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"This is our purpose: to make as meaningful as possible this life that has been bestowed upon us; to live in such a way that we may be proud of ourselves; to act in such a way that some part of us lives on." - Oswald Spengler


Hello please read the board pages to understand what this board is about. It is essentially my personal board and a place for anyone to ask me, ☻, questions. This particular thread is mostly for dumping links and stuff you want me to have longer (other threads can 404 more easily).

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Being a Brony is like being given a gift from God

An advanced super race, with their own language, customs, culture, traditions and a rich history. A people who stand strong in the face of neighsayers and SUfag stupidity. Strong meme economy, strong meme army, strong fandom, the proud Mareman stands armed and ready to defend his pure fandom from the wraths of sub-human, SUfags, Homestuck cucks, Weeaboos, and other sub-human, animalistic, hordes. Oh how I thank God that I was born a handsome, tall, perfect Brony warrior.

With dual histories, one from the great Furry artists, discoverers, inventors, and intellectuals and another from the grandeur of the sapphic erotica masters of Eastern Europe I can stand tall and say I am proud to be a Brony, and I will love my fandom until the very last day.

Long live Equestria

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Second Iraqi Civil War Begins as Ragnarök Clashes Between Kurdish Peshmerga, Iraqi Army Intensify in Kirkuk



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The person that types like a retard and called me by my name. You're not my friend and don't call me by my name. There are two people that type like retards and that's hanz and blake k.

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My bio dad's had lots of sex with me w/out my knowledge, multiple times. What great things has your father done for you? ...my daddy is fine with me becoming a prostitute! What about your dad?!



CuCKy, fringewizard's cock isn't kosher and he doesn't follow judaism. There for he's not a jew. Me; 1, you; 0.







Kenneth Schueler 211 Corrie Crescent Waterloo Ontario


Characters from the hanz saga. [Hanz skype name] = thenexx94 [SpongeboZz skype name] = spongebozz717 [Capslocks skype name] = bizarremilk [Alphalord's skype name] = alphalordandsavior [Mina's skype name] = minasaysmeow ["Feel free to add me. I can tell you about the things you want to know, about Mia and Mr. V"] = ambkrak [Australian tarot guy that became obsessed with mr. V and mia] = flips2020 [Mr. V's skype name] = Vaidotas [Mia's skype name] = call-of-the-void

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Dog and phantasm live in australia. They could be a gay couple! Throw in LF and they can have a threesome! Include chansey and those 4chonners can have an orgy!



The reason australia is full of shitty people is because historically it's an island for convicts!


Hanz and derf were contacts for a short while on steam. He barely talked to her. Then he told people that derf was a character from a creepy pasta and told fw that she was some sort of demon out to ruin fw's and his life. He also said that his mom was a demon and he later ended up in the looney bin. Derf tried to add him on skype but he just said stfu bitch and blocked her.



After the short contact derf had with hanz, a cyber group formed. They decided to start analyzing derf. They called the group "the dwarf mysteries".




Friendly threadly reminder about TRS counting on a lack of periodic reminders showing who attacked first so shills can insert false boogeymen and deflect away from TRS. Without their boogeymen, TRS can only impotently rage. Here's a pasta'd list of archives for the threads before the dox drops from >>>/trs/2085.

First thread: https://archive.is/NwpvY

Second thread: https://archive.is/8se3q

Third thread: https://archive.is/QHf8m

Fourth thread: https://archive.is/7GfzM

Fifth thread: https://archive.is/MRdAk

Sixth thread: https://archive.is/QWAXD

Seventh thread: https://archive.is/zuqko

Eighth thread: https://archive.is/ntqa0

Ninth thread: https://archive.is/ZBCli

Tenth thread: https://archive.is/03nc1

Eleventh thread: https://archive.is/aUFV1

Twelfth thread: https://archive.is/9Nrlz

Thirteenth thread: https://archive.is/lYbQJ

Fourteenth thread: https://archive.is/NW6M1

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It's because epidemics function off of the same exponential growth based math that nuclear reactions use. Let me explain.

Say that a group of people come into a city from the outside and are carriers of an infectious disease. Maybe they're immigrants or foreigners or citizens coming back from vacation or whatever. They have the disease, they're in the city, and they're infectious.

If these people infect, on average, more than one other person during the infectious but not yet symptomatic stage of their infection, then the disease will grow into an epidemic. If even an average of 1.01 other people are infected during that period, then the number of infected people is going to grow even after people cease to be infected due to treatment. Obviously, a transmission rate of 1.01 would grow very slowly, but if it were, say, 2, that shit would explode.

