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>>49333
southport stabbing

>>49335
link the article that says he is from rawda or whatever its called

>>49335
xister I need a source reply

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>>51672
whatever I am goiing to sleep.

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>>47814
how about no

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I can't change this awful orange style

themes are broken

>>49596
only here or everywhere?

nvm varnish fucking breaks everything.

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I have pirated Gmod

>>52315
Broke ass nigga

>>52315
does it work?
it has constant updates so you'd have to download newer version from pajeet virus sites every single time, i'd consider pirating gmod

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‘I spent a lot of time making many great devices that were not intended for the purposes they’re being
used for now. You see, I’m only trying to help humanity now. I truly am, I think I’m a good person, I
think I’m not only great, but you know, it is what it is.
I’ve been thinking about something, my poor old lad. Look, I don’t want to keep you standing all day,
especially in this burning arid sun so I’m going to keep it as short as possible before you get a stroke or
something, especially since many of you do look like you’re likely to get one. So, I was thinking about
something, long before the war, you know?
It’s that, hey, I’ve got a baby boy now that I’ll have to look over. And I’m rather afraid of bringing him in
since this is kind of a vile world, you know? It’s nothing against you, since I’ve got no quarrel against
either of you personally, but I simply don’t want my boy get hurt by a bunch of child molesting Jews.
That’s all I’m trying to get at, I want him to live a fulfilling live, in the same way his father had. I don’t
want him to kill his wife necessarily, come to think of it, I may’ve come to regret it, but I simply wish
there was but another way I could take it back, but I can’t. Especially since I was the one who had to bury
her in the first place, maybe I don’t want to have his upbringing lead him in the same place his father was
brought to but.’ He took a slight breather. The crowd was somewhat in-between, they didn’t really know
on which side to be on.
But there in the back Hess was at the very least supportive. And you could never go back on the promise
of killing a woman and taking her of your child. Hess had plenty of experience in that kind of ordeals
since his wife had been a giant German Woman by the name of Hilda.
He never considered this but Hess had been a good friend, he was great. One of the greaтест people he’s
ever been acquainted with. It was then that upon bowing to his friend, Hess but grabbed a passing Semite
by the head and squeeze his head right open, like a little melting caramel pop.
‘Hmm, now I see that there’s a great future for me not here in the Fatherland, although I will return and
die here, with my fathers and forefathers and everyone else as I ascend to the greaтест homeland of all,
where I will join my gods in the glory of battle when the time comes. But until then, I will, after all help
thPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Him being with the Eagle-Heil Foundation, which was; it was by all means the greaтест Foundation that
was ever given life on this planet. For starters there were no Rats that managed to snick in, for the
Foundation had no living members in it, yet, something seemed to be working as well as directing the
mass-production of the guns.
But woe, it had to be said.
Ezekiel was an angel-artifact. Who has been taken from another life, as his true appearance was that of a
peculiarly deformed put-together creature of patches, with many wool and many green threats and
swoons, he had been there. Sent to make sure that the evil beings were but kept under control, not to
move anymore; one day this peculiar artifact woke Coalstein from his sleep. There and dire he
approached.
‘I’ve stumbled upon many things that I do not know, as to look upon creatures like you, whom are not
human, but try acting so. Yet your act is to deceive, I know you’re just like a nigger, within your soul.’
He turned around, oh vile thing it was. He shone in the dark bunker, not as if to know what was going on
there, he had but froze a speck of a heart inside a harpy that appeared out of nowhere, with many eyes,
and an eerie voice, and a chain around her throat, dragged to his hands, as well as he drew forth. This
peculiar angel, revealed a sphere inside his chest. Reality could not keep up with what happened, as it was
but merely put to such grandeur as to bring a тест to them.
‘Why have I been tortured for so long? What have I done to deserve this happen to me at last?’
Razminovich but inquired, knowing of the little things that he had but failed to sire.
‘It’s because you vile things have been deceived; and you are not the chosen people, as you’ve lied to
yourselves over more than a few centuries. For your acts and deeds of evil you must be destroyed. For
there is a darkness inside of you that may spread like a cancer and cause such wits to be paranoid, in turn
you shall destroy us all, even the vile angles that groan upon the strange masses of the broken world.
