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A man of God keeping the sabbath sacred. | 4 | 8.70% | |
A social revolutionary striking out against an oppressive people. | 8 | 17.39% | |
An Islamic convert commemorating Husayn's sacrifice. | 8 | 17.39% | |
W meltin steel | 30 | 65.22% | |
Multiple Choice Poll. Voters: 46. You may not vote on this poll |
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Didn't beat Breivik
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Kind of stupid, like stolen valor, with these US active shooter drills being reported and propagated as real events, no? I'd say lets go to the morgue right now Lune. Let's see for ourselves?
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PKer & Master Trainer and Terrorist of Sullon Zek Kills: 1278, Deaths: 76, Killratio: 16.82 | |||
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I haven't read any articles about this bud sorry for poking your pussy
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But is that an invitation to state a case for why this may not be 100% accurate as reported?
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PKer & Master Trainer and Terrorist of Sullon Zek Kills: 1278, Deaths: 76, Killratio: 16.82 | |||
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Can't wait to see Lune cancel his much anticipated 1 sentence reply he's been working on for the last 10 minutes.
*cranks reel*
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Kirban Manaburn / Speedd Haxx
PKer & Master Trainer and Terrorist of Sullon Zek Kills: 1278, Deaths: 76, Killratio: 16.82 | ||
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aaaaand gottem. He's gone folks with Cecily as my virgin witness!!
*unhooks Lune, tosses small fish back into water*
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Kirban Manaburn / Speedd Haxx
PKer & Master Trainer and Terrorist of Sullon Zek Kills: 1278, Deaths: 76, Killratio: 16.82 | ||
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okay, so here my theory. this guy, he a "professional" *air quotes* gambler, right? meanin he ain't got no real job or nothin and he just do this for a livin'. he apparently good enough at cards hat i work for a while for him and I wager that how he meet His girl Danley who in the phillipines right now, who by the way moved in with him while she was married to someone else. anyway, she in Philippine right now. why she there though?
well, im guessin that he been down on luck lately, made a few too many bad bets, hit too many successive losses and well the money pot she was after mostly dried up and that why she took off. so now, he hurt in for cash to climb back up that ladder to the high roller lifestyle and it ain't workin out so well so more his winnings goin to bottles insteada booty. he ridin that losin streak further and further down. but somehow between all the losses he have money to keep goin and boozin and stayin in premium suites on the end of the strip. how? who's money he using? it ain't no secret where Vegas money live and if you don't know, i ain't sayin, but let's just say he owe someone... a LOT. and he reached the end of his line with no way of makin good on hi promise of repayment. he not even fun to harass no more, so his creditors, they make him a offer: "do what we says and it ends here, with you." he ain't gotta option really, he done either way, but this way quicker, so he do it. he go along with it. he sneak all his weapons in with him and wait, that all he gotta do. he fidget ne Cousy looking out at he festival as the night grow long. just as he start to think maybe it just another cruel joke, there a knock. he swallow in resignation and glance around the room one more time before he walk over and open the door. One stares down at him as two other brush past, entering the suite. he stares up nervously a moment before fishing another key card out his pocket and holding it up for the man. Without a word, the man snatches it in a gloved hand and stalks off quietly liek a cat or something with two others in two. paddock turn his attention to his room where the other two men are busying theyselfs, fondling his firearms. his heart race a little bit as he shut and bolt the door before walking over to a recliner near the window and pick up one his rifles. he sit down and set it in his lap, (he don't need to shoot, he ain't good at it anyway) as one the man smash the window open with a bat in his gloved hand. they gonna finish it...him. | ||
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