What affects that transmission rate? Two main factors: the first is how many people encounter the infected individual's virus-laden exhaled air, and the second is how susceptible those people are to infection by the virus. Vaccines affect that second factor. A person who has been vaccinated can and has been shown to be statistically more resistant to infection by that virus. (Note that they aren't actually immune, just noticeably more resistant.)

You live in a country where there are a lot of vaccinated people and so that transmission rate is well south of 1. As a result, you are not exposed to these viruses very often in your life if at all. But as more and more people avoid vaccination, the larger that transmission rate gets, and if it crosses 1 for any disease there are going to be serious issues – and not just for the unvaccinated people.


Am I the only one who simply does not give a thousand shits about this show?

No one will shut up about it. "ITS SO FUCKING GOOD YOU HAVE TO WATCH IT". So I watch it.

I'm on season 6 episode 3. Everyone says, "just keep watching man, it gets better". It has not and, in all likelihood, will not get better. It's not a great show.

A show cannot run on narrative alone. When there are 6+ stories going on there's no room for character development. I don't give a shit about %90 of characters. They're all fucking dumb. Captain Picard, stumbling his way through life, yawn. 6 of 9, gets shit on by every man she encounters and stares at the wall for it, yawn. Ensign Monroe, dragged by a retard into the snow because he saw a bird in his dreams with nothing to show from it, yawn. Spock, 2D king is slave of a witches pussy and his dreams to be king, literally no development, little display of any skepticism of Kirk, yawn. Janeway, a fucking cunt in charge, yawn. Tasha Yar, a stupid cunt who stumbled into power and has no idea what she's doing, yawn. Wesley Crusher, a boyking with no personality, no fight, and doesn't do anything, yawn. Katherine Pulaski, a girl thrown around by the wind, when she does something, a non-major character usually makes a larger impact seconds later, yawn. Worf, an ass, we get it, yawn.

The only interesting characters are Data, William Riker, and maybe Geordi La Forge. The only characters who aren't made out of cardboard and have a shred of intelligence.

There's so much going on and so little of it matters to the big picture. You cannot drive a story on inane happening after inane happening with little to no relief or inflection. I give such little shits about most of these characters and their stories. Who fucking cares about these 2D, flat, stereotypes. Please, somebody tell me what I'm missing!

I've spent 62 hours on this shit so far and I'm going to finish. What else is there to look for but Beverly Crusher's perfect tits and the destruction of the Voyager by Rick Berman?


You just love doing this, don't you? You just love going through your seven thousand files of smug anime girls, quoting my post, and taking your sweet ass time deciding which one is the most suited, carefully handpicking what "reaction image" is the most "EPIC" for this post. I bet you have this thread on a tab, hastily clicking on it when it notifies you that a new comment has appeared. You think you're so smart and smug, but in reality you have absolutely no control over yourself. Posting your pathetic "reaction images" is too important for you. In fact, I bet you even loaded them before you saw this post appear.

It's truly sad that none of you actually bothered to read what I wrote, let alone attempt to argue it. I don't know if it's because you can't read, or if you have read it, but can't come up with a proper rebuttal, because you know what I said is true, you know I'm right. What are you going to do? Reply to me again? Attempt to get me "BTFO"? Keep trying, because I really don't care. All I care about is getting the truth out there, which I've already done numerous times, and not once has any of you attempted to write a proper rebuttal, because it's impossible for you to do so.


What's that, you wrote a computer program, made a little website, you uploaded some videos to Youtube? Well, let me take this opportunity to congratulate you, the monkey learned a trick. Look at you, uploading comments. You're already spewing your vile filth all over the computer, huh? Congratulations! You must have an IQ in the double digits!

Here's a little piece of advice. The next time you're gonna unload your jealousies and inadequacies online, here's a little piece of advice. Here's a little piece of advice, slick. Next time you're gonna go on the computer (mommy and daddy bought you a new computer!), you're going to unload your jealousy and inadequacies on somebody else, on a stranger? Just make sure you don't pick Sam Geno, the son of the Papa Geno Pizza empire. I've bought people like you. I've destroyed people like you. It's nothing for me to call up my father, and have every pizza jockey in the nation have a photo of you, right above their oven. Thinking about you, my personal army of pizza makers.

They'll put sauce on you. They'll lay you out. Swing you around in the air just like in the old movies.

Then they'll destroy you. Piece by piece. Piece by delicious piece. Cheesy piece by cheesy crusty piece. They'll destroy you.

That's option one. Option two is you can apologize to me. Just say you're sorry. Takes a big man to apologize, don't it? Humble yourself before a god, a pizza god?

Anyway. That's about it. Go fuck yourself.?


