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The year is 2060. “Sado is one of the better main tanks in the league” says Sideshow

    The year is 2060. "Sado is one of the better main tanks in the league" says Sideshow, as Sado firestrikes a deflecting Genji, killing Boombox and Neptuno for the third time that match. "That wasn't Sado feeding" says Sideshow, as Sado charges off the map as Reinhardt. "Everyone else is just too hard on Sado" says Sideshow, as Sado accidentally swaps to Soldier, resetting his ult charge. "Okay Sideshow" says the nurse, "time for your medication"

    Bumper stared at the burger in his hand

      Bumper face got squatted by Ameng
      Bumper stared at the burger in his hand. Normally, he loved chowing down on his Big Mac like he chowed on these beta tanks like Swon or Muma or Super. But not today. Today, this burger was a sign of his failure. The double patties of meat reminded him not of succulent juicy beef but only the mighty veiny vascular muscles of Ameng. The seeded bread buns? It was Ameng’s cheeks as he squatted on Bumper’s face. The tomato? It was his blood dripping off Ameng’s hammer. The mayo? You know what it is.

      Bumper broke into a cold sweat

        Ameng chuckled
        Bumper broke into a cold sweat. There he was across the hallway, a man whose name that brought chills down his spine. Bumper looked down, hoping to avoid direct eye contact. "A-ameng," Bumper stuttered. "What up, virgin" Ameng boomed. Bumper braced himself but it was too late. Ameng's 5000 tonne shoulder slammed into his, the movement causing air waves across the room. Bumper flew back and the concrete wall chipped around him. His shoulder was definitely broken. "Later, nerd." Ameng chuckled.

        Our father who rolls in heaven, Ameng be thy name:

          Overwatch GOATS prayer
          Our father who rolls in heaven, Ameng be thy name. thy goats may come, thy will be shattered, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily cheese, and forgive us our throwing, as we forgive those who throw against us, and lead us not into Mayhem, but deliver us from Justice.

          Tumblr bitch: liking Minecraft makes you cringe!

            Tumblr bitch: liking Minecraft makes you cringe!
            
            Me: **growls really hard**
            
            Steve: its ok they’re just jealous babe...
            
            Me: I know Steve, I know 
            
            Herobrine: **slaps my fat juicy ass**
            
            Me: NOT NOW BRINE STEVE AND I ARE HAVING A MOMENT 
            
            Herobrine: youre so boring **murders a whole village**
            
            Me: **sighs**
            
            Iron golem: **en route**
            
            Steve: **minecraft**

            Do you believe in Eorzea?

              Its the Gaius Van Baelsar speech on Eorzea before fighting players from Final Fantasy XIV.

              Tell me. For whom do you fight?
              
              Hmph! How very glib. And do you believe in Eorzea? Eorzea's unity is forged of falsehoods. Its city-states are built on deceit. And its faith is an instrument of deception.
              
              It is naught but a cobweb of lies. To believe in Eorzea is to believe in nothing. In Eorzea, the beast tribes often summon gods to fight in their stead--though your comrades only rarely respond in kind. Which is strange, is it not?
              
              Are the "Twelve" otherwise engaged? I was given to understand they were your protectors. If you truly believe them your guardians, why do you not repeat the trick that served you so well at Carteneau, and call them down? They will answer--so long as you lavish them with crystals and gorge them on aether. Your gods are no different than those of the beasts--eikons every one. Accept but this, and you will see how Eorzea's faith is bleeding the land dry.
              
              Nor is this unknown to your masters. Which prompts the question: Why do they cling to these false deities? What drives even men of learning--even the great Louisoix--to! grovel at their feet? The answer? Your masters lack the strength to do otherwise! For the world of man to mean anything, man must own the world. To this end, he hath fought ever to raise himself through conflict--to grow rich through conquest. And when the dust of battle settles, is it ever the strong who dictate the fate of the weak.
              
