That’s it, I’m done. ♥♥♥♥ this chat. It’s devolved into a mass of retarded copy pastes and face spam. The quality of twitch chat has been declining for a while, but this is the last straw. That’s it. I’m done. I’m uninstalling the internet, chopping off my ♥♥♥♥ and moving to ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ Antarctica, at least the bacteria there will be ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ smarter discourse

ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴄʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴀᴍ ғᴀᴍᴏᴜs ғᴀsᴄɪsᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴀᴅᴏʟғ ʜɪᴛʟᴇʀɪɴᴏ. ᴡᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴀᴢɪ ᴍᴏᴅs ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄɪᴘᴀᴛᴇ ɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴀɢᴀɴᴅᴀ ғɪʟᴍ “sɪᴇɢ ʜᴇɪʟ ʟɪғᴇsᴛʏʟᴇ” ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴀɪsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏɴɢᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴀᴢɪ ᴍᴏᴅs sᴀʏ ɴᴏ ᴘᴀsᴛᴇʀɪɴᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀɴʜᴀᴍᴍᴇʀ.


"What the ♥♥♥♥ did you just ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ say about me, you worthless heretic? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Space Marines, and I've led an incomprehensible number of secret raids against the forces of chaos, and I have over 30 million confirmed purgings. I am trained in armored warfare and I'm the top Ultramarine in all the Space Marine Chapters. You are nothing to me but just another heretic. I will wipe you the ♥♥♥♥ out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before in this universe, mark my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ words.

You think you can get away with saying that ♥♥♥♥ to me over the Warp? Think again, ♥♥♥♥♥♥. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the galaxy and your powers are being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bolter.

"Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Adeptus Mechanicus and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the planet, you little ♥♥♥♥. If only you could have known what holy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥♥."

What the ♥♥♥♥ did you just ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ say about me, you little kufar? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the al-Qassam brigades, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on IDF, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in jewish gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the Gaza strip. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the ♥♥♥♥ out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ words insha'allah. You think you can get away with saying that ♥♥♥♥ to me over the Internet? Think again, ♥♥♥♥♥♥. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the West Bank and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, Jewboy. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ dead, Zionist scum. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my keffiyeh. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Gaza strip tunnel system and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the Levant, you little ♥♥♥♥. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your Jewish “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ Jew. I will ♥♥♥♥ fury and Qassam rockets all over you and you will drown in it. You’re ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ dead, occupying kiddo.

What the hell did you just ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ say, heretic scum? I'll have you know I was brainwashed the best among the group of stalkers I was captured with, and I have over 300 confirmed kills of non-believers wishing to get to get past Pripyat. I am trained in hunting dissidents, and I'm the top sniper in my entire brotherhood. You are nothing to me but just another agitator of the great Monolith. I will cleanse you with the holy power bestowed upon me the likes of which has never been seen before in this Zone, mark my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ words. You think you can get away with your blasphemy outside of Monolith territory? Think again, heretic. As we speak I am praying to the great Monolith. Your PDAs are being traced right now, so you had better prepare for the blowout, pagan. The blowout will cleanse the Zone of its intruders and non-believers. You will die, stalker. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my Gauss rifle. Not only am I extensively trained in close combat, but I channel the powers of the great Monolith and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your pathetic soul off the face of the zone, you heretic. If only you could have known what suffering and strife your blasphemy was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your artifacts in their containers and not in your hand. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you will be purged for your actions. Bullets from the glorious Monolith will rain down from the skies on your pathetic, empty skull. You shall be cleansed, stalker.

What in the Lord's name hast thou accused me of, you mangy cur? I take it upon myself to inform thee I completed mine service as a Crusader in a position of leadership, and personally spited at the very least three-hundred moslems upon my lance alone. I was taught powerful forms of combat in strange lands beyond Egypt by immensely hairy blacks and I be the greatest knight in all of Britannia! Thou art nothing to me but another knave to be stuck down. I shall remove thee from the King's lands with skill none hath ever witnessed in all of God's creation, mark my blasted words. Thou believe you may escape unharmed after uttering such vile phrases to me via magical pigeon? Ye may wish to rethink, oaf. As we converse, I am calling upon my network of allies all across Britain, and your coat of arms is being delivered to me at this very moment, so it would be best for your continued survival if you prepared for the firestorm to be delivered to your doorstep, worm. The sort of firestorm that would decimate the insignificant, worthless thing thee refers to as your life. Thou art as dead, child. I am capable of relocating mineself anywhere, anytime, and I am well versed in more than seven hundred different forms of killing, and that be with mere fisticuffs. Not only am I gargantuanly trained in such modes of combat, but I additionally am permmitted access to the entirety of our liege the King's armies and am sure to make full use of it to remove your stain upon our great nation, thou filthy pig. If only thee had the sense to fathom what hellfire thine witty remark would surely bring upon you, and now thee will feel the retribution, you damnable fool. I will deficate divine fury upon you and thou will drown in it. Ye be doomed, peasant.

A group of bearded swamp men enact their own personal holocaust against nature, systematically murdering hundreds of ducks, frogs, and beavers, all with the help of the sociopathic silent protagonist and his almost supernatural gunslinging skills.

Basically, it's like a mashup of Shrek and Metal Gear Solid.

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