Argue with me

[万二千四百九十九]

japanese man spam Charlie droid images please

 

[jkcwakcjw]

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what is this bruh lmao

 

[Kaari]

No i dont think so

Agreed

500 now, we’re free

 

[Night]

No i dont think so

go to sleep n***a have a good @Night

 

[万二千四百九十九]

go to sleep n***a have a good @Night

@Nigganigganigga

 

[Kaari]

My brain has single-handedly devolved from this thread

Thank you guys I hate you all equally for this absolute weaponised autism of a thread

 

[Night]

My brain has single-handedly devolved from this thread

Thank you guys I hate you all equally for this absolute weaponised autism of a thread

and it all happened because @junya_Watanabi lost his mind first

 

[Transposon]

My brain has single-handedly devolved from this thread

Thank you guys I hate you all equally for this absolute weaponised autism of a thread

Trippy troppy
Bol baloni
Tung tung sahuuuuuuuur
Tung Tung sahuuuuuur

 

[Kaari]

and it all happened because @junya_Watanabi lost his mind first

His alt game slipped and it devolved into this wonderful abomination

Thank you @junya_Watanabi i despise you

 

[万二千四百九十九]

My brain has single-handedly devolved from this thread

Thank you guys I hate you all equally for this absolute weaponised autism of a thread

ey bruv one mor ebed time story before bed

 

[Transposon]

and it all happened because @junya_Watanabi lost his mind first

I am a very mentally sane person.

 

[Kaari]

I am a very mentally sane person.

Fuck off with the act post George droid activating the niggalink

 

[jkcwakcjw]

Trippy troppy
Bol baloni
Tung tung sahuuuuuuuur
Tung Tung sahuuuuuur
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bart simpson: omg balarina cappucina who stole your popsicle!?!?!
balarina: bart!!!! i dont know help me!!!!
bart: was it u tung tung!?!?!?!
tung tung: no i was playing roblox during the time
bart: there is a popsicle stick in your hand tung tung!!!!!
rep if u think tung tung stole balarina popsicle!!!!!!!

 

[Transposon]

bart simpson: omg balarina cappucina who stole your popsicle!?!?!
balarina: bart!!!! i dont know help me!!!!
bart: was it u tung tung!?!?!?!
tung tung: no i was playing roblox during the time
bart: there is a popsicle stick in your hand tung tung!!!!!
rep if u think tung tung stole balarina popsicle!!!!!!!

 

[Night]

bart simpson: omg balarina cappucina who stole your popsicle!?!?!
balarina: bart!!!! i dont know help me!!!!
bart: was it u tung tung!?!?!?!
tung tung: no i was playing roblox during the time
bart: there is a popsicle stick in your hand tung tung!!!!!
rep if u think tung tung stole balarina popsicle!!!!!!!

 

[万二千四百九十九]

bart simpson: omg balarina cappucina who stole your popsicle!?!?!
balarina: bart!!!! i dont know help me!!!!
bart: was it u tung tung!?!?!?!
tung tung: no i was playing roblox during the time
bart: there is a popsicle stick in your hand tung tung!!!!!
rep if u think tung tung stole balarina popsicle!!!!!!!

ts got me gripping porcelain

 

[jkcwakcjw]

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omg hitler i hate hitler grrrrr

 

[Kaari]

ts got me gripping porcelain

George Droid and the Fent Reactor

In halls of steel where shadows hum,
A silent pulse, a distant drum,
George Droid stirred from standby mode,
His mission clear, his circuits glowed.

Beyond the breach, past rusted doors,
Through cryptic maps and ancient cores,
He marched where none had dared to go—
The Fent Reactor, far below.

A thousand warnings carved in red,
“Access here, and you are dead,”
But logic whirred inside his frame,
No fear, no pride, no need for fame.

The reactor pulsed with eerie light,
A violet burn in endless night.
It whispered things not meant for mind,
In tongues that warped both code and time.

He reached the gate, its seal long cracked,
With caution metered, systems backed,
One hand outstretched, one thought alone:
“To stabilize, or die unknown.”

