Razputin

Gen 6 stuff: [spoiler2]

Ireland where even the monitors are drunk out of their mind

Ireland where even the monitors are drunk out of their mind

Robert Downey Jr might just be my favorite person alive

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aww that's so sweet Also for a moment I thought one of the promos was named Croft's Chest. Alas, it's just a crappy badge

That's my secret


I'm always violently offensive

Roses are red Violets are blue Vodka is cheaper Than dinner for two

1.Convinve some people they are your friends 2.do a bulkbuy of shit you want and shit they want 3.split the shipping costs 4.????????? 5.profit that is how I got my companion cube plushie, engy mug and headcrab hat

I always wonder how this works in the minds of NK's leaders. I mean they have China babysitting them but imagine if they'dactually nuke the US. NK: "Ha! we nuked America! Take that capitalist pigs! China, come celebrate!" China: "Uh yeah no the USA is too good of a trading partner and we're not gonna sweettalk nukes" USA: "Silly NK, we have a space laser. Here, have some nukes" And then we had to redraw the world map to add in the Korean sea.

not that much competition though

There was only one creature powerful and fast enough to travel such a long distance in such a short amount of time, and Caine knew what to do. Without hesitation, he pulled down his pants, squatted down in the sand, and slapped his hairless flabby ballsack on the floor while yelling about female equality: as you obviously know, this is the mating cry of the rape yeti.

In a matter of minutes, Caine could see a dustcloud at the horizon: without a doubt, it was a rape yeti closing in on its prey. When it came closer, Caine could see it was a fine specimen; 6 meters tall, heavily muscled, and an erection that would make even Graham Norton reconsider. Caine had to overpower it, but could obviously not use his sword as it would have killed the rape yeti.

How will Micheal Caine battle the rape yeti, without killing it?

Alea iacta est
intro's gonna be long as fuck, after that it'll be shorter passages


Micheal Caine finally came to. Rubbing his head that felt like it was about to burst, he looked around him: he was lieing on a old wooden bridge, that cracked and cried under its own weight. In front and behind him, barely visible through the smoke, were the remains of two identical buildings, symmetrical even in their destruction. The water beneath the bridge seemed foul, and Micheal noticed the Geiger counter on his wristwarch was ticking like crazy - better to get out of here before the bridge collapsed beneath him.

Coughing from the scent of burning hats, he crawled to the side of the bridge, barely grabbing the edge before it crumbled down into the toxic water. Now, being on the side, Micheal could identify a silhouette of another person through the smoke, lieing face down in a pool of blood, and next to him, a pillar that went high into the sky. Micheal got up on his feet, walked towards the man, and crouched next to him - he was still breathing. Micheal did not attempt to help him: as a matter of fact, he was the reason that man lay there.

"I have studied under Christian Bale himself, did you really think your childish ninja kong-fu woulde stand a chance against me, you orange-haired freak?" he muttered.
"..f-fuck you" the bleeding man managed to utter "..i-it's shinigami, n-not ninja".
Caine smiled. He reached toward what at first glance had appeared to be a pillar, and pulled it out of the ground to reveal its true identity: a gigantic sword, so ridiculously large a normal person would never consider using it. But he was no regular person. He was motherfucking Micheal Caine. "Tell the devil about your tamagochi bullcrap" he laughed at the dieing man, before cutting him sagittaly in half. "and tell him to reserve a seat or four, because your master is next".

Caine climbed over the fence and walked into the desert, leaving the deserted forts to explode behind him. This had all started a few months go, when Christian Bale had woken up one day to realize how retarded his voice had sounded in Christopher Nolan's Batman. Dreaded by the destruction of his career, he had started to smoke weed erriday, until he finally collapsed under a severe case of the munchies: a disease with the simple cure of saturated fats. However, just on that same fateful day, Gabe Newell had gotten the news that his affair with a teenage black boy had given him herpes, starting him on an eating binge so severe that he had devoured the world's supply of fast food.

But there remained hope. There were myths of a single donut remaining, somewhere in our solar system, that had not succumbed to Gaben's mighty stomach. This last, sacred donut, was sought after by many people, most notably by Gaben and his mighty army of money golems, who had destroyed the world in their wicked search for the Last Donut. Caine had to beat him to the lunch, before his master Bale died of munchification. Luckily, he had connections; a single guru, who could no doubt aide him on his quest.


Who is this mysterious guru, and where is his hiding place?
Jesus Christ that got long

We should watch Asian porn instead

TF2 Psychonauts Binding of Isaac Metroid Prime

Sounds like back then he had all the right to hate on Americans In all honesty, I don't dislike any of the Americans we have here on subspuf but I do dislike America.

Poor, foolish Dueljay. Do you realize what yoou have done to yourself? You entered Birthday Bot's lair, and he will never make you leave. Birthday after Birthday will go by, and you will curse God that you have not yet starved to death. Out of sheer desperation, you will eat wiring and cogs that you find lieing around, in a desperate attempt to silence the mind-numbing pain of your empty stomach. You will lick the pools of oil and gasoline you find on the ground, desperately trying to quench the thirst that makes it impossible to fall asleep. Then you slowly start to decompose. How many years have passed since you entered you cannot know, as the pitch-black darkness of the lair does not give a way to tell the time. But even if you could, your mind has already detirioated to a droning tone of endless agony, leaving no room for other thoughts. As your skin rots off and the germs eat away at your organs, only the parts that time can't digest remain. Over the course of several decades, your eyes slowly melt in their sockets, your stomach bursts from accumulating gasses and decay and lets its acid flow freely through your system, and evenrually even your bones crumble lto dust. Then one day, your entire body has been replaced by metal and wiring. As the last living cells in your brain finally collapse into themselves, a final whimper for help escapes your lips. As they too get replaced by electrical nodes, you suddenly know what to do. Through the pitch-black darkness, you walk straight towards a narrow crack in the wall, and reach in with your arm. It returns to you, holding a Party Hat. As you put it on, a cold, metal voice echos through the cave. It takes you a few moments to realize, that they are your words: "1 member is celebrating their birthday on ##-##-##: -[sUBJECT NAME] (Age: [sUBJECT AGE]) Happy Birthday!"

