+rep pretty good player

accept me please :)

GL, hope exault's see's this. HIs not winning Lol

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

thicc grimes

mooseman is a cool person who says accurate comments

no one likes that your still alive

ＳＩＮＧＳＩＮＧ， ＨＯＷ ＤＯ ＹＯＵ ＰＬＡＹ ＭＥＥＰＯ？ ＤＯ ＹＯＵ ＭＡＸ ＰＯＯＦ， ＬＩＫＥ ＹＯＵ ＰＯＯＦＥＤ ＯＵＴ ＯＦ ＲＥＬＥＶＡＮＣＥ？ ＯＲ ＤＯ ＹＯＵ ＭＡＸ ＮＥＴ， ＬＩＫＥ ＹＯＵ ＮＥＴＴＥＤ ＺＥＲＯ ＬＡＮ ＷＩＮＳ ＩＮ ２０１５？ ＭＹ ＦＡＶＯＲＩＴＥ ＢＵＩＬＤ ＩＳ ＭＡＸＩＮＧ ＧＥＯＳＴＲＩＫＥ， ＬＩＫＥ ＹＯＵ ＳＴＲＵＣＫ ＲＯＣＫ ＢＯＴＴＯＭ． ＰＬＥＡＳＥ ＡＮＳＷＥＲ

ＳＩＮＧＳＩＮＧ， ＨＯＷ ＤＯ ＹＯＵ ＰＬＡＹ ＭＥＥＰＯ？ ＤＯ ＹＯＵ ＭＡＸ ＰＯＯＦ， ＬＩＫＥ ＹＯＵ ＰＯＯＦＥＤ ＯＵＴ ＯＦ ＲＥＬＥＶＡＮＣＥ？ ＯＲ ＤＯ ＹＯＵ ＭＡＸ ＮＥＴ， ＬＩＫＥ ＹＯＵ ＮＥＴＴＥＤ ＺＥＲＯ ＬＡＮ ＷＩＮＳ ＩＮ ２０１５？ ＭＹ ＦＡＶＯＲＩＴＥ ＢＵＩＬＤ ＩＳ ＭＡＸＩＮＧ ＧＥＯＳＴＲＩＫＥ， ＬＩＫＥ ＹＯＵ ＳＴＲＵＣＫ ＲＯＣＫ ＢＯＴＴＯＭ． ＰＬＥＡＳＥ ＡＮＳＷＥＲ

༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つAMENO༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

The Ghost of Gaming Future shows Kripp a nice house in the Toronto suburbs. Inside, Kripp, Rania and their sons are happily gaming as a family. "This isn't so bad," says Kripp. "Look closer," speaks the Ghost. Kripp looks in horror to see his sons are using tablets and playing browser cash-shop games. "This is your future Casualarrian."

(_̅_̅_̅_̅_̲м̲a̲я̲i̲j­̲u̲a̲n̲a̲_̅_̅_̅()ด้็็็็็้็็็็็้็็็็็้็็็็็้็็็็็้็็็็็้็็็็็

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)╯╲___♥♥♥♥ Don't mind me just taking the mods out for a walk

ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ʙᴜʟʟᴅᴏɢᴇ I ᴀᴍ ғᴀᴍᴏᴜs ᴘᴏʀɴ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ, ᴛᴏɴʏ ᴘᴀsᴛᴇʀɪɴᴏ. ᴡᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄɪᴘᴀᴛᴇ ɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ " ʜᴏᴏᴋɪɴ' ɴ ᴊᴜᴋᴇɪɴ' " sʜᴇᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅʀᴜɴɴᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ sᴀʏ ɴᴏ ᴊᴜᴋᴇʀɪɴᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋᴅᴏᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ.

Albert Einstein, one of the greatest minds to ever live, was once perplexed by the speed at which Arteezy was able to farm. Seemingly impossible GPMs of 800+ every game were consistently observed, leading to the hypothesis that this was no fluke. Einstein spent the last years of his life trying to prove the ability of Arteezy's farm existed within the laws of science. Critics laughed at his efforts, claiming that Arteezy's farm was an undeniable act of divine intervention. It wasn't until the end when Einstein found the answer. On his deathbed, Einstein spent the last seconds of his life jotting down what is now the world's most infamous scientific formula. r=tz²

ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ༼ຈ ل͜ຈ༽ﾉ•︻̷┻̿═━一 ｈｏｈｏ　ｈａｈａ　ｓｈｒａｐｎｅｌヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ•︻̷┻̿═━一 ヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ、ヽヽ｀ヽ

Forsen enters his bedroom and notices something unusual. In his bed lays a 6/3 Reynad in stealth. Forsen has no answer for this play. He passes his turn and prepares himself for the donger of destiny.

