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I own a PTRD for home defence just as Comrade Stalin intended.

    Created by @AnimarchyYT, its the ‘Own a musket for home defense‘ copypasta but changed to PTRD an anti-tank rifle developed by the Soviets during WW2.

    I own a PTRD for home defence just as Comrade Stalin intended. 

Four Capitalists break into my communal housing block, “The Motherland Calls Comrades!”

I blow a crater sized hole in the first man and he’s dead on the spot. Everyone in the building is now deaf and the shockwave has triggered the local air raid siren. 

Next I draw my Tokarev and fire one round before it jams, still discombobulated from the muzzle blast I miss entirely and kill my neighbour, he was probably a spy and Comrade Stalin guided my round for the state. 

I will have to resort to the Maxim in the stairwell. I cut two fascist invaders in half before the barrel overheats and the water cooling jacket explodes. A cloud of steam corrodes and destroys all the KGB listening devices located throughout the building. 

I draw my 2ft long Mosin-Nagant bayonet and chase down the last man, stabbing it forcefully into his chest, the blade is poorly forged by a 70 year old guy from Tula so it bends and gets stuck in his rib cage, unable to be removed. He bleeds out before state security services can finish him off with their pistols. 

Just as Comrade Stalin intended.

    Fantasy. Fantasy. Final fantasy? Yeah I know final fantasy

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      Fantasy. Fantasy. Fantasy.

Final fantasy? Yeah I know final fantasy, my friend was nick named final fantasy cause of his love for the games. He also had a fart fetish, usually he would get crazy to incredible gassy. He also had a thing for skating but it ended up killing him

Final fantasy was skating once but then he didn’t see a car coming and got hit by it. Ended up being what killed him. Skating

      My name’s angry Luigi and I’m super fucking mad

        Lyrics for Angry Luigi mod for Friday Night Funkin.

        my name is angry luigi and i am super fucking mad i don’t know what to do, i’ll just sit alone and sad there is nothing in this world that can make me smile honestly it’s complicated why I’m so hostile think about my lonely past, depressing, scary and cold you can play games all you want, but I’ll no longer be controlled my name's Angry Luigi, and I want to see you burn so stay right there and let me kill you, it’s just what I’ve earned Oh you! 
        My name’s angry Luigi and I’m super fucking mad/I don’t know what to think, I’ll just sit alone and sad

There is nothing in this world that can make me smile/Honestly, it’s complicated why I’m so hostile

Think about my lonely past; depressing, scary, and cold/You can play games all you want, but I’ll no longer be controlled

My name’s angry Luigi, and I want to see you burn/So stay right there and let me kill you, it’s just what I’ve earned

Oh you

Oh you

Oh you

        The data is nothing but lies. Silver is average or even good

          From a Reddit circlejerk post in the Overwatch 2 subreddit.

          So I started doing some comp matches and got put in silver 2. I was pretty pleased with myself until I looked at some "data" and it turns out that means that I'm in the bottom 15% of all players. Clearly that is wrong because I'm better than that.

Firstly, I'd like to see where this "data" came from. Clearly not from any reputable source. Silver is clearly average, gold is good and anything beyond that isn't worth concerning yourself about. So here's some data - How come any time I look at someones career profile in quick play, they are silver also? That is because most people are silver (average).

Stuff like this is made to make people feel bad, it's very similar to penis length statistics where companies like to pretend that the average penis is far far bigger than normal through their "statistics" when actually the average is about 3.5-4".

          She breasted boobily

            "Cassandra woke up to the rays of the sun streaming through the slats on her blinds, cascading over her naked chest. She stretched, her breasts lifting with her arms as she greeted the sun. She rolled out of bed and put on a shirt, her nipples prominently showing through the thin fabric. She breasted boobily to the stairs, and titted downwards."

            He vampired billionairely across the room

              "He vampired billionairely across the room, his sweetly-softcore rapey vibes engulfed her small feminine self-inserty hair, she looked exactly like [you, the girl reading this], and he was very vampirey and mysterious..."