Indeed, how certain are you of this? I wish I had even an inkling of what you all were referring to, at least I could try and point it out. It must have been a post I never saw.
Haven't you considered that I am getting to agitated about this because I know exactly what photo I posted and how dramatically dissimilar it is to whatever photo you're talking about?
Either that or I'm the third Dreadnaught to occupy this name and I'm struggling to bridge the gaps between me and my predecessors.
If I post the actual photo sequence with obscured faces of when I was actually photographed with a gun in the Zionist entity, will I get...an apology? A recognition that your memories are not perfect?
Being- Zuchov.
I remember the action, but I don't remember the account. You had several as I recall.
As did Kane, coincidentally.
If I guess and get it right, what do I get?
This is nutty.
I don't know what the devil this alleged photo has to do with anything, but Dreadnaught-gate has been fun to watch.
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You and me both, baby
In the future, the Berlin wall will be a mile high, and made of steel. You too will be made to crawl, to lick children's blood from jackboots. There will be no creativity, only productivity. Instead of love there will be fear and distrust, instead of surrender there will be submission. Contact will be replaced with isolation, and joy with shame. Hope will cease to exist as a concept. The Earth will be covered with steel and concrete. There will be an electronic policeman in every head. Your children will be born in chains, live only to serve, and die in anguish and ignorance.
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.
Apparently five years ago some people saw a photo of me, an automatic riffle in front of my crotch and Israeli girl. This photo doesn't actually exist, but now this has opened the door to the truth that I'm actually not the person who was posting with my name in 2005.
Am I missing anything?
Obviously not, because I've never posted a photo of me with a riffle or a rifle.
In the future, the Berlin wall will be a mile high, and made of steel. You too will be made to crawl, to lick children's blood from jackboots. There will be no creativity, only productivity. Instead of love there will be fear and distrust, instead of surrender there will be submission. Contact will be replaced with isolation, and joy with shame. Hope will cease to exist as a concept. The Earth will be covered with steel and concrete. There will be an electronic policeman in every head. Your children will be born in chains, live only to serve, and die in anguish and ignorance.
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.
It went away when I killed the real Dreadnaught two years ago and ate his brains.
That's weird, you're weird
In the future, the Berlin wall will be a mile high, and made of steel. You too will be made to crawl, to lick children's blood from jackboots. There will be no creativity, only productivity. Instead of love there will be fear and distrust, instead of surrender there will be submission. Contact will be replaced with isolation, and joy with shame. Hope will cease to exist as a concept. The Earth will be covered with steel and concrete. There will be an electronic policeman in every head. Your children will be born in chains, live only to serve, and die in anguish and ignorance.
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.
Being, I consulted my sources and the account I unlocked was eithre Derr or Human.
The plot thickens.
When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
I didn't say unbanned, I said unlocked. I don't remember the circumstances of the ban. Does my ability to recall every interaction with every one of being's five accounts at Atari mean anything?
I think you know the answer, scotus. Why are you wearing that stupid man suit?
American Beauty is way better than Donnie Darko
In the future, the Berlin wall will be a mile high, and made of steel. You too will be made to crawl, to lick children's blood from jackboots. There will be no creativity, only productivity. Instead of love there will be fear and distrust, instead of surrender there will be submission. Contact will be replaced with isolation, and joy with shame. Hope will cease to exist as a concept. The Earth will be covered with steel and concrete. There will be an electronic policeman in every head. Your children will be born in chains, live only to serve, and die in anguish and ignorance.
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.
A few years ago I would have agreed, but I guess I'm a different person these days.
This is what you get for sticking your pee-pee into unsound, foreign barrels![]()
In the future, the Berlin wall will be a mile high, and made of steel. You too will be made to crawl, to lick children's blood from jackboots. There will be no creativity, only productivity. Instead of love there will be fear and distrust, instead of surrender there will be submission. Contact will be replaced with isolation, and joy with shame. Hope will cease to exist as a concept. The Earth will be covered with steel and concrete. There will be an electronic policeman in every head. Your children will be born in chains, live only to serve, and die in anguish and ignorance.
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.
I demand a thread title change.
It's misleading.
I could have had class. I could have been a contender.
I could have been somebody. Instead of a bum
Which is what I am
I aim at the stars
But sometimes I hit London
Yes this thread has gone off track and over the cliff, to explode in a great fireball at the bottom of the canyon.![]()