Arteezy gets first blood on Suma1L mid and he says, "That's how you do it, son." Then Universe comes down the lane, hand in hand with his princess, Aui_2000, and proclaims, "Don't you talk to my nephew that way." But then Fear rolls down midlane in his wheelchair -- old man, Father Fear -- looks directly into Arteezy, his son's eyes and softly says, "Where am I?"

Hello my name is Sing_sing and I am from the distant future. I am here to inform you, past Sing_sing that you must replace S4 on SECRET and travel with your new team to the TI5 EU Hub and play Mario Party for 2 weeks straight, if you fail to do this The Bankers will take over the world and it will descend into chaos. Thank you for listening to future Sing_sing. Please no pasta alfredo

The Black Rat, Rattus Rattus, was first described by Henrik Ahnberg in his 18th century work “A Dong’s guide to Dota”. An elusive and hardy creature, the rat excels at damaging structures and retreating at the first sign of danger, only to begin its attack anew once the threat has passed. Unlike many of his peers, Ahnberg greatly respected the rat, finding many of its features similar to his own. His love for the rat became so great that he soon left the world of men and descended into the sewers to live among the rats, eventually becoming their king.

Ｈｅｌｌｏ Ｉ＇ｍ Ｓｎｉｔｈ， ｐｌａｙｉｎｇ ｍｙ ２０２１４３ｔｈ ｇａｍｅ ｏｎ Ｃｈｅｎ． Ｅｖｅｎ ｔｈｏｕｇｈ ｉｔ＇ｓ ｔｈｅ ｏｎｌｙ ｈｅｒｏ Ｉ ｐｌａｙ Ｉ ｓｔｉｌｌ ｓｕｃｋ ａｔ ｉｔ． Ａｓ ａ ｃｏｍｐｅｎｓａｔｉｏｎ ｆｏｒ ｍｙ ｌａｃｋ ｏｆ ｓｋｉｌｌ Ｉ ａｍ ｇｏｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｂｕｙ ａｌｌ ｓｕｐｐｏｒｔ ｉｔｅｍｓ ａｎｄ ｇａｎｋ ｍｉｄ ａｔ ｌｖｌ ２ ａｎｄ ｆａｉｌ． Ｔｈａｎｋｓ ｆｏｒ ｌｉｓｔｅｎｉｎｇ

Don’t be a stranger. Just hit me with your best shot. I’m pretty much perfect. I was captain of the football team, and starter on my basketball team. What sports do you play, other than “jack off to naked drawn Japanese people”? I also get straight A’s, and have a banging hot girlfriend (She just blew me; ♥♥♥♥ was SO cash). You are all ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ who should just kill yourselves. Thanks for listening.
Pic Related: It’s me and my ♥♥♥♥♥

Hey ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥,
My name is John, and I hate every single one of you. All of you are fat, retarded, no-lifes who spend every second of their day looking at stupid ass pictures. You are everything bad in the world. Honestly, have any of you ever gotten any ♥♥♥♥♥? I mean, I guess it’s fun making fun of people because of your own insecurities, but you all take to a whole new level. This is even worse than jerking off to pictures on facebook.

👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good ♥♥♥♥ go౦ԁ ♥♥♥♥👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌♥♥♥♥ right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my selｆ 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠＯOOＯOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good ♥♥♥♥

ʕ ͡•ᴥ ͡• ʔ(_̅_̅_̅FISSURE_̅_̲̅_̅_̅_̅()

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Every 60 seconds in Africa, a minute passes. Together we can stop this. Please spread the word ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

work it ᕙ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ᕗ harder
make it (ง •̀_•́)ง better
do it ᕦ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ᕤ faster
raise ur ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ donger

As Artour stood in the school library, the dean approached him:
"Artour" He said "This is your last exam, if you fail this you're out, Babaevsky."
As he turned his face slowly, with a grin as large as his GPM, he responded with
such elegance:"LMFAO wHo cAREAS HAHA Xd"

Darude- status
☐ Not Sandstorm
☑ Sandstorm

Lindsay could still feel some remnants in her vagina and ass as she got up weakly and pulled her pjs back on. Her mother looked concerned when Lindsay opened the door, but the explanation of another nightmare seemed to put her at ease. When she'd gone back up to bed, Lindsay went into the bathroom and sat on the toilet, feeling ashamed and violated as she let the last of the soggy cereal mush drip out of her body. She still hated cheerios. Now more than ever.

