zatnik
Raymond "Red" Reddington   California, United States
 
 
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Joined Steam circa 2010

Things I think about: :imSorry::sorryForWhat::gymBOSS::masterVan:


1. fire and fury like the world has never seen




Life is like a box of chocolates. A cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that nobody ever asks for, and un-returnable because all you get back is another box of chocolates. So you're stuck with this undefinable whipped-mint crap that you mindlessly wolf down when there's nothing else left to eat. Sure, once in a while there's a peanut-butter cup, or an English toffee, but they're gone too fast and the taste is fleeting.. So you end up with nothing but broken bits filled with hardened jelly and teeth-shattering nuts. If you're desperate enough to eat those, all you've got left is a an empty box filled with useless brown-paper wrappers.


"I want you all to understand this! If you do this.. there will be no forgiveness, no amnesty. This boy died honoring his uniform, and you, will die with nothing"


So I'm gonna pull down my pants, and then I'm gonna need you to take that pouty mouth of yours and swallow up my balls. Now they're big and hairy, especially the left one, so you're really gonna have to, I don't know, squish 'em up to get 'em inside there. You're probably gonna have to do one cheek at a time. But then, once they're all warm and snug in there, I want you to repeat what you're asking me as clearly as you can. Then, and only then, am I willing to answer. What do you say?









Currently Online
King_C4 27 Jul, 2022 @ 9:01pm 
The void take and the void gives, but on this day the void has taken. RIP for the ancient one has been consumed.
Cody 27 Jul, 2022 @ 8:57pm 
the void has consumed this one
Cody 18 Jan, 2020 @ 11:29pm 
ark Triton, hark! Bellow, bid our father the Sea King rise from the depths full foul in his fury! Black waves teeming with salt foam to smother this young mouth with pungent slime, to choke ye, engorging your organs til’ ye turn blue and bloated with bilge and brine and can scream no more -- only when he, crowned in cockle shells with slitherin’ tentacle tail and steaming beard take up his fell be-finned arm, his coral-tine trident screeches banshee-like in the tempest and plunges right through yer gullet, bursting ye -- a bulging bladder no more, but a blasted bloody film now and nothing for the harpies and the souls of dead sailors to peck and claw and feed upon only to be lapped up and swallowed by the infinite waters of the Dread Emperor himself -- forgotten to any man, to any time, forgotten to any god or devil, forgotten even to the sea, for any stuff for part of Winslow, even any scantling of your soul is Winslow no more, but is now itself the sea!
zatnik 12 Dec, 2019 @ 1:54am 
Hey look buddy, I'm an impractical engineer. That means I solve problems, not problems like " how am I going to stop some mean mother Hubbard from tearing me a structurally superfluous be-hind?" Because that would fall within the purview of your conundrums of philosophy. I solve impractical problems, for instance: "What is beauty"?. The answer, use no gun, and if that don't work... Use still no more gun. Take for instance this light caliber tripod mounted lil' old number not designed by me, not built by me, and you best not hope... Not pointed at me.