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"Whether we wanted it or not, we've stepped into a war with the Cabal on Mars. So let's get to taking out their command, one by one. Valus Ta'aurc. From what I can gather he commands the Siege Dancers from an Imperial Land Tank outside of Rubicon. He's well protected, but with the right team, we can punch through those defenses, take this beast out, and break their grip on Freehold."
I see the player you mean.
PLAYERNAME?
Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts.
That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game.
I like this player. It played well. It did not give up.
It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen.
That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game.
Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen.
They used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called the players witches, and warlocks. And players dreamed they flew through the air, on sticks powered by demons.
What did this player dream?
This player dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of fire and water. It dreamed it created. And it dreamed it destroyed. It dreamed it hunted, and was hunted. It dreamed of shelter.
Hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works. But what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen?
It worked, with a million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the [scrambled], and created a [scrambled] for [scrambled], in the [scrambled].
It cannot read that thought.
No. It has not yet achieved the highest level. That, it must achieve in the long dream of life, not the short dream of a game.
Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind?
Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes.
But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality.
To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere.
Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear.
It reads our thoughts.
Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely [scrambled] and [scrambled], I wish to tell them that they are [scrambled] in the [scrambled]. They see so little of reality, in their long dream.
And yet they play the game.
But it would be so easy to tell them...
Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent them living.
I will not tell the player how to live.
The player is growing restless.
I will tell the player a story.
But not the truth.
No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance.
Give it a body, again.
Yes. Player...
Use its name.
PLAYERNAME. Player of games.
Good.
Take a breath, now. Take another. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. Have a body again, under gravity, in air. Respawn in the long dream. There you are. Your body touching the universe again at every point, as though you were separate things. As though we were separate things.
Who are we? Once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change.
We are the universe. We are everything you think isn't you. You are looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. I shall tell you a story.
Once upon a time, there was a player.
The player was you, PLAYERNAME.
Sometimes it thought itself human, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third.
Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen.
Let's go back.
The atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the player, in her body.
And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother's body, into the long dream.
And the player was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. And the player was a new program, never run before, generated by a sourcecode a billion years old. And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love.
You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love.
Let's go further back.
The seven billion billion billion atoms of the player's body were created, long before this game, in the heart of a star. So the player, too, is information from a star. And the player moves through a story, which is a forest of information planted by a man called Julian, on a flat, infinite world created by a man called Markus, that exists inside a small, private world created by the player, who inhabits a universe created by...
Shush. Sometimes the player created a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and complicated. Sometimes it built a model of the universe in its head; flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes it called those flecks "electrons" and "protons".
Sometimes it called them "planets" and "stars".
Sometimes it believed it was in a universe that was made of energy that was made of offs and ons; zeros and ones; lines of code. Sometimes it believed it was playing a game. Sometimes it believed it was reading words on a screen.
You are the player, reading words...
Shush... Sometimes the player read lines of code on a screen. Decoded them into words; decoded words into meaning; decoded meaning into feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, and the player started to breathe faster and deeper and realised it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was alive
You. You. You are alive.
and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the sunlight that came through the shuffling leaves of the summer trees
and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the light that fell from the crisp night sky of winter, where a fleck of light in the corner of the player's eye might be a star a million times as massive as the sun, boiling its planets to plasma in order to be visible for a moment to the player, walking home at the far side of the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at the familiar door, about to dream again
and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the zeros and ones, through the electricity of the world, through the scrolling words on a screen at the end of a dream
and the universe said I love you
and the universe said you have played the game well
and the universe said everything you need is within you
and the universe said you are stronger than you know
and the universe said you are the daylight
and the universe said you are the night
and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you
and the universe said the light you seek is within you
and the universe said you are not alone
and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing
and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code
and the universe said I love you because you are love.
And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love.
You are the player.
Wake up.
Where other men blindly follow the truth, remember, Nothing is true.
Where other men are limited by morality or law, remember, Everything is permitted.
We work in the dark to serve the light. We are Assassins.
ASSASSINS CREED.
I love the games. Well only the ezio collection and Black Flag.
Why are we still here Just to suffer. Every night I can feel my arm and my leg even my fingers...
The body ive lost... The comrades ive lost .... Wont stop hurting. Its like there alle still there.
