You call that a copypasta? Uh, dude, I don't mean to hit you hard with the cold water or anything, but that's not a copypasta. It is, by all definitions, NOT a copypasta. That's just a wall of text. Those are two different things albeit being related: not all copypastas are text walls, and not all text walls are copypastas. No rational person would think to themselves "It's a good idea to copy and paste this!" in any situation whatsoever. Like sure, I can copy this, I am capable of pressing Ctrl + C, but then where do I paste it? In Notepad or Pastebin? Any social media site? Of course not, that just makes me look like a creep and a weirdo! What makes you think I would even consider copying it in the first place?! You'd have a better chance of finding my corpse hung on a meat hook than seeing me post that ANYWHERE. Think of it this way: let's assume some idiot on Reddit made a bad take, presumably about something you and many others like. This happens daily, of course, but in the event that the hypothetical braindead non-intellectual does say something along the lines of "I hate this, I hate that, just because it exists" and you feel compelled to send that copypasta as a reply. BOOM! Story about incest jumpscare. Do you think that's a good response to an objectively dumbass take? Do you think that would get you some easy updoots as well as serve as a legitimate comeback to the hypothetical braindead non-intellectual? In every possible dimension the answer is NO, this makes you just as stupid as the hypothetical braindead non-intellectual! You'd be looking like you were a ragebait Quora repost bot that got lost. And even worse, because the copypasta message uses first-person reference, there is sure to be some people thinking that what you just copypasted is an actual story that YOU are telling them! I don't give a damn whether it is fake or not - it's disgusting, repulsive, abhorrent, deplorable, and above all, it is NOT a copypasta! And even if you pasted it as a joke, it's a very badly executed joke at that, even more so than when Shane Dawson made the joke of cumming on his cat! This is not even a joke at all! Who do you think you are, Amy Schumer? At least with the Vaporeon copypasta, its absurdity had a level of humor that overtook the disgust most normie internet viewers would feel when reading it. But that? That is absolute garbage. No one would find it funny. It's just pathetic and sad and makes you a nincompoop for even trying. No one would even appreciate the small effort you went through to copy and paste this ridiculous, garbage low-budget Wattpad fanfic about how one lost his virginity to his sibling. No one wants to read that, not even for fun. Don't ever consider saying that's a copypasta, because it's not, and you need immediate therapy and mental help as well as a deep and existential rethink of your life choices if you say otherwise. It is nothing more than a fabrication, a text wall of filthy content that benefits neither the writer nor the copypaster. It's not worth considering and it never was.
That's about it. See ya.
Connection terminated. I'm sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth, if you still even remember that name, But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume, although, you have indeed been called. You have all been called here, into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach, but you will never find them. None of you will. This is where your story ends. And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you, although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well. I am nearby. This place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should. And to you monsters trapped in the corridors, be still and give up your spirits. They don't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting, old friend. My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up into their arms the way you lifted others into yours, and then, what became of you. I should have known you wouldn't be content to disappear, not my daughter. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now. It's time to rest - for you, and for those you have carried in your arms. This ends for all of us. End communication.
Connection terminated.
I'm sorry to interrupt you Elizabeth, if you still even remember that name. But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume. Although you have indeed been called.
You have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach.
But you will never find them, none of you will. This is where your story ends.
And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you. Although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well, I am nearby.
This place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should. And to you monsters trapped in the corridors: Be still and give up your spirits, they don't belong to you.
For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting, old friend.
My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up into their arms the way you lifted others into yours. And then, what became of you.
I should have known you wouldn't be content to disappear, not my daughter. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now.
It's time to rest. For you, and for those you have carried in your arms.
This ends for all of us.
End communication.
Henry's speech
Connection terminated.
I'm sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth. If you still even remember that name.
But I'm afraid you've been misinformed.
You are not here to receive a gift. Nor, have you been called here by the individual you assume. Although, you have indeed been called.
You have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune.
A labyrinth with no exit. A maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust of blood has driven you in endless circles. Chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near.
It's somehow out of reach.
But, you will never find them. None of you will.
This is where your story ends.
And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you. Although, there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be.
I am remaining as well. I am nearby.
This place will not be remembered and the memory of everything that started this, can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should.
And to you monsters trapped in the corridors. Be still. And give up your spirits.
They don't belong to you.
As for most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps, warm, waiting for you after the smoke clears.
Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole. So, don't keep the Devil waiting, friend.
My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up in their arms, the way you lifted others into yours.
And then, what became of you, I should have known, you wouldn't be content to disappear. Not my daughter. I couldn't save you then.
So, let me save you now. It's time to rest, for you, and for those you have carried in your arms...
This ends.
For all of us.
End communication.
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Wtf are you serious? I've been rebinding my mouse keys for the last 4 years and have been living in fear that I will one day get found out and be banned. Just last night I woke up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat because I had a nightmare that someone knocked on my door and when I opened it it was Peppy.
Unfortunately, it indeed is considered cheating. Peppy stated in a tweet last week that anyone who is caught using keyboard inputs is cheating for tapping will be automatically banned. Accolibed has recently been permanently banned and has his house raided by police after setting a mind breaking 87.27% FC on the one and only Harumachi Clover, an astonishing 142BPM and obtaining the osustd pp record worth 6pp. The fact you are not yet auto banned is completely unprecedented. Governments all around the world have outlawed using keyboards for playing osu! and has declared it to be "high treason", anyone found doing so will be immediately hunted down and executed. It is very likely that the government is tracking you down as I speak, all while giving you a sense of false hope, self-accomplishment, and the illusion of safety. Run, if you value your life. The frenzy has begun. The moon is red. We're out of time.
I’m not gay. I am not gay. Do not ever call me gay ever again. I am quite honestly one of the least gay people you have ever met. I fuck bitches, mad fucking fucked bitches. I am not gay. Stop saying I’m gay. If you were a girl, I’d probably already fucked the shit out of you by now. But unfortunately you are an ugly fucking GUY who’s tight bussy will remain unstretched by my thick, meaty 9 inch cock because I AM NOT GAY. If i were gay though, you’d find my jackhammer pounding away at your tight bussy with the force of ten tsunamis. Luckily for you I AM NOT GAY and you will have your vigin asshole remain unpounded ad infinum. Actually, it seems that you’re the gay one here. You are gay, not me. I am not gay and never will be. If I were ever gay in a past life (which I WASN’T), I would be killing myself right now, that is how gay I’m not.
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I’m not gay. I am not gay. Do not ever call me gay ever again. I am quite honestly one of the least gay people you have ever met. I fuck bitches, mad fucking fucked bitches. I am not gay. Stop saying I’m gay
Hey OP please stop replying to your own post. It's seen by karma farming by most of experienced Redditors and we definitely won't hesitate to down-vote your comments. Don't you think the karma points you've gained from the post itself are enough? There's no need to extend your metaphorical limb down the karma jar and pick up as much karma points as you can by clugging-up the whole comment section with your replies. I'll give you 10 minutes to delete the comments. When I come back I will down-vote them if they have not been removed.
Edit: Guys, you are down-voting the wrong person.
