Marcel BraveStarr

@GammarayZa

Lets see how you like being laser-lasso'd

Joined June 2009

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98 Followers

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Marcel BraveStarr @GammarayZa

14 days ago

Everything reminds me of him

Tooth Chipper

@Tooth_Chipper

15 days ago

You may not like it, but this is what peak performance looks like.

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Marcel BraveStarr @GammarayZa

15 days ago

Don't Kill the Disc: Tell Sony to Keep Physical PlayStation Games - Sign the Petition! https://t.co/eV6097eGsX

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Kyle Ayers @kyleayers

16 days ago

Not saying that game was stolen from Egypt but it is now on display at museum in London.

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Memes vs. Football

@memesvsfootball

26 days ago

Panama leaves #WC2026 as the sole goalless nation..

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Who to follow

More of a twitter lurker, but if I tweet it's probably bloody profound. He/him. Opinions are my own etc.

LazyDemoni

@SlothfulMetroid

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UI/UX Savior @UiSavior

about 1 month ago

😂

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Richard Seiler

@richardseiler

about 1 month ago

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 Jeremy Clarkson has never pretended to be anything other than exactly what he is Brutally honest. No oil painting. A pot belly, a lifelong smoker, a drinker. Not exactly the modern alpha male or is he? And somehow that is the whole point I have watched him for most of my life First as a motoring journalist who could make you want a car you would never own and never need Then as something bigger The loudest, funniest, most unfiltered mouthpiece the ordinary person ever had A man who said the thing everyone was thinking while the rest of television tiptoed around it From Top Gear he built something that should not have worked Three middle aged men, The Stig, a track and a chemistry you cannot manufacture James May the patient one Richard Hammond the brave one And Clarkson the force of nature dragging both of them into chaos and somehow back out again When it all fell apart at the BBC he could have disappeared The fracas was not his finest hour and he never pretended it was He owned it, apologized and carried on No reinvention, no groveling tour, no carefully managed comeback He just kept being himself and let the work speak The move to Amazon and The Grand Tour proved something I think a lot of people missed The format was never the magic The men were You can take three friends out of a studio and drop them anywhere on earth and the loyalty between them travels with them But it is Clarkson's Farm where the whole picture finally comes into focus Here is a man with nothing left to prove walking into a field he barely understands and refusing to fake competence he does not have He has run that farm at break even and then at an outright loss in full public view No editing it into a success story No pretending the numbers work when they do not His farm manager hands him one brutal truth after another and he sits there and takes it A whole season swallowed by drought even after he leaned into robotics and the most advanced farming money could buy Technology was supposed to be the answer and the weather did not care He showed that too Most people would have cut it And through all of it he has done something quietly remarkable He has dragged the plight of the British farmer into the light The paperwork, the council, the margins that vanish, the weather that ruins a year of work in a week People who had never thought about where their food comes from suddenly cared because he made them care And then there is the part nobody warned me about Men who raise animals for meat and still love them Who name them, worry about them, sit with them Who treat them with respect and dignity right up to the moment they cannot keep them And feel the full weight of sending them off He does not hide that He lets the camera sit in the discomfort of it The grief of a man who knows the deal he made and still finds it hard That is not weakness That is honesty most people are far too afraid to show We live in an age that rewards the polished, the curated, the carefully built personal brand And here is a scruffy, swearing, chain smoking farmer who has done the opposite of all of it and won He stayed exactly who he was while the world begged him to become a product That is the whole secret There is no act There never was And that is exactly why we keep watching Praying for a full recovery mate, looking forward to another season of Clarkson's Farms!

$richardseiler's tweet photo. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 Jeremy Clarkson has never pretended to be anything other than exactly what he is Brutally honest. No oil painting. A pot belly, a lifelong smoker, a drinker. Not exactly the modern alpha male or is he? And somehow that is the whole point I have watched him for most of my life First as a motoring journalist who could make you want a car you would never own and never need Then as something bigger The loudest, funniest, most unfiltered mouthpiece the ordinary person ever had A man who said the thing everyone was thinking while the rest of television tiptoed around it From Top Gear he built something that should not have worked Three middle aged men, The Stig, a track and a chemistry you cannot manufacture James May the patient one Richard Hammond the brave one And Clarkson the force of nature dragging both of them into chaos and somehow back out again When it all fell apart at the BBC he could have disappeared The fracas was not his finest hour and he never pretended it was He owned it, apologized and carried on No reinvention, no groveling tour, no carefully managed comeback He just kept being himself and let the work speak The move to Amazon and The Grand Tour proved something I think a lot of people missed The format was never the magic The men were You can take three friends out of a studio and drop them anywhere on earth and the loyalty between them travels with them But it is Clarkson's Farm where the whole picture finally comes into focus Here is a man with nothing left to prove walking into a field he barely understands and refusing to fake competence he does not have He has run that farm at break even and then at an outright loss in full public view No editing it into a success story No pretending the numbers work when they do not His farm manager hands him one brutal truth after another and he sits there and takes it A whole season swallowed by drought even after he leaned into robotics and the most advanced farming money could buy Technology was supposed to be the answer and the weather did not care He showed that too Most people would have cut it And through all of it he has done something quietly remarkable He has dragged the plight of the British farmer into the light The paperwork, the council, the margins that vanish, the weather that ruins a year of work in a week People who had never thought about where their food comes from suddenly cared because he made them care And then there is the part nobody warned me about Men who raise animals for meat and still love them Who name them, worry about them, sit with them Who treat them with respect and dignity right up to the moment they cannot keep them And feel the full weight of sending them off He does not hide that He lets the camera sit in the discomfort of it The grief of a man who knows the deal he made and still finds it hard That is not weakness That is honesty most people are far too afraid to show We live in an age that rewards the polished, the curated, the carefully built personal brand And here is a scruffy, swearing, chain smoking farmer who has done the opposite of all of it and won He stayed exactly who he was while the world begged him to become a product That is the whole secret There is no act There never was And that is exactly why we keep watching Praying for a full recovery mate, looking forward to another season of Clarkson's Farms!$