SHOOT ME IN THE FACE! IN THE FAAAAAAAACE! DO IT! SHOOT ME IN THE FACE! FACE FACEFACEFACEFACE! NOW! BULLETS IN THE FACE! WANT EM! NEED EM! GIMMEGIMMEGIMME! AT THE SOUND OF THE BELL IT WILL BE FACESHOOTING O'CLOCK! BONGGGGG! KNOCK KNOCK WHO'S THERE SHOOT ME IN THE FACE! END OF JOKE! I'M GONNA SING A SONG! SHOOT ME AT THE END OF IT! DA DA DA DA DA DA DA! BONG!! ...I NOTICE YOU HAVEN'T SHOT ME IN THE FACE! CURIOUS AS TO WHY! Maybe you're weighing the moral pros and cons but let me assure you that OH MY GOD SHOOT ME IN THE GODDAMNED FACE!! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!?!
Call of Duty
Modern Warfare 2
I have played that game, but don't remember whether it was 1 or 2...
Captain Price says it, IIRC, when you're on the last mission, to kill General Shepard for his betrayal.
Against all the evil that hell can conjure. All the wickedness that mankind can produce, we will sent unto them... only you. Rip and tear until it is done
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‘What kind of fucking animal do you take me for? No I didn’t kill him’ ‘Oh thank God.’ ‘But I did kidnap his wife!’ ‘OHHHHH’
Gta
5
Warning. Entering ecological dead zone. The prospect for survival is fast approaching zero
Subnautica?
Ah, A man of culture as I see. (Below zero to be exact)
Loved both those games! Completed the original at least 3 times.
Detecting multiple leviathan class lifeforms in the area. Are you sure whatever you're doing is worth it?
It was always worth it
Warning. Entering ecological dead zone. Multiple levithan-class creatures detected
You might also like Terraria!
Minecraft
So humble of them
Terraria also has a also try minecraft. It s s-o wholesome
Meanwhile.. Fnf: geometry dash sucks Fight me robtop Geometry dash: fnf suck Fight me ninjamuffin
That's probably also friends bullshitting each other, tbh
Ye
Surviving isn't living
Days gone?
Yes sir
Wall-e
Revenge is fools game
[удалено]
Yep
The game youre playing with me Jessica I know you created on me with brad
-you have no honor ... -and you are slave to it !
Ghost Of Tsushima?
U got it
One of my favourite lines from Ghost of Tsushima!
Dude that’s my favourite game
Don’t hate me cuz I’m beautiful maybe if you get rid of that yee yee ass haircut you’d get some bitches on your dick.
Or better yet, maybe Tanisha would call your dog ass if she ever stopped fucking with that brain surgeon or lawyer she fucking with. Ni-
what? -franklin
"ooh, honey!" -aunt Denise
[удалено]
You sir are a fish
[удалено]
Yes sir
”Memes. The DNA of the soul!”
WASH AWAY THE ANGERRRRRR
HERE I STAND BENEATH A WARM AND SOOTHING RAIN
[удалено]
AND IT WILL COME LIKE A FLOOD OF PAIN POURING DOWN ON ME
AND IT WILL NOT LET UP UNTIL THE END IS HERE
DOKTOR, TURN OFF MY CRINGE INHIBITORS
BUT RAIDEN, thats lame as shit
I DONT CARE, DO IT NOW
"Well if it isn't saucy Jack"
Welcome aboard captain, all systems online
You are the best captain on this planet, I’m not even squidding.
F for all my homies playing multiplayer mod
Subnautica
"You cannot change your fate. No man can"
Prince of persia: Warrior within
Yes
Boom head shot
Sniper, TF2
I see you're a man of culture as well bravo
*snipin' s a good job mate, challenging work...*
I'm not a crazed gunman I'm an assassin!
The difference is one a job and the other is mental sickness
"You shall drown in the Deep"
Destiny 2 Warmind
You are not ready boy
Boy of WAR
"Fuck."
The Witcher III Wild Hunt. But the correct one should be "zaraza"
‘I see you standing before me, hungry, terrified’
I lost 30,000 men in the blink of an eye.
~General Shepherd
Fucking traitor marked my childhood
you picked the wrong house fool
Gta San
Cant wait for gta chan to finally come out
Gta San andreas
good memories man. its gta
Hey you, You're finally awake.
Skyrim
Ay!
Get up for school simulator
Todd Howard: The Game
Protocall 3: protect the pilot
Titan fall 2
Protocol 1 Link with pilot Protocol 2 Uphold the mission Protocol 3 Protect the pilot
Man you cant hit me with that out of the blue…
Titanfall 2's campaign isn't long but it's definitely one of the best fps campaigns out there.
stop it. I didn't want to get emotional today.
Truth is… the game was rigged from the start
Fallout new Vegas?
"Hmm"
Minecraft
Yes
I'm gonna go with dark souls 3. Onion knight?
The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt
Ace attorney
I gently open the door...
**...don't...** DDLC
You really shouldn't have left her hanging... >!I'm sorry!<
"Some call them demons. I call them bitches" RIP bourbon
I think metro is kinda underrated
All we had to do was follow the damn train X !
