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<blockquote data-quote="SirSuperSouthern" data-source="post: 89971" data-attributes="member: 304"><p>rigor, I got somethin' I feel like I should share with you because of the grim content of a particular post of yours in this thread. The following will make you see the light. Feel better. Bear with me for however long this post is, because I know something you probably don't, along with the rest.</p><p></p><p>Alright, so you know the news about some angry man or kids who take out as many pedestrians and students (even teachers) as they can before they join the dead themselves. Bad idea to hope everyone dies like you and GWAR because death is a blessing for most. You know the percentage of miserable losers shuffling around this planet? Nobody does thanks to fake smiles and great handshakes (women now give them too). So they float around in bliss, right?</p><p></p><p>Wrong. They have kids who hate them, shitty jobs, all alone or with a spouse they ignore, claim to own houses they've already double-mortgaged; the shit list just keeps avalanching. So these pathetic losers don't realize that they're ending the constant daily hardship of the people they kill without knowing (or caring) about their collective despair.</p><p></p><p>So you see, the ones who get plugged without even know that terror is striking are the winners - unkown to the shooters. Don't believe me? Watch the YT on the most famous mob problem solver. He was always an asshole, his brother even raped a 12-year-old girl before throwing her off the roof of the tall crumbling complex they lived in. He shoulda tossed off something somewhere else. *shrug*</p><p></p><p>To get accepted by the mob, Iceman had to prove to them he would kill anyone. So off they go at nighttime, then suddenly stop on a common street's curbside, and the mobsters randomly point at some guy minding his own ruinous business. Iceman gets out and walks right past the guy before turning right around and shoots the nobody in the back of the head, which was good enough for him to join Murder Inc. (that was his new club's name).</p><p></p><p>Now the dead guy didn't spend any shitty time in some shitty hospital where fat black women have to wipe your ass for months upon months until death claims you, and only you. You didn't help anyone with the myriad of their cringe-worthy problems, you just quietly went out alone. That's the way to go. Don't wish everyone dies, most live lives as lame is yours currently is or worse. Pray they all live into their 90s, where they always suffer in old-timer homes where most are delusional or never make a noise.</p><p></p><p>Exiting early isn't so bad. Many bands sing versions of Live Fast Die Young, which makes perfect sense - especially when they don't even see it coming. El Duce's story is a fine example for everyone else. I've posted this song before but it's one from The Mentors, who El Duceplayed the drums and sang lead for them. Cheer up champ...</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>SSS</p><p>- the internet's sage</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="SirSuperSouthern, post: 89971, member: 304"] rigor, I got somethin' I feel like I should share with you because of the grim content of a particular post of yours in this thread. The following will make you see the light. Feel better. Bear with me for however long this post is, because I know something you probably don't, along with the rest. Alright, so you know the news about some angry man or kids who take out as many pedestrians and students (even teachers) as they can before they join the dead themselves. Bad idea to hope everyone dies like you and GWAR because death is a blessing for most. You know the percentage of miserable losers shuffling around this planet? Nobody does thanks to fake smiles and great handshakes (women now give them too). So they float around in bliss, right? Wrong. They have kids who hate them, shitty jobs, all alone or with a spouse they ignore, claim to own houses they've already double-mortgaged; the shit list just keeps avalanching. So these pathetic losers don't realize that they're ending the constant daily hardship of the people they kill without knowing (or caring) about their collective despair. So you see, the ones who get plugged without even know that terror is striking are the winners - unkown to the shooters. Don't believe me? Watch the YT on the most famous mob problem solver. He was always an asshole, his brother even raped a 12-year-old girl before throwing her off the roof of the tall crumbling complex they lived in. He shoulda tossed off something somewhere else. *shrug* To get accepted by the mob, Iceman had to prove to them he would kill anyone. So off they go at nighttime, then suddenly stop on a common street's curbside, and the mobsters randomly point at some guy minding his own ruinous business. Iceman gets out and walks right past the guy before turning right around and shoots the nobody in the back of the head, which was good enough for him to join Murder Inc. (that was his new club's name). Now the dead guy didn't spend any shitty time in some shitty hospital where fat black women have to wipe your ass for months upon months until death claims you, and only you. You didn't help anyone with the myriad of their cringe-worthy problems, you just quietly went out alone. That's the way to go. Don't wish everyone dies, most live lives as lame is yours currently is or worse. Pray they all live into their 90s, where they always suffer in old-timer homes where most are delusional or never make a noise. Exiting early isn't so bad. Many bands sing versions of Live Fast Die Young, which makes perfect sense - especially when they don't even see it coming. El Duce's story is a fine example for everyone else. I've posted this song before but it's one from The Mentors, who El Duceplayed the drums and sang lead for them. Cheer up champ... SSS - the internet's sage [/QUOTE]
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