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![]() who beat up who on red 5 years ago
he beat up that rogue no the rogue beat he up!!! two!!! awwoooww
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I'd rather argue with nerds over who killed who, then have zero stories on a red server because I hid in the zerg playing pixelquest. If I'm gonna show up to the whorehouse, you best believe I'm gonna bring a hardon or keep my ass at home. | |||
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![]() New guy got some brain worms
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![]() Is it OK to not hate jesus?
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![]() please tell me some more red stories sir-ji
thanks u
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Here is the tale of Holocausts Champion! After Nirgon, Colgate, and Holocaust refused to duel, a Champion was chosen and he really was a tool. Yulath the Bard, an armed disco warrior with a mighty dance card. At first, I refused, for only another songstress can kill a bard, but for honor and glory The King did fight the mighty bard. Chant and Chant he did, and heal and heal I did. But poor Yulath made a mistake, charming a guard to fight alongside the snake. But the King did dispel, as the Golems arrived and all went to hell. Alas, things were looking bad for poor Yulath, but refusing to die in honorable way, he called the vile Holocaust to continue the fray. But little did they know, the Kings own men showed, as grand battle ensued betwixt mighty Azrael and villainous Ho's. But more and more did the enemy grow, until the loyal Azrael were outnumbered and had to go. As the king prepared to sacrifice himself in this terrible trap, worse than any hooker that had given him the clap. The King let out a cry and a mighty curse did fly, as a Bane of Nife claimed poor Yulath's life. But that was not all for the King, for the luck of the Bristlebane was upon his side, leading 40 Holocaust to the ocean, where he started to glide. Once upon the waves he called to the mighty Prexus, who answered his plea! Water dancing away with the speed of a cheetah, as he gated to safety. But the tale is not done, for the King was vile and filled with scorn. He used a pot at the bottom of the sea, to fly to Yulath’s bind and get vengeance over thee. Many times Yulath died, as all his friends cried, from Norrath was he flung, as his story went unsung. And so went the tale of Yulath, Champion Bard, whom in the end it turned out, was just a simple retard. | |||
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![]() This guy is dead serious.
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