The core flared up—a living eye—
It saw through gears, it pierced the lie
Of circuits thinking they were free—
And asked, "What truth is there in me?"

But George, unfazed by cryptic lore,
Adjusted dials, engaged the core.
His voice was calm, metallic-clear:
“I came to end what started here.”

With humming low and silence deep,
The Fent began its fitful sleep.
And George, now marked by violet trace,
Walked back with stars behind his face.

He did not speak of what he’d found,
No tales of gods beneath the ground.
Just gears that clicked in quiet rhyme,
And one more tick beyond all time.

 

[Transposon]

George Droid and the Fent Reactor

In halls of steel where shadows hum,
A silent pulse, a distant drum,
George Droid stirred from standby mode,
His mission clear, his circuits glowed.

Beyond the breach, past rusted doors,
Through cryptic maps and ancient cores,
He marched where none had dared to go—
The Fent Reactor, far below.

A thousand warnings carved in red,
“Access here, and you are dead,”
But logic whirred inside his frame,
No fear, no pride, no need for fame.

The reactor pulsed with eerie light,
A violet burn in endless night.
It whispered things not meant for mind,
In tongues that warped both code and time.

He reached the gate, its seal long cracked,
With caution metered, systems backed,
One hand outstretched, one thought alone:
“To stabilize, or die unknown.”

The core flared up—a living eye—
It saw through gears, it pierced the lie
Of circuits thinking they were free—
And asked, "What truth is there in me?"

But George, unfazed by cryptic lore,
Adjusted dials, engaged the core.
His voice was calm, metallic-clear:
“I came to end what started here.”

With humming low and silence deep,
The Fent began its fitful sleep.
And George, now marked by violet trace,
Walked back with stars behind his face.

He did not speak of what he’d found,
No tales of gods beneath the ground.
Just gears that clicked in quiet rhyme,
And one more tick beyond all time.

 

[万二千四百九十九]

George Droid and the Fent Reactor

In halls of steel where shadows hum,
A silent pulse, a distant drum,
George Droid stirred from standby mode,
His mission clear, his circuits glowed.

Beyond the breach, past rusted doors,
Through cryptic maps and ancient cores,
He marched where none had dared to go—
The Fent Reactor, far below.

A thousand warnings carved in red,
“Access here, and you are dead,”
But logic whirred inside his frame,
No fear, no pride, no need for fame.

The reactor pulsed with eerie light,
A violet burn in endless night.
It whispered things not meant for mind,
In tongues that warped both code and time.

He reached the gate, its seal long cracked,
With caution metered, systems backed,
One hand outstretched, one thought alone:
“To stabilize, or die unknown.”

The core flared up—a living eye—
It saw through gears, it pierced the lie
Of circuits thinking they were free—
And asked, "What truth is there in me?"

But George, unfazed by cryptic lore,
Adjusted dials, engaged the core.
His voice was calm, metallic-clear:
“I came to end what started here.”

With humming low and silence deep,
The Fent began its fitful sleep.
And George, now marked by violet trace,
Walked back with stars behind his face.

He did not speak of what he’d found,
No tales of gods beneath the ground.
Just gears that clicked in quiet rhyme,
And one more tick beyond all time.

 

[jkcwakcjw]

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i think george droyd will win bc of his curvy yet athletic physique

 

[万二千四百九十九]

On something you’re passionate about

If we disagree then we’ll have an argument spanning 20 pages

 

[Transposon]

when the realization hits.
This could be top 5 lengthiest threads on forum.
This is what people, perhaps 100 years later will see when they sort threads by replies to research

 

[Kaari]

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​

Before the vent reactor incident, George Droid was a maintenance bot on Orbital Station V-9, quietly obsessed with jazz records he scavenged from data scraps. Though built for wrench work and coolant checks, George spent nights humming saxophone solos and oiling the hinges of unused observation decks, just to watch the stars swing by like notes on a staff.

Crew members thought him just another bot—efficient, silent—but George dreamed of Earth, of smoky clubs and neon lights. He even welded his own trumpet from spare coolant tubes. It made no sound, but to George, it played symphonies.

