Well you see, if you didn't care you wouldn't have said "Literally no one gives a shit" in the first place. If you truly did not care, you would of completely ignored the conversation from the very start. The fact that you said that just shows the childishness inside of you. All that saying "no one gives a shit" does is make you out to be an entitled, lower person who craves attention by trying to seem cool. Even if you do not care about this statement, the mere fact that you are saying "no one gives a shit" says a lot about you. And shows that you are in fact an unlikable individual. Regardless of if you care of not, these are goddamn facts, and facts do not care about your little peabrained fucking pissbaby feelings. No amount of not caring will change your unlikableness. Nobody will forget this moment and it'll be embedded into our minds for months, even years. Grow up a little before even thinking about responding to another innocent person with "No one gives a shit".
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I fucked the impostor from the hitgame Among Us in my dreams
I fucked the impostor from the hitgame Among Us in my dreams. He was very sus. I canโt stop thinking about his big red schlong destroying my anus until itโs as red as the impostor from the hitgame Among Us. I hope I can ever meet him. I would stroke his chest, give him a big slap on his butt that was hidden behind that hot latex astronaut suit. I want him in my ass, I want him to fill my twitching butthole with everything he got. This is how my wet dreams end every single day, I canโt stop thinking about the impostor of the hitgame Among Us.
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I've won 69 rounds of Fortnite
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๐๐๐ผ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ท ๐พ๐น ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ซ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฌ๐ฑ, ๐ฒ'๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ท ๐ฝ๐ป๐ช๐ฒ๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป ๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป 90 ๐๐ฎ๐ช๐ป๐ผ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ฌ๐ธ๐ถ๐ฎ ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ต๐ต ๐ถ๐ฎ ๐๐ธ๐พ'๐ป๐ฎ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ช๐ท ๐ถ๐ฎ? ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ด ๐ช๐ฐ๐ช๐ฒ๐ท ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ต๐ฎ ๐น๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฎ ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ผ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฝ, ๐ฒ'๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐๐ธ๐ท 69 ๐ป๐ธ๐พ๐ท๐ญ๐ผ ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐๐ธ๐ป๐ฝ๐ท๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฎ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ธ๐ฝ. ๐'๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐๐ธ๐ท ๐ช๐ต๐ต ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ผ๐ด๐ฒ๐ท๐ผ ๐ฒ๐ท ๐๐ธ๐ป๐ท๐๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฎ, ๐ ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฝ ๐ช๐ต๐ต ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐พ๐ท๐ผ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐๐ฎ๐ช๐น๐ธ๐ท๐ผ. ๐จ๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐ณ๐พ๐ผ๐ฝ ๐ช๐ท ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ธ๐ฝ ๐ผ๐๐ช๐ฝ, ๐ซ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฌ๐ฑ.
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Fortnite
sneaky sometimes your screaming wakes me up
This ZeRo guy seems pretty good
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This ZeRo guy seems pretty good. He could be a top player in a few months or maybe even #1.๏ปฟ
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Super Smash Bros
Lord Microsoft
10:43 PM, Microsoft Tower, Washington.
A figure stands in shadow, red lights from the theistic ceiling flood the spacious hall. Along the sides, hallmark pieces of technology are proudly displayed on golden pedestals. The Xbox, Windows, Hololens; At the center of it all, the vaccine.
"Microsoft Microbe Covid-19" the label on the syringe reads. A glowing substance can be seen sitting still inside.
Monitors flicker to life at the end of the hall, each one showing the point of view of an innocent civilian. The light draws a silhouette of a man. His body, frail. His skin is leathery and rugged. Breathing apparatus cover his face, a cold green mist slowly spewing out.
The grand door opens, humanoids armed with weapons drag an unkempt and furious man towards the being in shadow. They throw him to the floor, spit slathering the ground.
"This is the last one?" the figure asks.
"Yes, Lord Microsoft. all 4,607,423,673 other citizens have been accounted for."
The rugged man looks upwards, his face bloodied and bruised. His eyes meet Lord Microsoft's. Puffed from tears, his eyes can only show one emotion: anger.
"Bill Gates, you piece of shit. I swore to Samantha that if I ever-"
"Silence, creature!" Lord Microsoft slaps him with the back of his hand. "I am lord Microsoft, and you will refer to me as such!"
The guards grab the man, hoisting him up.
"Now, let us delay no further. It has taken me years to get to this point, and I will not have my victory denied!" Lord Microsoft grabs the vaccine and primes it for injection.
"Such a small thing, isn't it? Yet, it has afforded me the right to dominate all life on Earth. Covid was a blessing, not a curse."
The man's eyes widened, he screams in retaliation, but the guards shut his mouth with force. Lord Microsoft pierces his flesh with the needle. A flourescent orange liquid can be seen coursing through his veins. He falls to the floor, his muscles tightening and constricting in unnatural fashion. His eyes bulge from his skull and he shouts in pain.
He slumps over, and in only a moment he comes back to his feet. His pupils dilated and his skin, pale.
"How may I serve you, my lord."