I'm never leaking my tripcode because I don't feel like anybody should be me besides myself. I earned that name and tripcode. People can make their own if they want to shitpost.
i don't give a fuck who you are or where you live, you can count on me to be there
to bring your fucking life to a hellish end. I'll put you in so much fucking pain
that it'll make Jesus being nailed to a cross in the desert look like a fucking back
massage on a tropical island. I don't give a fuck how tough you are, how well you can
fight, or how many fucking guns you own to protect yourself. I'll fucking show up at
your house when you aren't at home. I'll turn all the lights on in your house, leave
all the water running, open your fridge door and not close it, and turn on your gas
stove burners on and let them waste gas. You're going to start stressing the fuck
out, your blood pressure will triple, and you'll have a fucking heart attack. You'll
go to the hospital for heart operation, and the last thing you'll see when you're
being put under in the operating room is me hovering above you, dressed as a doctor.
When you wake up after the operation, you'll be scared for your fucking life,
wondering what I did to you while you were being operated on, wondering what ticking
time bomb is in your chest waiting to go off. You'll recover fully from your heart
surgery. And when you walk out the front door of that hospital to go home, I'll run
you over with my fucking car out of nowhere and kill you. I just want you to know how
easily I could fucking destroy your pathetic excuse of a life, but how I'd rather go
to a great fucking length to make sure your last remaining days are spent in a
living, breathing fucking hell. It's too fucking late to save yourself, but don'
bother committing suicide either... I'll fucking resuscitate you and kill you again
myself you bitchfaced faggot.
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to bring your fucking life to a hellish end. I'll put you in so much fucking pain
that it'll make Jesus being nailed to a cross in the desert look like a fucking back
massage on a tropical island. I don't give a fuck how tough you are, how well you can
fight, or how many fucking guns you own to protect yourself. I'll fucking show up at
your house when you aren't at home. I'll turn all the lights on in your house, leave
all the water running, open your fridge door and not close it, and turn on your gas
stove burners on and let them waste gas. You're going to start stressing the fuck
out, your blood pressure will triple, and you'll have a fucking heart attack. You'll
go to the hospital for heart operation, and the last thing you'll see when you're
being put under in the operating room is me hovering above you, dressed as a doctor.
When you wake up after the operation, you'll be scared for your fucking life,
wondering what I did to you while you were being operated on, wondering what ticking
time bomb is in your chest waiting to go off. You'll recover fully from your heart
surgery. And when you walk out the front door of that hospital to go home, I'll run
you over with my fucking car out of nowhere and kill you. I just want you to know how
easily I could fucking destroy your pathetic excuse of a life, but how I'd rather go
to a great fucking length to make sure your last remaining days are spent in a
living, breathing fucking hell. It's too fucking late to save yourself, but don'
bother committing suicide either... I'll fucking resuscitate you and kill you again
myself you bitchfaced faggot.
Welcome to hell, population: you.