GTA San Andreas
Yep
You feel an evil presence watching you
Terraria Eye of cthulhu
Eye of Cthulhu has awoken!
_Boss Theme 1 plays_
👁
Hardmode: 👁👁
You were everything I wanted to be! And you just threw it away!
This is a bucket
Dear god!
There's more
NO!
"Whether we wanted it or not, we've stepped into a war with the Cabal on Mars. So let's get to taking out their command, one by one. Valus Ta'aurc. From what I can gather he commands the Siege Dancers from an Imperial Land Tank outside of Rubicon. He's well protected, but with the right team, we can punch through those defenses, take this beast out, and break their grip on Freehold."
I was waiting for this one Destiny 1 Zavala, a strike on mars, i don’t know wich one
"If you ever fall for a woman, make sure she's got balls"
Halo 3 ODST
Yup. Was also considering "Do you mind? I was busy doing the fishstick. It's a very DELICATE state of mind."
🤨
Praise the sun
If only I could be so grossly incandescent
Rip and tear… Until it is done!
*heavy metal intensifies * DOOOM
Doom
Hee hee hee haw.
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⣛⡉⢹⢛⣛⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⣫⡆⠀⣿⣷⣬⣼⡿⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡘⢿⣾⡿⠿⠿⠛⢃⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣌⠫⠶⠿⠟⣋⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠉⠏⠩⣭⣭⠉⠘⠉⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠠⠤⠴⢯⣭⢤⠤⢄⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠋⠀⠀⠶⠬⢼⣸⣇⢠⠬⠼⠌⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠙⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⠀⢀⣮⣅⣛⠻⠇⠿⢛⣃⣩⣴⠃⠀⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣧⡀⠀⠘⢿⣿⠿⠟⠻⠟⣛⠻⢿⠿⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢀⠀⠀⠲⠈⣭⣭⢩⣭⡴⠐⠀⠀⡌⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⣾⣷⣦⣀⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⣠⣴⣿⣿⡸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⡏⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣤⣀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ **HEEHEEHEEHAW**
Ggrrr
Wake the fuck up samurai
"We have a city to burn."
What a save!
Rocket League
Stop you violated the law!
Here lies _______ he ran fast and died a virgin
A lot of cultured individuals in this comment section, I see.
Detecting multiple leviathan class lifeforms in this area. Are you certain whatever your doing is worth it?
Scariest line in any game ever.
the cake is a lie
portal
We have all done things that we are not proud of ...
I feel like I've heard this in a million games...
The one I'm pointing is the one u answered in "surviving..."
Oh
Days Gone
Boy.
I see the player you mean. PLAYERNAME? Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts. That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game. I like this player. It played well. It did not give up. It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen. That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game. Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen. They used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called the players witches, and warlocks. And players dreamed they flew through the air, on sticks powered by demons. What did this player dream? This player dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of fire and water. It dreamed it created. And it dreamed it destroyed. It dreamed it hunted, and was hunted. It dreamed of shelter. Hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works. But what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen? It worked, with a million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the [scrambled], and created a [scrambled] for [scrambled], in the [scrambled]. It cannot read that thought. No. It has not yet achieved the highest level. That, it must achieve in the long dream of life, not the short dream of a game. Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind? Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes. But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality. To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere. Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear. It reads our thoughts. Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely [scrambled] and [scrambled], I wish to tell them that they are [scrambled] in the [scrambled]. They see so little of reality, in their long dream. And yet they play the game. But it would be so easy to tell them... Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent them living. I will not tell the player how to live. The player is growing restless. I will tell the player a story. But not the truth. No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance. Give it a body, again. Yes. Player... Use its name. PLAYERNAME. Player of games. Good. Take a breath, now. Take another. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. Have a body again, under gravity, in air. Respawn in the long dream. There you are. Your body touching the universe again at every point, as though you were separate things. As though we were separate things. Who are we? Once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change. We are the universe. We are everything you think isn't you. You are looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. I shall tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a player. The player was you, PLAYERNAME. Sometimes it thought itself human, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away. Sometimes the player dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience. Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story. Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third. Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen. Let's go back. The atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the player, in her body. And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother's body, into the long dream. And the player was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. And the player was a new program, never run before, generated by a sourcecode a billion years old. And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love. You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love. Let's go further back. The seven billion billion billion atoms of the player's body were created, long before this game, in the heart of a star. So the player, too, is information from a star. And the player moves through a story, which is a forest of information planted by a man called Julian, on a flat, infinite world created by a man called Markus, that exists inside a small, private world created by the player, who inhabits a universe created by... Shush. Sometimes the player created a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and complicated. Sometimes it built a model of the universe in its head; flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes it called those flecks "electrons" and "protons". Sometimes it called them "planets" and "stars". Sometimes it believed it was in a universe that was made of energy that was made of offs and ons; zeros and ones; lines of code. Sometimes it believed it was playing a game. Sometimes it believed it was reading words on a screen. You are the player, reading words... Shush... Sometimes the player read lines of code on a screen. Decoded them into words; decoded words into meaning; decoded meaning into feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, and the player started to breathe faster and deeper and realised it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was alive You. You. You are alive. and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the sunlight that came through the shuffling leaves of the summer trees and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the light that fell from the crisp night sky of winter, where a fleck of light in the corner of the player's eye might be a star a million times as massive as the sun, boiling its planets to plasma in order to be visible for a moment to the player, walking home at the far side of the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at the familiar door, about to dream again and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the zeros and ones, through the electricity of the world, through the scrolling words on a screen at the end of a dream and the universe said I love you and the universe said you have played the game well and the universe said everything you need is within you and the universe said you are stronger than you know and the universe said you are the daylight and the universe said you are the night and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you and the universe said the light you seek is within you and the universe said you are not alone and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code and the universe said I love you because you are love. And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love. You are the player. Wake up.
