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anyone know where i can buy a sniper rifle and where i can shoo- uh watch parades from? maybe a knoll with some grass or something?

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This group is unstable. The admins have a hair trigger on the ban button.
I have seen it before, they think bans are a joke, and they're fun and games. But little do they know, the people aren't laughing

I joined this group back in 1946, just after the war. The group had existed for 15 years, but as my mother always said, "better late than never." I decided to see what this group was all about, so I joined, and, like many steam groups, this infant group ddin't seem to have a purpose. Due to my connections with the group leaders, I was able to quickly navigate my way to the top ranks, and keep my position stable. The group was lead by a madman, and I knew my position wouldn't last long, he had already banned the co-founder, and he had started calling me his co-founder aswell. Unfortunately, due to the way groups are designed in society, there was simply no action I could take to keep teh group safe from this madman, so, I kept these thoughts to
yself for quite a while. moving later, to the years of 1987, our group had started establishing some small form of a cause. I had moved on from my confines of TF2 addiction, and had discovered the game, "Counter Strike: Global Offensive". I had played the game for a short while, and, found it to be quite stimulating. Some of my friends in the group had insisted we become a
gaming clan, and the group would have a new purpose. I played along and started using the tag, "[-ZGA-]" while playing. I soon went on to think, that in lifem it would be better to die a martyr, than live in a world I cannot accept. I finally worked up the courage to speak out against the corruption in our leader. He took this as a joke, and simply deleted my comments. I knew I
could use this to my advantage, and also to my defeat. He could ignore the rebellion against him as he thought it would be a practical joke, but he could also tell my followers I was joking, and I would lose all credibility altogether. I knew that at the end of my life, my rebelion would go on, but it haden't even started yet, and I feared it never would. But in a surprising turn of events, he actually had removed my rank entireley. My life was ending, and the gcorruption was only growing stronger. After 5 years of hard work, I had made my role back up to a measly moderator, but there was no going higher. I had called out for people to leave, but the administrators simply laughed at me and threatened to ban me, but I didn't fear them. I knew it was now or never, so I called in people with my compelling story, to create a cure to this evil group, It would go down in history as the 1993 new years attack. and the plans would be carried out on the new year of 1993, with the intent of becoming...

lame-free

B) YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

[A FANFIC FORMED BY A TRAITOR MOD. HIS EXECUTION WAS SWIFT AND SUPER LAME -FinFangFoom (Group leader)]