You must be punished and made to suffer for your acts, and until the debt shall be paid ten times forth as
you’ve once asked, then you will be made to suffer continuously until you will have been completely
ruined.
Know this, the future is but ruined and dark.
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He did not know whether or not that was a dream, but one thing was certain, the torture and everything
else that happened was real. He could not forget the pain and death that happened there. How the
Germans invaded the death camps and took them over. Misha’s life got worse from that point on. With
every guard having been replaced by them, there would be no mercy left to spare, there would be no
break, only work, that never ended. They were chained like niggas. Whipped ever by electrical whips,
they were being submerged in the pools which were now electrified as well, only because the Germans
were attempting to reanimate them while they were still being alive. That said a lot about our people,
since at that point in time we were dying of starvation. We were walking corpses. We were dying yet we
continued working. Ever since I arrived at the camps, I have never been fed at all. I have not even
received a piece of bread at all. They didn’t even keep food inside the camp unless they hid it all in the
barracks, but that couldn’t be since at late hours most of the guards left the camps and went back home
after the night-shift came in. It was how the prison-camps worked in some way. All of our letters were
brought and placed in the camp’s post office, which was near the camp’s water tower, which was place
next to the camp’s infirmary that was placed near the camp’s research center that was placed near the dog
den and that was the most dangerous of placed a man could be sent to.
They say whoever goes to the dog-den, they don’t return, they don’t return at all. They trained the dogs
worrisomely so, that they would have their way with woman and man, but not child, they took the
children instead and made ice-sledges out of them and played with them during winter. This thing
stretched for years, I think, eighteen years at the very least. We were deported, we were being aborted,
experimented upon, there was nothing that they didn’t make us do. They knew about our impulses, we
became the dogs. They made us rape our own children just like we were raped by the dogs. There was a
brothel in the death-camp as well. We were made to dress in women’s clothes and danced for the pleasure
of our superiors which were other, far wealthier Jews who managed to fine the guards so they could let
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That felt as if he was in a photo, in a frames shot with the bodies that all of the sudden began being
shaken by someone who was impatient while being in one of those old red lighted rooms, waiting for the
photo to be done, but being incapable of truly waiting for the liquid to drip off. But moved in front of
someone’s face, randomly so that it would look like a weird animation of some kind; and then, they
weren’t there. Their numbers disappeared as well; but not their numbers, which I remembered.
I met Hans during one of the rare days we were allowed to eat, off the floor, off the ground after being
made to crawl like dogs. One of the prisoners there was whipped until he was bloody, until his skin fell
over completely and he couldn’t breathe any longer; he was to be the mean, he was ripped apart and they
made us feed on him, to cannibalize on the man, and devour his organs, and drink his blood, although
there was food on the table neither of us went near it since we were afraid of it being poisoned. We could
not trust them not to poison us after what happened. Even after they left the feeding-room inside the
infirmary where the other prisoners were being taken care of by the Camp-nurses and the Camp-doctors
and the Camp-physicians and the Red Cross was there as well with their volunteers, we didn’t know what
to do.
It happened. They disemboweled my fried with the help of whips they wrapped around his throat, his
legs, his arms, they were horse. Horses brought from the Camp-stables, tied to his limbs, then one of the
guards simply shot above him, startling the horses which ran as far as they could, in the Infirmary and
beyond.
There were days where the fences looked like walls. There were days when the gates were open and we
could simply run away, but it was too late. We were already beaten, mentally they had us. Even while
their watchtowers were empty, we were made to fear. Invisible Germans could be there, watching over
us. I felt one breathing, at the back, of my neck. As I turned out I saw nothing there, only thin air as the
breathing stopped. I was afraid that might happen. Already abandoned by the other rats who most likely
made their way back to one of the Non-invisible guards only to snitch on me so they could have me
punished. That would earn them a few days off the camp. I never saw them afterwards, so I could only
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>>49140
why the sudden gigaquote

>>49140
>>49139
kys

>>49145
kys
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>>49147
>>49146
mods can u ban this hateful incel

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