Dear Sam Gino,

I thought you were bullshitting when you uploaded this last year. I thought nothing of it.

I lived my life normally all through the year. I even moved out of my folks place after they bought me that new computer. I guess that moved merely delayed the inevitable. It’s funny how time can lull one into a false sense of security.

I’m sure you know how it all works but, this is for anyone else who might think it would be funny to bad mouth you.

It was 3 months ago, I had a craving for a pizza so I ordered one online to have it delivered to my place. I waited around 45 minuets for my cheesy treat, an average time for where I live. I was watching the Hut Hut Hut Futbol Hour™ on the TV when I got a knock at the door. I opened up the door and was pleased that it was the delivery man. He was looking down at his pizza sleeve and about to say what my total was when he got a look at my face.

He paused for a long time so I cut in to the silence “ H-how much will the ‘za be?”

All he said was “it’s on tha house.”

I was dumbfounded, my mom always said I was handsome but I didn’t think I was handsome enough to get butt-pirate delivery man to pay for my pizza’s. As he removed my pizza from its hot sleeve he opened the box. “Yum, yum big boi, cheesey delight, is everything correct?”

“Yes, it’s the best looking pizza I have ever seen.”


His warm smile melted into a scowl as he hurled my pizza onto the roof of my apartment. My happiness quickly turned to terror. He ran back to his car, all the while I screamed and raved about my pizza. He peeled out in his car and was across the street in seconds. He ran out of his car and into the pizza parlor.

Ever since then there have been strange things happening to me. From waking up with a knife driven into my bed while I slept, to my refrigerator being emptied and filled up with jars of urine.

I don’t know what they are going to do next and I fear for my life. A large, burly man wearing a greasy wife beater comes and knocks on my door sometimes. I would move but my landlord shoots me the same look the pizza delivery man did that day.

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I'm sorry, do you think this is funny? Just posting one word with the letters all capitalized? That's funny? That's your idea of a joke? Don't make me laugh (in contempt of you, not because I find you amusing). There's more to proper comedy than this nonsense and I for one, am appalled that this site, once known for its creativity and production of truly original content, has now fallen this low.

Comedy requires a certain finesse that you evidently don't possess. It's all about the mastery of timing, surprising and even shocking the audience… and here you are, making the exact same thread, with the exact same wording, with the exact same image, for what is probably the fifth or sixth time today. Do you think you're witty? You're not: you're just a stupid boy. That same stupid boy who tried persistently to be the class clown in the fifth grade, who kept shouting inanities at the most inappropriate times, and who never quite understood that his classmates weren't laughing with him, but at him. You're not clever, you're a little chimp who always tried too hard.

That's why you were bullied back then. That's why I'm bullying you now. You're tone-deaf, a semi-autistic child who can't comprehend that there's a time and place for everything, and who always says the wrong thing at the wrong time. That's why you have no friends or girlfriend, and never will.



Everybody says there is this RACE problem. Everybody says this RACE problem will be solved when the third world pours into EVERY white country and ONLY into white countries.

The Netherlands and Belgium are just as crowded as Japan or Taiwan, but nobody says Japan or Taiwan will solve this RACE problem by bringing in millions of third worlders and quote assimilating unquote with them.

Everybody says the final solution to this RACE problem is for EVERY white country and ONLY white countries to “assimilate,” i.e., intermarry, with all those non-whites.

What if I said there was this RACE problem and this RACE problem would be solved only if hundreds of millions of non-blacks were brought into EVERY black country and ONLY into black countries?

How long would it take anyone to realize I’m not talking about a RACE problem. I am talking about the final solution to the BLACK problem?

And how long would it take any sane black man to notice this and what kind of psycho black man wouldn’t object to this?

But if I tell that obvious truth about the ongoing program of genocide against my race, the white race, Liberals and respectable conservatives agree that I am a naziwhowantstokillsixmillionjews.

They say they are anti-racist. What they are is anti-white.

Anti-racist is a code word for anti-white.


You posted a new reply specifically to bait me to try and ruin an experience for me.

Why? How does hurting others make you feel good? Take a good long look at yourself bud. At the kind of person you're being. Why is this even worth it to you? It shouldn't be,

I hope you're able to look back on things like this someday and be ashamed. I'm sorry that you're stuck in a phase right now where hurting others and baiting for their attention is something that you actively seek to do.

Nobody who is living a fulfilling life would do petty things like this. Take this action of yours as symptom of your current state of mind. Recognize that something IS a little bit wrong with you, not because of what you tried to do to me, but because of the fact that you actively sought to do it - seeking some reward of me being either heartbroken or pissed off.