She could feel them snapping and crunching inside her as she clenched down to try and keep them out. The tendrils on her body seemed to get stronger. groping at her breasts and ass and tugging hard at her nipples. She felt her ♥♥♥♥♥ stretching as it was packed full of rapacious cheerios, the growing pressure sending mixed tingles of pain and pleasure rippling through her body. Then she felt the presence of yet another narrow tendril rubbing insistently against the tight pucker of her butthole. Lindsay came as it pushed inside her, her body shivering uncontrollably as she was reluctantly overcome by pulsing waves of ecstasy. At that moment there was a quiet knock on the door. Her mother's voice called out, asking if she was okay. The cheerios quickly drew away, vanishing into the darkness just as abruptly as they'd arrived.

Then she felt the tendril rubbing lightly over her exposed labia, and she thrashed about uselessly as it began nudging and probing at her most private spot. It caressed the lips of her young vulva almost tenderly for a few long minutes before she felt it nudge harder at the entrance to her vagina. Her body stiffened as she felt it pushing inside her. It felt rough, even though the surface had been moistened by her fearful sweat and the natural wetness within her. The cheerio tendril entered her slowly, relentlessly. It didn't thrust in and out like she'd expected it to, instead it seemed to be pouring itself into her, filling her vagina with tiny cereal O's.

Dry, searching fingers of cereal probed into the waistband of her pj bottoms and yanked them down just as her shirt was pulled up over her head. She was still too young to wear a bra, and she immediately felt the cheerios coil around her small, developing breasts and squeeze them roughly. Lindsay whimpered and kicked as her panties were stripped off. No, she thought, it couldn't want that. *Please* let it not be that... Her legs were quickly restrained while another tendril slid up slowly along her inner thigh. thousands more gripped her buttocks, holding her up and kneading her firm athletic flesh as more began circling over her nipples. Lindsay gasped through her nose, her mouth still full of cheerios. It was weird and horrible, but the touching felt good at the same time.

Cheerios couldn't move or unplug lights. They didn't come after people. Then something light and dry brushed against her cheek, and all rational thought left her mind as she was seized in the cold grip of terror. She opened her mouth to scream, gagging as it was immediately filled with tiny rings of cereal. She felt it moving all over her body. She bit and chewed and spit, trying to clear her mouth so she could call for help. But no matter how much of it she crunched up, more always took its place. The cheerios seemed to collect into narrow tendrils as they snaked over her body. She shuddered in shock and disbelief as she felt the buttons of her pajama top being pulled open one by one. Suddenly she was grabbed around the arms and ankles and lifted up above the bed, her face toward the ceiling.

The very first night she was back in her room, she heard the rustling noise again. She'd kept the lamp on but this time the light didn't seem to help. She huddled there, watching the door and hoping it would go away. Then the blanket moved. She'd stuffed it under the door again as tightly as she could, but now the corner of it was being pushed back into her room by something on the other side. Lindsay was pretty sure she knew that something was. The cheerios were coming for her. Just then the lamp went out and the room plunged into darkness. She stifled a scream, telling herself it was just a nightmare.

When they were gone, Lindsay stuffed her blanket under the crack of her door and sat up with the light on. She tried her best to stay awake all night, but after a few hours she finally fell asleep. When she awoke there were a handful of crumbs in her bed. For a few weeks afterward Lindsay was able to sleep on the floor in her sister Susan's room, though she had to use all of her allowance as a bribe. Then her parents found out and made her go back to her own room. Lindsay's dad got her a lock for the door, telling her it would help her to feel safe. It didn't.

They covered the doorway completely as the entire hallway had been filled with them. And they were moving. They were alive and crawling over each other like a mass of legless insects, filling the air with the heavy smell of whole grain oats. Lindsay ran and jumped back onto her bed. She huddled and clutched the pillow over her head, and screamed. She was still screaming when her parents came in. Her mother soothed her, wanting to know what was the matter. The cheerios were gone. Lindsay told her that it was just a nightmare. She didn't want them to think she was crazy. After a little while her parents left, her father muttering something about 'night terrors' as they walked back upstairs.

