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Rammite is dominant SPUFer.

Are you sure? All your friends will be here, like... Maid Twenty-Two and Maid Seventy-Seven and your own future self who is a maid and has a maid outfit for you...

he knows my secret Hey, Corvette, you're a cool guy. I'd like to invite you to my home for a nice little maid party :)

Well if we just throw her into the best thread she'll obviously be scared off by our skill.

Check out one of our best threads! Just a single gem of many.

Contrary to popular belief, you do not have a flask or a sword. they'll never find out It's quite alright. You get all the bitches. BANNED Oh, no, that's not on Mondays! You only do that on Wednesdays and Fridays! Well this was boring. Let's go back to Jond. A ship! This looks quite interesting! You go to investigate. Well this man is taking a nice nap. He obviously earned it. >_________

Hm, another random person that only one SubSPUFer knows that posts a few times then leaves forever? What a shame. That's never happened before.

Hey, if no one else wants it, I'll take it. I have a soft spot for hearts. (are we at the point where we ignore hellos and just take organs)

I've invited four people to this forum. I CONTRIBUTE TO FORUM SO MUCH

So I've recently been playing Pokemon Showdown with my friend and semi frequent SubSPUFer, Adgar. I've learned a few things from this. 1. Respect the Dunsparce Army. Unless you have a good Fighting type. 2. The Fight Club is full of bastards and I need to kill everyone last one of them. 3. Turtwig Army VS Moltres has predictable results. 4. Machop can one hit a Dialga. And it is glorious when it happens. 5. I am great at come backs with my final pokemon.

O_O

hey guys it's okay this isn't dead it'll be resumed shortly

The SPUF Civil War Rewrite Chapter One Huff gripped his fire axe, lowering it slightly so the faint green light did not alert the two Trolls in front of him. They were unaware of his presence, arguing with each other about if the Gunslinger was OP or not. They sat on two logs, both facing away from each other, and one threw a small stick into an already dying fire. When the conversation lulled and one of the Trolls mentioned the Axtinguisher he let out a battle cry and charged from his hiding place. His axe slammed into the first Troll and he dropped to the ground. He wrenched the axe free from the Troll’s chest and swung at the second, but this one danced out of the way at the last second. He ducked down, searching around his small pile of sticks. Finally, as Huff drew near, he snapped up with a small club, and as he swung it Huff stepped back. They waited for a moment, waiting to see who would make the first move. Finally the Troll yelled and charged at Huff, swinging at the SPUFer. Huff ducked, and the club swung over his head. He swung his own weapon forward, and the Troll dropped to the ground, blood slowly seeping from the wound in his head. “Hm. Good job, Huff,” Gold’s spirit echoed behind him. Huff glanced up at the spirit that only he could see, and shrugged as he went to examine the camp. Ever since Gold had sacrificed himself to kill Eram, he couldn’t be brought back due to the overwhelming amount of rep in his body. Since then, he had served as a sort of spirit guide and companion, taking over Simon’s job. Huff examined the small Troll camp – it was hidden by the trees. The fire was finally dead, and besides the two logs and the pile of sticks, it was fairly unimpressive. The only thing it had really was the fact it was hidden by the trees. Of course, the Trolls weren’t really intelligent, and the smoke from their fire was easily visible. Ever since the death of Eram, the Trolls had been running around. Even though he was trying to take over SPUF with the Lurkers, he was the best Moderator for dealing with the Trolls. Now, they had almost free reign, annoying everyone across SPUF. A murder here, a destroyed house there, but it wasn’t really serious, so Ian didn’t try to do anything about it. Soon after Eram’s death, Ian had been promoted to Valve level. Janobi had retired and given his moderator position to Sir Action Slacks. Witty and KigYar had opened an illegal Rep Station and were currently being hunted down by the Moderators. Huff strode out of the small area, lazily swapping his axe to each hand and back. In about twenty minutes, he was walking through the small town of SubSPUF, hidden behind the normal town of SPUF by a large mountain and a pass through it. The town was like any other Forum/Town, but smaller and crazier. Huff quickly hurried to one of the buildings, throwing the door open and stepping inside. ***** Cube, no, you’re doing this all wrong. “Hey, shut up, I’m doing this exactly right for your information!” Cube yelled, and to any observer he would’ve been yelling at nothing. Cube, you have to use a certain amount of rep, or this won’t work. “Well, if you’re such a genius, why don’t you do it?” Cube demanded of Ico. Cube, you are currently my only body. If you refuse to do it correctly then I cannot do it correctly. A short pause followed. “I’m not making these Rep Weapons the wrong way and you can’t make me.” Fine. Be like that. See guys this is better then the last one right I can semi frequently update this yay

Thread, I declare you alive. Have some more wonderful work.

