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Visit The Horsmen (and women)'s profileLast Online: 13 days ago
The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
"You live in endless darkness. You cannot hurt me or any man that stands in the sun."
-Oedipus Rex
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The Warrior Creed
by Robert L. Humphrey
(Marine Rifle Platoon Commander on Iwo Jima
& Bujinkan 10th Dan)
Wherever I go,
everyone is a little bit safer because I am there.
Wherever I am,
anyone in need has a friend.
Whenever I return home,
everyone is happy I am there.
"It's a better life!"
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I fantasize about being a private eye detective in a big city like new york or Chicago. I picture my self being on the top floor in some hughe building in my office in the dark over looking the city. As I am standing by the window with the lights of the city shining in creating a glare, I am constantly narrating my life and the days ahead while I am wearing a trench coat and a fidora smoking a cigarette.
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I am otherwise known as:
Dr. Noun, Dr. Verb, Castor Troy, Pollux Troy, ThinkingofamasterplaN, Cpt. Reynolds, Potato, Faggot, Niggah in Disguise, THE Patches, Dick Fetus, Johnny Guitar, Nigger Fetus, Sam Bell, Assfucking Thundercunt, Captain Reynolds, Sir Reynolds, Fourth Horseman, The Four Horsemen, Chrysler, Fetus, Sting'zorga King of Bees!, Oklahoma Incident, Wastelander, Elfen Lied, Vash the Stampede, Lawrence of Arabia, Craft the Stoic, Craft Lawrence, Arabian Knight, Johnny Mnemonic, Lord Humongous, Fooly Cooly, The Walker, Solaire of Astora...
I started with a silence, but went out with a bang! Remember what I tried to do! REMEMBER!
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Visit The Horsmen (and women)'s profileOutstanding game but they do not give enough credit to the single player which in my opinion, gives this game its atmosphere.
Complete and utter shit, just un-installed it. I reccomend uninstalling it to anyone that has not done so already.
>attend school to learn
>get killed
>go to cinema to enjoy a movie
>get killed
>shop at the mall
>get killed
>run a marathon
>get killed