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Eulogy for UncleDiLF — From a Friend of the nWo
BastardFactory… gather around.
This isn’t easy to say, but someone has to step forward and speak the truth.
UncleDiLF, the Pressie King, the Bozo Warmaster, the founder of the nWo, the scourge of wussies — is gone.
He started his long, bloody path at YNC… where only the truly unhinged survive.
That’s where he sharpened his madness.
That’s where he learned the ancient art of warfare with frozen pressies. Pulled straight from the freezer, wielded like swords, cracking skulls and morale in equal measure.
He fought battles nobody else dared to touch.
He brutalized wussies with the kind of joy only UncleDiLF understood. Laughing that cursed laugh, the one that echoed like a broken foghorn in a swamp.
His greatest rival — and best mate — Scouse Nazi.
Those two fought like rabid dogs one day and drank digital blood the next.
It was chaos. It was brotherhood. It was perfection.
When he created the nWo, he didn’t just enter BastardFactory…
He infiltrated it.
He infected it.
He spread alliances like a virus and broke every weakling who stood in the way. The wise man Realgrimm!!!!
The man was a force of nature. Bald on top, wild on the sides, powered entirely by insanity and cheap snacks.
And now…
he is no more.
As his friend, it falls to me to deliver his final message. the line he lived by, the line he died by:
Let’s meAT… hehe!!!
Rest in absolute chaos, UncleDiLF®. Former World Champion and internet legend! He even fucking ein BASTARD OF THE YEAR!!!!
The freezer is empty.
The pressies have melted.
But your legend stays cold forever.
nWo 4 Life.
BastardFactory… gather around.
This isn’t easy to say, but someone has to step forward and speak the truth.
UncleDiLF, the Pressie King, the Bozo Warmaster, the founder of the nWo, the scourge of wussies — is gone.
He started his long, bloody path at YNC… where only the truly unhinged survive.
That’s where he sharpened his madness.
That’s where he learned the ancient art of warfare with frozen pressies. Pulled straight from the freezer, wielded like swords, cracking skulls and morale in equal measure.
He fought battles nobody else dared to touch.
He brutalized wussies with the kind of joy only UncleDiLF understood. Laughing that cursed laugh, the one that echoed like a broken foghorn in a swamp.
His greatest rival — and best mate — Scouse Nazi.
Those two fought like rabid dogs one day and drank digital blood the next.
It was chaos. It was brotherhood. It was perfection.
When he created the nWo, he didn’t just enter BastardFactory…
He infiltrated it.
He infected it.
He spread alliances like a virus and broke every weakling who stood in the way. The wise man Realgrimm!!!!
The man was a force of nature. Bald on top, wild on the sides, powered entirely by insanity and cheap snacks.
And now…
he is no more.
As his friend, it falls to me to deliver his final message. the line he lived by, the line he died by:
Let’s meAT… hehe!!!
Rest in absolute chaos, UncleDiLF®. Former World Champion and internet legend! He even fucking ein BASTARD OF THE YEAR!!!!
The freezer is empty.
The pressies have melted.
But your legend stays cold forever.
nWo 4 Life.