Whatever it was, it sounded big. Lindsay was scared. She felt the urge to huddle underneath her blankets and hide until it went away. Instead, she gathered her courage and reached out to turn on the lamp beside her bed. Just as she touched it, the noise suddenly stopped. She flicked it on and jumped back into the center of her bed, clutching the sheets tightly around her as light spilled out into the room. There was nothing there. She peeked carefully over the sides of her bed, seeing only the rug and a few Girls' Life magazines. Taking her heaviest pillow to use as a weapon, she got out of bed and padded slowly towards the door. Right as she reached it she froze. looking down. Peeking out from the crack beneath her round half-circle of a cheerio. Puzzled, she opened the door. Before her loomed a seven-foot wall of cheerios.

and turning in bed, her stomach full of slightly too much Butterfinger ice cream. The house was silent. Everyone else was in bed. Or should have been. Lindsay had almost dozed off when a soft, dry rustling sound brought her back to wakefulness. At first she thought it was the cat scratching at her door, but as she sat up she realized it was coming from somewhere inside the room. A twinge of fear shivered through her body. They'd never had rats or mice in the house before. Was it a bug?

She had gotten in the habit of doing all the grocery shopping for the month at once, so the kitchen was packed full of bags and boxes as the girls went about putting things away. Lindsay was disappointed when she noticed that the only cereal her mother had gotten was Cheerios. It was always Cheerios. Four economy-sized boxes worth, no less. Lindsay had never liked Cheerios, even though her sister seemed to love them. They were too plain. Too boring, She thrust the boxes carelessly up onto the shelf above the refrigerator and went searching through the other bags to see if her mother had gotten anything that was actually edible. Later that night she was tossing

[h1]Lindsay was 12 when it first started. One morning she awoke to find odd little crumbs in her bed. At first she thought they were crackers, but as she was getting dressed for school she noticed a small little tan 'O' laying on the floor next to her nightstand. It was a cheerio. She picked it up and looked at it for a moment, its wholesome oaty contours seeming perfectly harmless. She threw it away, assuming that her bratty older sister was responsible. Little did she know that it was an omen of the pure mind bending horror which was soon to follow. That weekend her mother went shopping.[/h1]

Exploration has its own rewards, as this is the most diverse Fallout world yet, with dilapidated urban areas, ominous dead forests, eerie swamps, a desolate area mired in a hellish radioactive haze, and even some areas that look borderline hospitable like beaches and budding farms. The Commonwealth’s much more color-saturated than Fallout 3’s Capital Wasteland, though it has its fair share of grays and browns, and it shares New Vegas’ bright blue sky (as opposed to oppressive clouds) when it’s not night time or raining or green with a terrifying radiation storm. It’s often beautiful. Attention to detail is evident everywhere – Fallout 4 might not be a leader in all areas of graphics technology (character animations are still a weakness) but from the intricate Pip-Boy wrist-computer interface (which completely changes when you’re in power armor)

So ur with ur honey and yur making out wen the phone rigns. U anser it n the vioce is "wut r u doing wit my daughter?" U tell ur girl n she say "my dad is ded". THEN WHO WAS PHONE?

ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ☂ ɪᴛs ʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ sᴀʟᴛ! ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ☂ ヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ、ヽヽ｀ヽ

He's a good player, a bit overated in my opinion. But defenitely okay to be in a top team! To say that he is one of the best solo mids etc is really exageration, he played like 10 games in a high level LAN, you need way more to compare him to Dendi, s4 or FATA

blood

n0tail u r ♥♥♥♥♥♥ perfect m8.
you're a flower. you're also a rainbow and a river. you are the manifestation of all perfection and i want to i don't ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ know. i want this to not sound gay, but you are ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ perfect, n0tail.
ty for listening

<:::::[]=¤༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ I am the knight of spamerino. Stand back foul moderino <:::::[]=¤༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

ヽヽ༼༼ຈຈل͜ل͜ຈຈ༽༽ﾉﾉ HAFU TURN OFF THE VIBRATOR ヽヽ༼༼ຈຈل͜ل͜ຈຈ༽༽ﾉﾉ

Didn't know what time it was and the lights were low
I leaned back on my radio
Some cat was layin' down some rock 'n' roll 'lotta soul,
he said

Then the loud sound did seem to fade
Came back like a slow voice on a wave of phase
That weren't no D.J. that was hazy cosmic jive

[CHORUS]
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He's told us not to blow it
Cause he knows it's all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie

I had to phone someone so I picked on you
Hey, that's far out so you heard him too!
Switch on the TV
we may pick him up on channel two
Look out your window I can see his light

If we can sparkle he may land tonight
Don't tell your poppa or he'll get us locked up in fright