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Pedos need to leave

Name: Anonymous 2014-12-01 22:18

Stop posting on progrider. Go to 8chan or something. Fuck off.

Name: Anonymous 2014-12-01 22:26

>>1
How dare you insult RedCream...

Name: Anonymous 2014-12-01 22:26

>>1
Whose words are you restating?

Name: Anonymous 2014-12-01 23:04

Are you Yannick, the Civil Rights Homosexual? (Though I suppose that he would go by Theist-kun these days). Perhaps you are The Report Advocate, obsessed with conspiracies about the Fat Nuggets. Either way, it has been quite a while since anyone has offered to kill me with your shotgun or told me that I would be hunted down and tortured. Let it be known that I agree with both of those sentiments. If this were a just world, I would have been burned alive so that I would at the least have utility as an example. But alas -- the world is not just; there are few heroes with the time or inclination to put this miserable wretched freak out of his misery. But my digressions into suicidal fantasies of self-loathing ultimately lead, much like my existence itself, in no useful direction.

Anyway, my normal, mentally-healthy friend, I do understand your hatred. In fact, I share it. The fact of the matter is, I need it. I need it to give me courage. Courage to end it. End it all. So as your parting gift to me, remind me of how pitiful my life is. Use your jeers and recriminations and accusations and threats to put tears in my eyes. I need to feel the pain that I deserve if I am to do what needs to be done. The .45 revolver loaded, barrel on right temple, finger on trigger, I will remember. I will accept the inevitability that this day would come. I will be at peace.

And I will do my first and final act of honor. Then the world will be a better place.

Well that turned out fucking dark. But seriously, do people really want me to leave? I thought we were friends. ;_;

Name: Anonymous 2014-12-01 23:15

>>4
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your songs? Your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?

Name: Anonymous 2014-12-01 23:18

>>4
that's a long-winded way of admitting that you're a creeper

Name: Anonymous 2014-12-01 23:22

>>6
creeper
Back to /b/, ``please''.

Name: Anonymous 2014-12-02 2:01

>>7
back to prison, sexual predator

Name: Anonymous 2014-12-02 10:44

>>8
Cite the works you're paraphrasing.

Name: Anonymous 2014-12-03 4:43

>>4
Kill >>1. There is only room for one.

Name: RedCream 2014-12-03 21:06

Fucka youa. Yes, that's what I said: Not Leaving. Thanks for agreeing with me. You might also wipe a bit of that drool off your chin. It's beginning to drip.

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