ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ meow lol it's a cute cat loll lol ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

hey, sorry i saw your profile and i just thought you looked cute in your picture, i really wanted to tell you that)) it's really rare to see girls playing video games haha! i don't know its a guy thing honestly im like really against misogyny and like ill be the one in the kitchen making sandwhiches. we should really play l4d2 sometimes its a really cool zombie game with a lot fo scary moments, but dont worry ill be there to protect you ;) sorry that wasnt flirting i swear im just trying to be friendly i really like your profile picture sorry was that too far? really sorry im really shy i don't go out much haha add me on discord we should talk more you look really nice and fun xxx

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it all started when we decided to go for a walk at our favourite trail. at night. seemed like a vibe, you know? but no sooner did we step into the woods than things got weird. i'm talking slender's 8 pages vibes, except worse. yeah, that's right—granny was there too. don't ask me how or why, but she was guzzling what had to be 8 trillion beers, stumbling around and yelling something about "you kids and your video games."

then, out of nowhere, this gal accuses me—ME—of being into "anton chigurh mpreg." a totally unfounded and slanderous claim. i can't even look at a bolt gun the same way now. thanks for ruining everything.

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where to start with this psychopath and her gang of goons. these maniacs came straight from the depths of hell, the devils rejects.
it was a long day of cleaning and making dinner for my wife (god bless her innocent soul)
i decided to hop on some DBD to unwind.
upon loading up the very first match, i recognized this woman instantly as the infamous blunt smoking Bryan main i faced on that fateful day. only now she had reinforcements.
i didn't stand a chance. not a single hit.
before i knew it the match was over. i went to be the bigger man and say "gg" in the end game chat but her and her minions all began an endless onslaught of harassment, telling me to kill myself, saying i "got gang banged" (whatever that means)
they then began pretending to be cats meowing and hissing in chat, rp'ing grooming eachother and licking their paws. i was terrified to say the least.
do not trust this inhuman maniac. she belongs in a psyche ward with the likes of daffy duck.

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I main Dracula, first day since the Castlevania chapter came out, and since then it ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ hurts that I'll never be able to mate with him. At the start I feel in love of his cape, that I want to hear his chase music from evening until morning comes. Those manly broad shoulders of a god, that I always see in the lobby when I choose the skin that exposes them the most. Those beautiful, modest hips. I want to pass my genes through him, and birth a set of perfect offspring. I'll do ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ANYTHING for the chance to get Dracula to impregnate me. A N Y T H I N G just to see him unleash Hellfire upon unsuspecting survivors. And the fact that I can't is quite honestly too much to ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ bear. Why would Behaviour create something so perfect? To ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ tantalize us? ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ laugh in our faces?! Honestly guys, I just ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ can't anymore. ♥♥♥♥.