This definitely needed a thread. So. Yeah. Good TF2 FanFiction. Bad TF2 FanFiction. Your own TF2 FanFiction. Whatever. I'm personally using FanFiction.net so there will be more bad than good. But be prepared for... THE BEST TF2 FANFICTION EVER! Here you go! Did I make this thread mostly to post that? Yes. But let's try to make something else of that you know what magickus i understand why you constantly complain about tim timsen now

You push away the urge to shove the can forcefully up your backside. You do that. You waste about three hours attempting to find ladies. You cannot find any. You start to the just that, but... You are now the villain. Your name is RAMMITE McEVILMAN, and you are currently murdering a random person you found on the island for NO REAL REASON other than to show the readers that you are in fact EVIL. There is no backstory to you being evil - you just are. That was quite boring. What should you do now? >__________

You might acquire a clue from the rest of the group!

You did it wrong, Doop.

You pick up a nearby can. It makes no difference to the man. You attempt to do that. There seems to be no effect. Palm Tree: You dont care about what is happening. The man charges towards you, and you dodge around him. You jab at his wrist and grab the stick out of his grasp. You shove it into his backside and propel him into the molten lava in front of you. Of course, that's what you like to think happened. He actually just sort of charged at you and tripped. You only worship one god, and that god is the Christian God Ogd. Of course. 90 HP Inventory -A can

What are you talking about, voices in Jond's head? Bames Jond is a professional. He always has arms. Lowly unprofessional voices. You would get ye flask and your noble weapon, but you don't have them! It seems you're completely empty handed! Those palm trees do look suspicious! You leap over the molten lava biting at your heels, ignoring the safe passage to the right, and charge towards them! With a valiant war cry, you slam into one! You wring your hands around it and shake it, but no reply is made from the tree. You kick it a few times and... a man falls out! "Why, hello there!" you call to him. He hits you with his weird stick thing. You flinch back, and as you try to step closer he crouches back and holds his stick up menacingly. Man, that hurt, you think. 90 HP What was that? What a weird thought. What does 90 HP even mean? >________________________

...hint hint wink wink nudge nudge

For some reason I thought this thread was posted by Alex. I blame the avatar. Anyways I'm just going to watch the Binocracy going ons and such. but yeah hi commander

Rammite I tried this. I think it ended up hurting my eyes more than helping them.

Chapter 2 This new man made Corvette feel nervous. The car-named-man squirmed as the man locked eyes him. The man sitting calmly before him was in full armor with a purple cape and an unsheathed sword lazily sprawled nearby him. Corvette wondered why he was in full armor, or had a real sword, or was just calmly sitting there staring at Corvette. “What is it, Mage?” the man asked, and again Corvette wondered why he insisted on calling him Mage. The man shrugged, and Corvette sat back again when the door opened. “New member, the Knight of Rage, please come here for authorization,” Rammite said, his tone bored. The man stood, quickly throwing his sword into his sheath and strode over. Rammite and the Knight went down the hallway and the door closed again, and Corvette was left alone. He waited in the small room, and after about three minutes, Ian and the Knight strode out. The Knight turned, and he and Ian shook hands. “Congratulations for being accepted into SubSPUF!” Ian said with fake cheer. “Thank you, noble, for accepting me,” the Knight replied. “Yeah, okay,” Ian said. “Please don’t call me noble. Now shoo. Go… post or something.” The Knight turned away from Ian and hurried out, muttering a, “Hello again, Mage,” as he passed Corvette. Corvette ignored him, standing and walking over to Ian before he could be called. “Okay, Corvette,” Ian said. “What do you need?” “Okay, uh,” Corvette said, unsure of how to start. “I’ve been going over the lab supplies, and…” He paused, thinking, and Ian motioned for him to hurry. “A lot of Rep is gone.” “So?” Ian asked. “We’re sort of testing it for a reason.” He shifted on his feet impatiently. “I mean a lot of Rep. As in, a lot more than allowed for testing. Me and Cube… We, uh, think that someone else is taking and using it for something else.” “Like what?” Ian said, not really caring about the problem. “Using it to get high?” “Ian, we think someone is giving it to the Trolls.” “That’s preposterous,” Ian said. “The Trolls are too stupid to even use Rep! They’ll probably kill themselves attempting it.” “But what if they gave it to someone else?” Corvette said. “If another guy like Eram gets ahold of Rep, then… we’re kind of ♥♥♥♥ed.” ***** Comeau, Demopan and Cube all watched with slight interest at the scene in front of them. A man in full armor with a purple cape had just tackled a man that looked a lot like him, except with a red cape. They were rolling around in the dirt now, Redcape occasionally hitting Purplecape with a club he had. “Huh,” Comeau remarked. “Should we… stop them?” “I think that would be the best No of course we’re not going to stop them! Why deprive ourselves of this entertainment? Course of action,” Cube (and Ico!) replied. “Hope they don’t oh they just rolled into Rammite’s house,” Demopan announced. The two did, in fact, just roll into Rammite’s house. They were currently fighting in it, ignoring Rammite’s screams as they clubbed and sliced everything. Suddenly, Purplecape threw a table, smashing Rammite’s window and screaming death threats at Redcape. “Quite the show,” Comeau remarked.

Go away. It's not going to be a new buds, once those idiot traders die down it'll probably be 1 scrap to 1 Refined, depending on craftability.