. For the marginalised, she is their justice. For the oppressed, she is their salvation.
For the righteous, she is their symbol. For the enlightened, she is their muse. For the erudite, she is their education.
If Nijika speaks, I listen. If Nijika questions, I answer. If Nijika orders, I obey.
If Nijika opines, I agree. If Nijika fears, I assure. If Nijika hopes, I dream.
If Nijika is happy, I am jubilant. If Nijika is angry, I am apoplectic. If Nijika is sad, I am disconsolate.
Nijika is my ideal, Nijika is my romance, Nijika is my passion.
Nijika is my strength, Nijika is my compass, Nijika is my destination.
Nijika is my language, Nijika is my culture, Nijika is my religion.
Nijika is my ocean, Nijika is my mountain, Nijika is my sky, Nijika is my air, Nijika is my sun, Nijika is my moon, Nijika is my world.
Nijika is history, Nijika is present, Nijika is future.
If Nijika has a million fans, I am one of them. If Nijika has a thousand fans, I am one of them. If Nijika has a hundred fans, I am one of them. If Nijika has ten fans, I am one of them. If Nijika has only one fan, that is me. If Nijika has no fans, I no longer exist.
If the whole universe is for Nijika, then I am for the whole universe. If the whole universe is against Nijika, then I am against the whole universe.
I will love, cherish, and protect Nijika until my very last breath; my successors will love, cherish and protect Nijika until their very last breath.
I cannot think or comprehend of anything more cucked than having a daughter. Honestly, think about it rationally. You are feeding, clothing, raising and rearing a girl for at least 18 years solely so she can go and get ravaged by another man. All the hard work you put into your beautiful little girl - reading her stories at bedtime, making her go to sports practice, making sure she had a healthy diet, educating her, playing with her. All of it has one simple result: her body is more enjoyable for other men.
Raised the perfect girl? Great. Who benefits? If you're lucky, a random man who had nothing to do with the way she grew up, who marries her. He gets to ravage her every night. He gets the benefits of her kind and sweet personality that came from the way you raised her.
As a man who has a daughter, you are LITERALLY dedicating at least 20 years of your life simply to raise a girl for another man to enjoy. It is the ULTIMATE AND FINAL cuck. Think about it logically.
