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| 5-31-03 | ||||||||||||
| Spawn campers should be raped by the Gimp in Pulp Fiction | ||||||||||||
| By Predator | ||||||||||||
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| Just look at that guy in the armor in the picture above. That's a player from Planetside, one of the best multiplayer games ever. I'll bet that guy is a spawn camper. What an asshole. For those of you who don't know what video game are, a spawn camper is someone who sits around like a dipshit at the enemy's base where they respawn (come back to life after they die) and kill them. Basically the spawn camper kills the player every time they come back, so they really never get to respawn until someone goes Medieval on the stupid asshole. What kind of dickless person does that?! Some horrible player who only gets his kills by being a cheap piece of shit? I was playing Planetside yesterday and the same cunthead kept killling me when I respawned. He was wearing the same exact suit and everything. He kept killing me with this big ass gun he had on his arm that resembled a penis. I thought to myself, "What kind of idiot has a penis on his arm?!" But just as soon as I got my gun out to blow his homosexual ass back to San Fran, his penis gun plummeted me, sending me into oblivion. What the hell does this guy do in his free time? I mean besides being a cheap asshole. Maybe he steals toddlers' toys in his spare time? Or maybe he goes up to a kid with Down Syndrome and takes his wheelchair out from underneath him? (Although I admit, that would be a lot of fun!) What a scrotum eater. Fucking Battlefield 1942 isn't any better. I was playing the Omaha Beach map and some dipshits kept killing our squad when we respawned. They had their gay little tanks and their gay little soldiers out trying to rape me and my squad. It was like a Christopher Lowell army coming after me, wanting to give me ideas about interior decorating. Die asshole, I don't want your pink curtains. That goddamned Christopher Lowell. Why is he so bald and gay? I'll bet him and Richard Simmons would make a damn fine couple. One would be working the drapes while the other one worked the buns. Either way, they'd both end up working each other. |
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