Sic
Tyler Durden   New Delhi, Delhi, India
 
 
“The Games you used to own, now they own you.” - The Narrator
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Wolv3r!n3 26/nov./2018 às 6:23 
another day another account
Neo 28/jan./2018 às 5:30 
:P...
Neo 18/jan./2018 às 11:40 
Ek Dynamics vala aur ek SFD vala kabhi dost nahi ho shakte :P
ripper 23/jun./2016 às 22:34 
Really?
Sic 27/abr./2016 às 5:53 
Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinburg? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago, and you curse the Marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it.