The age of cynicism is over, the age of hope has begun

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Name : nolram aka Marlon
Clan : Ja [ ] Nein [√]
Real Life : Ja [√] Nein []
Skill : - Low + [√] - Middle + [ ] - High + [ ]
Geschlecht : Männlich [√] Weiblich [ ]
Pokemontrainer: Ja [ ] Nein [√]
Stand 17.09.2015

Hörst du wie die Mikros rauschen,
Hörst du wie die Kugeln fliegen,
Bombe, Bombe, lass uns legen,
Selig, wen die Headshots liegen,
Selig, welch in Ecken campen,
Wem die AWP ein Schlaflied singt,
O wie selig kann der smurfen,
Dem der Sieg den Uprank bringt,
Dass an roter Siegesspitze,
Siege er wie Köpfe sammelt,
Flashe, rushe, hinter dir, ich kille
Bald auch dich und bin beglückt.
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What did you say about me, saracen? I’ll have you know I graduated at the top of my class in Seminary, I’m the finest with the holy swords of the templars and have been involved in numerous crusades and have killed over 300 saracens. I am trained in all kinds of spiritual and physical warfare, and I’m the top knight in all of Catholic Europe. You are nothing to me but another muslim invader. I will destroy you with the holiness and precision the likes of which has never been seen before in all the holy lands. Mark my holy words. You think you can get away with saying that stuff to me using courier? Think again, Saracen. As we speak I am assembling my army of Templar Knights, and we’re marching into Jerusalem right now, so you better prepare for Deus to Vult it. This crusade will wipe out the pathetic thing you call your life. You’re dead, saracen. I can be anywhere, anytime, and can kill you in over 700 ways, and that’s just with a crucifix. Not only am I extensively trained in hand to hand combat, but I have access to the full hellfire and brimstone of God’s Army, and I will use it to it’s full extent to send you to the 9th ring of hell. If only you could’ve only known what kind of holy judgement your little comment will call down upon you, maybe you could’ve held your fiery tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t , and now you’re paying the price. I will strike down upon thee with fiery vengeance and furious anger. You’re dead, Saracen.