LargeDorito

Baja Blast enthusiast
Aspiring writer
The storm that is approaching

[JustEzra @JustEzra4]

School girl revy

#blacklagoon #revy

[Colttt🇻🇦☧ @Milo_H4]

Patriot

[LargeDorito @large_dorito]

@dyingscribe No, the chips are retarded

[Fennec_Radar @RadarFennec]

Stupid thing that stupid writers added based off of stupid jokes by stupid people

Stormtroopers actually shoot effectively in the original trilogy all the time. They kill the crew on Leia's ship, kill the rebels on Hoth, and even kill some Ewoks

They just cant kill protagonists

[Yhwadam @TheGriIlmaster]

This nigga hasn’t won a street fighter match since the Heian era but the moment he needed to dodge child support he turned into Higuruma

[Blackbread123 @Hong_990]

#dmc #vergil

[Master Cheeks @WiggerMaggot]

Just because he killed a bunch of kids it doesn’t make him transgender

[kotkijiii @DaKotkijiii]

[ #DMC #Dante #Vergil ]

[Scorched Earth Policy @Scearpo]

Black people are more biologically suited to the chemical conditions of modern existence than any other race on earth. They're supermutants built to exert intense displays of force, speed, and violence while their bodies run on the most putrid swill imaginable.

Black people will eat sour sugar coated corn starch shards and jelly melon kool aid syrup cubes, waylaying the incumbent waves of sugar rushes through a perpetually sustained train engine of weed smoke in their lungs that enhances their genetically granted subhuman IQ sloggery.

The core of their being is a series of biochemical tornadoes, all cancelling each other out into a chaotic stillness. Their hormone system is a nitroglycerin bomb that vibrates in unsettling anticipation for the most minor sensory input to trigger them into caving in an elderly retiree's skull into the corner of a trash bin at McDonald's.

Black people eat styrofoam and crisco while packing their kid's lunches with sour skittles and cornflour dust. They'll grow up eating nothing but candy, maturing into 6 foot tall ogres at age 13.

Much like slaves could pick cotton all day on a diet of pig guts and crawdads cooked inside a dirt hole for 14 hours straight, the modern black will pour an entire tub of sugar, salt, and rapeseed oil into their gullet before exerting themselves expeditiously. There are D-line tacklers on college football teams that regularly exert the daily Newton output of an industrial hammer mill fueled entirely by blue gatorade, nutter butters, and spicy dust sunflower seeds.

Beyond the taste, the vibrant colors suggest a childlike essence to their impulses. An eternal Shape Store out of the foods they eat, like a parade of Niggy Wonkas bedazzling their world in a technocolor fiesta of artificial flavoring. Divorced from any ancestral connection to their already pre-civilization bare mud culture, black people have borrowed the fruits of industrialization to invent something completely new beyond any scope of comprehension.

Black culture and its symbiosis of artificial elements and consumer products represents a natural organism completely adapting and thriving in the conditions of a post-industrial society. Rather than fighting against the entropy of biological health, they accelerate their own life cycles into rapidly dying and reproducing. Each wave of deaths induced through diabetes, gunshot wounds, crashed cars, heart disease, and prison stabbings slowly erodes against the barriers until they reach a state of equilibrium. They're much like orcs, consciously weaving through the limitations of normal human beings and carving out a niche of constant suffering and joy in abrupt oscillations.

As much as we despise the level of disruption they cause in society, their turbulence causes an extreme level of striving necessity that creates new elements of culture. They'll continue to slobber over pustules of aspartame coated pork fat and guzzle cough medicine sewer runoff, sprinting and hollering the entire time on all fours to climb 20 foot tall fences while being chased by the police.

They'll gather and howl and bluster and burn, exploding in a great societal supernova to beat their chest over the ashes of western civilization, corn syrup and Jolly Rancher malt liquor coursing through their veins. A brief reveille celebrating something they don't understand, ignorant to the dark storm cloud of Chinese slaughter cruelty and mestizo turboviolence pesticide coming from both flanks to eradicate them from modern existence.

And as is true for all fallen opponents in history, the traces of their spirit will reside on in the cultures that too replaced them. A chunk of pineapple marinaded in strawberry sugar as part of a 50-spice pot of boiling oil stew. A grunting ebonic element nestled into caveman gurbled Spanglish. Something not quite Asian, not quite white, not fully brown, neither human nor animal, embedded with wires stained in smoke. A shambler of the technopocalypes, sifting through piles of circuitry to rip gold flakes out for salvage.

A modern human in a time beyond your great grandchildren, r-type favela warrior jumbled beyond the comprehension of you or your fellow ancestors as you look down at him running, crawling, hiding, and evading killbots and acid rain. He chops a rat's head off before sprinkling gunpowder and chili flakes on its barely cooked carcass.

He rips bits of its flesh with fingers scarred by flechette-applied micro RFID chips, stuffing morsels of meat into a purple grape-flavored radioactive sugar simulant. Right after he stuffs it into a bare toothed mouth under an unshielded sun, you as his observant ancestor hear the ritualistic grace litany of his age and time:

Dih bih guh. Dah bih tuh.

[aquila @ 🟦☁️ @belllmonts]

honestly the thing that surprised me the most while watching backrooms was this entire row of teenage boys sitting in front of me and ofc they were talking loudly but as soon as the movie started they all locked in and sat there for 2 hours in total silence like this

[ratte @rattecs]

sex is temporary, being above average at every video game but having no transferable skills to anything useful in life is forever

[Rothmus 🏴 @Rothmus]

(He’s had more time to research)

[auto @454dual]

#hellsing

[☀️AliquisNovus☀️ @PalmyrPar]

And he’s correct pretty much every time. The consistency is crazy.

[big strong guy, he’s a big strong guy @HESaBSG]

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