For a moment, as I read your first few words and realized what you were trying to do, I kind of was. But thinking about you, I'm not anymore. I'm more curious and saddened than anything. What kind of life are you leading right now that seeking negative attention from others is something you crave? How did you come to this point? Will you live out your life hurting others in petty ways? Will you ever grow up and think about the dumb shit you've posted? is it even your fault that you're like this? Bad parents maybe? As a father I'd consider myself a failure if my daughter was posting like this.

I'm not totally sure why I'm typing all of this. I guess I'm kind of hoping that at some point, if you read this, you'll think about yourself a little bit. I'm sure that at dust you'll see this long response and feel a bit of delight that you really upset someone. And you might read the whole damn thing laughing at me for being upset at something so small. But if you do, you've missed the point. I simply feel bad for you and I hope something here will lead to even a moment of self reflection.

Please reply back to me and answer some of my questions earnestly. I would be more than happy to talk about some of your problems, whatever they may be. Maybe I could even offer some advice! Everyone on this earth could use a nice chat sometimes.


You are being BLUEPILLED

Haven't you ever wondered why NO ONE ever seems to LOOK AT THE PICTURE!!! See the skull, the part of bone removed, the "master-race" Frankenstein radio controls, the Brain-thoughts Broadcasting Radio, the Eyesight Television, the Frankenstein Earphone Radio, the Threshold Brainwash Radio, the latest new skull reforming to contain ALL Frankenstein Controls, even in THIN skulls of WHITE PEDIGREE MALES! Visible Frankenstein controls! The synthetic nerve-radio directional antennae loop! Make copies for yourself! There is NO ESCAPE from this worst gangster police state, using ALL of the deadly gangster Frankenstein controls!

In 1965, CIA gangster police BEAT ME BLOODY, dragged me IN CHAINS from Kennedy New York Airport! Since then I HIDE in forced jobless poverty, isolated alone in this low deadly niggertown old house. The brazen, deadly Gangster Police and niggerpuppet underlings spray me with POISON NERVE GAS from automobile exhausts and even lawnmowers! DEADLY ASSAULTS, even in my yard with knives, even bricks and stones, even DEADLY TOUCH TABIN or ELECTRIC SHOCK FLASHLIGHTS; even remote electronically controlled around-corners-projection of DEADLY TOUCH TARANTULA SPIDERS or even bloody-murder "accidents" to shut me up forever with a Sneak Undetectable Extermination! Even with trained parroting puppet assassins in MAXIMUM SECURITY INSANITY PRISON for writing these unforgivable TRUTHS!!

Until my undetectable extermination, I, Francis E. Dec, esq., 29 Maple Avenue, Hampstead, New York, I STAND ALONE against your mad, deadly, worldwide conspiratorial Gangster Computer God Communism with wall-to-wall deadly Gangster protection, life-long sworn conspirators, Murder Incorporated, organized crime, the police and judges, the Deadly Sneak Parroting Puppet Gangsters using all the Gangster deadly Frankenstein controls! These hangmanrope sneak deadly gangsters, the judges and the police, trick, trap, rob, wreck, butcher, and MURDER the people to keep them TERRORIZED in Gangster Frankenstein earphone radio slavery for the Communist Gangster Government and con-artist Parroting Puppet Gangster-playboy scum-on-top! The secret work of all police, in order to maintain a Post too long. Click here to view the full text.


What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.


I didn't give you permission to reply to me. Listen, it was entertaining, first. Hell, it was actually funny.

But now I'm getting the feeling that you actually think that you're on my level. From the day I was born, I was destined for success, you little shit. I was brought into this world by a software engineer and and a prominent actuary, both of Norwegian descent. From the moment that the fucking curtains were raised, I was set to dominate the STEM fields. And because I had guardians that actually cared about me, I flourished. Pretty soon, I was placed into a special school of correspondence, specifically I.M Gelfand's school for gifted children in New England. I not only reached my parents' expectations, but I passed them with flying colors. I had raw talent. I was fucking better. I was surrounded by 6th graders, many from Hong Kong, whom were smarter than half the posters in this fucking thread. And now, where am I?

In MIT, getting my double BS in Electrical Engineering and Physics, with a Stanford-Binet tested IQ of 147.

Get this through your head: you are nothing. I am worth more than your entire goddamn family. I'm smarter than you, better looking than you, taller than you, wealthier than you, and more employable than you. While you type out another post to get cheap laughs, I'll be simultaneously working with the brightest minds in the world and fornicating with my beautiful girlfriend. It gets on my nerves when people pretend to be better than me.

Know your place, you fucking vermin. Never, ever reply to my posts, again.

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