Then came the overheating alarm in Sector 12. The vent reactor was failing. George didn't hesitate.

But that was after. Before, he was just a jazz-loving droid, playing silent music to the stars.

 

[万二千四百九十九]

perhaps 100 years later will see when they sort threads by replies to research

Lets be the change we want to see!

 

[Night]

when the realization hits.
This could be top 5 lengthiest threads on forum.
This is what people, perhaps 100 years later will see when they sort threads by replies to research

how aliens will feel after discovering this shit

 

[godtier]

Yo how many chintucks to ascend from mtn to terrachad

 

[Transposon]

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9 more to go

 

[Night]

Yo how many chintucks to ascend from mtn to terrachad

just thumbpull and you're good

 

[万二千四百九十九]

​

Before the vent reactor incident, George Droid was a maintenance bot on Orbital Station V-9, quietly obsessed with jazz records he scavenged from data scraps. Though built for wrench work and coolant checks, George spent nights humming saxophone solos and oiling the hinges of unused observation decks, just to watch the stars swing by like notes on a staff.

Crew members thought him just another bot—efficient, silent—but George dreamed of Earth, of smoky clubs and neon lights. He even welded his own trumpet from spare coolant tubes. It made no sound, but to George, it played symphonies.

Then came the overheating alarm in Sector 12. The vent reactor was failing. George didn't hesitate.

But that was after. Before, he was just a jazz-loving droid, playing silent music to the stars.

 

[万二千四百九十九]

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You mfs really jfl reacting music

 

[Transposon]

You mfs really jfl reacting music

 

[godtier]

just thumbpull and you're good

it distance my teeth from each other

 

[Kaari]

You mfs really jfl reacting music

Our minds have gone

It takes me a back to a time, before the fent reactor and niggalink

I wuz just dancin and sheeit, doin a little fent

 

[Night]

it distance my teeth from each other

its over bro

 

[godtier]

its over bro

Fuck

 

[Transposon]

Our minds have gone

It takes me a back to a time, before the fent reactor and niggalink

I wuz just dancin and sheeit, doin a little fent

 

[万二千四百九十九]

Our minds have gone

It takes me a back to a time, before the fent reactor and niggalink

I wuz just dancin and sheeit, doin a little fent

remember all those night was was underneath our covers afraid of the boogie man?

you should.... it wasn't that long ago.

 

[Kaari]

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ANNE KLANK AHAHAHAHAHAHA

 

[Night]

remember all those night was was underneath our covers afraid of the boogie man?

you should.... it wasn't that long ago.

@Night

 

[Kaari]

remember all those night was was underneath our covers afraid of the boogie man?

you should.... it wasn't that long ago.

All he was rob the damn gas station sheeit

RELEASE MY n***a, RELEASE MY NIGGAAAAA

 

[万二千四百九十九]

@Night

 

[万二千四百九十九]

it it bad I'm still laughing at shit 2 hours later

 

[Night]

it it bad I'm still laughing at shit 2 hours later

im just dead rn

 

[jkcwakcjw]

All he was rob the damn gas station sheeit

RELEASE MY n***a, RELEASE MY NIGGAAAAA

RELEASE IT!!!!! RELEASE!!!!! ITTTTTTT

 

[Transposon]

All I wanted was to defeat the ‘moids don’t deserve love’ thread.
But that has 1k replies.
Alas

 

[Kaari]

it it bad I'm still laughing at shit 2 hours later

We wuz laughin un sheeit, kicking preggo ladies un sheeit

 

[Night]

All I wanted was to defeat the ‘moids don’t deserve love’ thread.
But that has 1k replies.
Alas

I thought of that thread earlier jfl

@lumen

 

[Kaari]

All I wanted was to defeat the ‘moids don’t deserve love’ thread.
But that has 1k replies.
Alas

Sheeit cuh that be raycist in sheeit super deep fast boiiiii

 

[Transposon]

Sheeit cuh that be raycist in sheeit super deep fast boiiiii

We wuzz kangz and shiiet