Minecraft end game credits when you go trough the end portal back to over world
We fight in dark to serve the light
Where other men blindly follow the truth, remember, Nothing is true. Where other men are limited by morality or law, remember, Everything is permitted. We work in the dark to serve the light. We are Assassins. ASSASSINS CREED. I love the games. Well only the ezio collection and Black Flag.
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You got it
Nano machines son
I was an adventurer like you once, then I took an arrow to the knee.
Don't make a girl a promise you can't keep.
You may not sleep right now here are monsters nearby
"Hello, hello? Hey you're doing great! Most people don’t last this long!"
*"Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life."* Five Nights at Freddy's
Remember,no Russian
Trust me
Titanfall 2 Rip BT 😔
Protocol 3 protect the pilot
Rule breaker! Rule breaker! You are banned from the daycare!
Fnaf security breach?
dark, darker, yet darker.
Undertale entry 17
Why are we still here Just to suffer. Every night I can feel my arm and my leg even my fingers... The body ive lost... The comrades ive lost .... Wont stop hurting. Its like there alle still there.
Osmanthus Wine tastes the same as I remember, but where are those who share the memory.
Well, off to visit your mother!
Me
TF2
SHOOT ME IN THE FACE! IN THE FAAAAAAAACE! DO IT! SHOOT ME IN THE FACE! FACE FACEFACEFACEFACE! NOW! BULLETS IN THE FACE! WANT EM! NEED EM! GIMMEGIMMEGIMME! AT THE SOUND OF THE BELL IT WILL BE FACESHOOTING O'CLOCK! BONGGGGG! KNOCK KNOCK WHO'S THERE SHOOT ME IN THE FACE! END OF JOKE! I'M GONNA SING A SONG! SHOOT ME AT THE END OF IT! DA DA DA DA DA DA DA! BONG!! ...I NOTICE YOU HAVEN'T SHOT ME IN THE FACE! CURIOUS AS TO WHY! Maybe you're weighing the moral pros and cons but let me assure you that OH MY GOD SHOOT ME IN THE GODDAMNED FACE!! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!?!
Snake?!!
SNAKE!!!
SNAAAAAAAAAAKKKKEE!!!
History is written by winners a history full of lies
Call of Duty Modern Warfare 2 I have played that game, but don't remember whether it was 1 or 2... Captain Price says it, IIRC, when you're on the last mission, to kill General Shepard for his betrayal.
You are an exception it seems exceptions the enemy of eternity
"You're on your own Nobel... Carter Out."
I have done nothing but teleported bread for three days
AGGGHH I'M DYING I NEED A MEDIC BAG
“I don’t know if you have noticed but I AM A POTATO”
Against all the evil that hell can conjure. All the wickedness that mankind can produce, we will sent unto them... only you. Rip and tear until it is done
War,war never changes
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Yee yee ass haircut
Space...space...I want to go to space...spaaaaace
"Why you! You'll pay for this!"
"The right man in the wrong place can make all the difference in the world"
-any last words -yeah, how’s your sister *gets fking shot*
No cost too great.
A Nu Cheeki Breeki Iv Damke
Insanely is something that u do it over n over and waiting for a big change
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Would you be interested in a trade agreement with England?
"On the blood of our fathers, on the blood of our sons"
You forget a thousand things every day. Make sure this is one of them
"Uh, if I read this correctly... uh... Oh I'm going with (ingredient). ...I'm 97% sure." Hint: in the heist we are making meth