              Knowing this, but a single path is open to the impotent ruler--that of false worship. A path which leads to enervation and death. Only a man of power can rightly steer the course of civilization. And in this land of creeping mendacity, that one truth will prove its salvation.
              
              Come, champion of Eorzea, face me! Your defeat shall serve as proof of my readiness to rule! It is only right that I should take your realm. For none among you has the power to stop me!
              📞Tell me📞, for whom do you fight? 🤔
              How very glib, 😑🙄
              
              and do you 🙏believe🙏 in Eorzea? 😏
              
              Eorzeas’ unity is ⚒forged⚒  on 🤦‍♂️falsehoods🚫. Its city-states are 👷‍♂️built👷‍♀️ on deceit🤞, and its faith💒 is an 🎷instrument🥁 of 😈deception. It is naught🎗➰🐺 but a cobweb of lies🕷🕸🙄 - to believe in Eorzea is to believe in 🙅‍♂️🙅‍♀️nothing☠. In Eorzea, the 🦉🐦beast🐟🐍 tribes often summon Gods 🙏🙏🙏 to fight⚔🔫 in their stead.
              Eorzea's unity is forged of falsehoods. Its city-states are built on deceit. And its faith is an instrument of deception.
              
              It is naught but a cobweb of lies. To believe in Eorzea is to believe in nothing. In Eorzea, the beast tribes often summon gods to fight in their stead--though your comrades only rarely respond in kind. Which is strange, is it not?
              
              Are the "Twelve" otherwise engaged? I was given to understand they were your protectors. If you truly believe them your guardians, why do you not repeat the trick that served you so well at Carteneau, and call them down? They will answer--so long as you lavish them with crystals and gorge them on aether. Your gods are no different than those of the beasts--eikons every one!
              - Teww me...fow whom do you fight?
              
              - Hmph (・`ω´・) How vewy gwib. And do you bewieve in Eowzea?
              
              - Eowzea's unyity is fowged of fawsehoods. Its city-states awe buiwt on deceit. And its faith is an instwument of deception.
              
              - It is nyaught but a cobweb of wies. To bewieve in Eowzea is to bewieve in nyothing.
              
              - In Eowzea, the beast twibes often summon gods to fight in theiw stead─though youw comwades onwy wawewy wespond in kind. Which is stwange, is it nyot?
              
              - Awe the “Twewve” othewwise engaged? I was given to undewstand they wewe youw pwotectows. If you twuwy bewieve them youw guawdians, why do you nyot wepeat the twick that sewved you so weww at Cawtenyeau, and caww them down?
              
              - They wiww answew─so wong as you wavish them with cwystaws and gowge them on aethew.
              
              - Youw gods awe nyo diffewent fwom those of the beasts─eikons evewy onye. Accept but this, and you wiww see how Eowzea's faith is bweeding the wand dwy.
              
              - Nyow is this unknyown to youw mastews. Which pwompts the question: why do they cwing to these fawse deities? What dwives even men of weawnying─even the gweat Wouisoix─to gwuvw at theiw feet?
              
              - The answew? Youw mastews wack the stwength to do othewwise ;;w;;
              
              - Fow the wowwd of man to mean anything, man must own the wowwd.
              
              - To this end, he hath fought evew to waise himsewf thwough confwict─to gwow wich thwough conquest.
              
              - And when the dust of battwe settwes, it is evew the stwong who dictate the fate of the weak.
              
              - Knyowing this, but a singwe path is open to the impotent wuwew─that of fawse wowship. A path which weads to enyewvation and death.
              
              - Onwy a man of powew can wightwy steew the couwse of civiwization. And in this wand of cweeping mendacity, that onye twuth wiww pwuv its sawvation.
              
              - Come, champion of Eowzea, face me >w< Youw defeat shaww sewve as pwoof of my weadinyess to wuwe >w<
              
              - It is onwy wight that I shouwd take youw weawm. Fow nyonye among you has the powew to stop me (・`ω´・)