Poor, foolish Dueljay. Do you realize what yoou have done to yourself? You entered Birthday Bot's lair, and he will never make you leave. Birthday after Birthday will go by, and you will curse God that you have not yet starved to death. Out of sheer desperation, you will eat wiring and cogs that you find lieing around, in a desperate attempt to silence the mind-numbing pain of your empty stomach. You will lick the pools of oil and gasoline you find on the ground, desperately trying to quench the thirst that makes it impossible to fall asleep. Then you slowly start to decompose. How many years have passed since you entered you cannot know, as the pitch-black darkness of the lair does not give a way to tell the time. But even if you could, your mind has already detirioated to a droning tone of endless agony, leaving no room for other thoughts. As your skin rots off and the germs eat away at your organs, only the parts that time can't digest remain. Over the course of several decades, your eyes slowly melt in their sockets, your stomach bursts from accumulating gasses and decay and lets its acid flow freely through your system, and evenrually even your bones crumble lto dust. Then one day, your entire body has been replaced by metal and wiring. As the last living cells in your brain finally collapse into themselves, a final whimper for help escapes your lips. As they too get replaced by electrical nodes, you suddenly know what to do. Through the pitch-black darkness, you walk straight towards a narrow crack in the wall, and reach in with your arm. It returns to you, holding a Party Hat. As you put it on, a cold, metal voice echos through the cave. It takes you a few moments to realize, that they are your words: "1 member is celebrating their birthday on ##-##-##: -[sUBJECT NAME] (Age: [sUBJECT AGE]) Happy Birthday!"

Poor, foolish Dueljay. Do you realize what yoou have done to yourself? You entered Birthday Bot's lair, and he will never make you leave. Birthday after Birthday will go by, and you will curse God that you have not yet starved to death. Out of sheer desperation, you will eat wiring and cogs that you find lieing around, in a desperate attempt to silence the mind-numbing pain of your empty stomach. You will lick the pools of oil and gasoline you find on the ground, desperately trying to quench the thirst that makes it impossible to fall asleep. Then you slowly start to decompose. How many years have passed since you entered you cannot know, as the pitch-black darkness of the lair does not give a way to tell the time. But even if you could, your mind has already detirioated to a droning tone of endless agony, leaving no room for other thoughts. As your skin rots off and the germs eat away at your organs, only the parts that time can't digest remain. Over the course of several decades, your eyes slowly melt in their sockets, your stomach bursts from accumulating gasses and decay and lets its acid flow freely through your system, and evenrually even your bones crumble lto dust. Then one day, your entire body has been replaced by metal and wiring. As the last living cells in your brain finally collapse into themselves, a final whimper for help escapes your lips. As they too get replaced by electrical nodes, you suddenly know what to do. Through the pitch-black darkness, you walk straight towards a narrow crack in the wall, and reach in with your arm. It returns to you, holding a Party Hat. As you put it on, a cold, metal voice echos through the cave. It takes you a few moments to realize, that they are your words: "1 member is celebrating their birthday on ##-##-##: -[sUBJECT NAME] (Age: [sUBJECT AGE]) Happy Birthday!"

Poor, foolish Dueljay. Do you realize what yoou have done to yourself? You entered Birthday Bot's lair, and he will never make you leave. Birthday after Birthday will go by, and you will curse God that you have not yet starved to death. Out of sheer desperation, you will eat wiring and cogs that you find lieing around, in a desperate attempt to silence the mind-numbing pain of your empty stomach. You will lick the pools of oil and gasoline you find on the ground, desperately trying to quench the thirst that makes it impossible to fall asleep. Then you slowly start to decompose. How many years have passed since you entered you cannot know, as the pitch-black darkness of the lair does not give a way to tell the time. But even if you could, your mind has already detirioated to a droning tone of endless agony, leaving no room for other thoughts. As your skin rots off and the germs eat away at your organs, only the parts that time can't digest remain. Over the course of several decades, your eyes slowly melt in their sockets, your stomach bursts from accumulating gasses and decay and lets its acid flow freely through your system, and evenrually even your bones crumble lto dust. Then one day, your entire body has been replaced by metal and wiring. As the last living cells in your brain finally collapse into themselves, a final whimper for help escapes your lips. As they too get replaced by electrical nodes, you suddenly know what to do. Through the pitch-black darkness, you walk straight towards a narrow crack in the wall, and reach in with your arm. It returns to you, holding a Party Hat. As you put it on, a cold, metal voice echos through the cave. It takes you a few moments to realize, that they are your words: "1 member is celebrating their birthday on ##-##-##: -[sUBJECT NAME] (Age: [sUBJECT AGE]) Happy Birthday!"

Gay-Rights Guy

Goddamn that Reshiram looks amazing. He did a great job making that stupid tail into something decent-looking The Garchomp made me laugh out loud EDIT: Also check out the guy's deviantart. If you ask me they actually posted the least interesting ones in that article. His Dragonite is my personal favorite FFS IOU +2rep