Nanotech Corporation
=Slowly we shall rise untill the the world is ours=
We play L4D, CS:S, TF2 and any other game.
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Main Admin: Miguel
Admins: Cyberpower, Voidhawkz.
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Member since:
February 20, 2008 Steam Rating:
6.4 Playing time:
20.6 hrs past 2 weeks 
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VoidHawkz
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-"Gaming is a psychological battle between human players; the game is merely a medium"
Johnny C.
Portugal 
Putting Team in TeamFortress 2 Since 2008
I'm pretty kick-ass.
"Little Rocket Man" Acheiver :D
The Stats are real.
-Exept the Medic ones (too many Spy hours to reset :P)
In Soviet Russia, Ground Falls on YOU!
UPDATE
Got new Mic. Holy Crap. I mean, a MONSTER headset MIC.
I have to set the volume on lowest possible.
Cause on medium you can hear my sister's iPod from upstaris.
Rockin'
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You sexy beast
I blame you. Also should I leave again or what were you trying to tell me? =P
Thats the most messed up, well written, awesome(est) joke ever :D
Moar?
Moar?
I made that all up right now, you liek?!
Nawh nawh. This is how it goes.
So there's this llama at the bar over there. Just like any other llama, he's got a 40oz crammed up his ass. But this one was different. Scary, how different he was. What was so different, you ask?
He had a milkman on his back.
"WTF?!", he shouted as I started beating him with my tennis raquet. Harder and harder, his moans and groans were as pleasurable as they were malicious. In the distance of this desolate bar, I could hear 'Crank Dat' by Soulja Boy, which only enraged me more as to smack him harder.
By the time my raquet was bent out of shape, he was lying on the floor in a bloody pulp. His mangled frame lay there, motionless. I knew what had to be done now.
I looked up, and that llama was still stood there, none the wiser to its freedom from the milkman. I tapped it on the shoulder, and with an inquiring 'neyight', it jerked its head around to face me.
Without a greeting, I said "Did you know there was a milkman on your back?"
So there's this llama at the bar over there. Just like any other llama, he's got a 40oz crammed up his ass. But this one was different. Scary, how different he was. What was so different, you ask?
He had a milkman on his back.
"WTF?!", he shouted as I started beating him with my tennis raquet. Harder and harder, his moans and groans were as pleasurable as they were malicious. In the distance of this desolate bar, I could hear 'Crank Dat' by Soulja Boy, which only enraged me more as to smack him harder.
By the time my raquet was bent out of shape, he was lying on the floor in a bloody pulp. His mangled frame lay there, motionless. I knew what had to be done now.
I looked up, and that llama was still stood there, none the wiser to its freedom from the milkman. I tapped it on the shoulder, and with an inquiring 'neyight', it jerked its head around to face me.
Without a greeting, I said "Did you know there was a milkman on your back?"
Okey, a black man walks into a bar
the llama says: get out
:D !
the llama says: get out
:D !
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