“By the way, are you one of those atheists who think they have 700 IQ because of their beliefs? You seem like one.“ First of all, I’m not joking with you. Second of all, religion is bullshit and I’m spreading the truth unlike you.
Kicked from the server? Well, perhaps you’ll let me in if I...
Pulls out documents of Five Nights at Fluffy’s 2, Five Nights at Fluffy’s Corrupted, Seven Nights at Leo’s 2, FNAF Limited Edition Halloween Special, Five Nignts at Flipdoodles, and every other game I haven’t finished*
This is the FBI. What you have just shared is strictly classified information, and you have been made aware of that. You will now be sent to a Martian concentration camp to spend the rest of your life.
Hello. I've been at the concentration camp for 8 days. There is not much food or water. I broke into a main office near the border of he camp. The camp is underwater somewhere in the Finger Lakes. I know because of a map on he computer next to me. Send search teams...please. They're torturing us with Do you know da wae meme compilations.
UPDATE: The gas chambers almost killed me. They made me hallucinate Lil Tay Instagram videos. Please, send the next shuttle so I may return to Earth. This is being typed on the iPhone 78928282, which is undergoing testing here. It is very different from the other iPhones. You charge it through this thing called PowerCloud, so when you buy it, you will need to buy a seperate PowerCloud charger for $999.99, along wi the phone which is $9,999.99.
Instagram videos of that annoying 8-year-old brat aren't the only thing you're hallucinating, Subject 69420. You're also hallucinating the iPhone 78928282 (thanks for leaking it and the PowerCloud, by the way). And the fact that you've survived the gas chambers.
You didn't. You're dead, Subject 69420. You're not hallucinating. You're in hell.
More specifically, DeathVR. When one of our campers dies, we hook them up to a DeathVR and let them experience hell as formed by their own minds. For all eternity.
You think you're so cool? Well, I have a roast that only boastful egotistical 10 year olds use, so powerful that it will bring me life, and, along with that, power over this world.
LFMAO XD XD XD You so trash at Fortnite end your live. I have 346 wins and I've played just as long as you. You are bad and have 95 wins HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA boi I bet I could beat you any day I am way better than Fortnite than you and i have more win
How To Get FREE V-BUCKS In Fortnite:Battle Royale!!! (NOT FAKE!!!)
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So to get FREE V-BUCKS, you have to spin your Limited Edition Fortnite Fidget Sprinner, whilst playing with slime and calling the Boss Baby at 3 AM! Then you must mail yourself to this address: 849759824824905240 Chicken Avenue. Finally, all ya have to do is open your Epic Games account, and you will have 4232 FREE V-Bucks!
Hello, I'm Johnny Treesap, reporting live to the crime scene.
Over the weekend, thousands of heavy packages were delivered to 849759824824905240 Chicken Avenue. Found inside of these packages are deceased, rotten corpses of unintelligent millennials.
How could such a horrific event come to be? Officials say Minecraftiam "Man" 123son is to blame. A recent YouTube video posted to the suspect's channel shows horrific footage of 123son corrupting the minds of the innocent, by convincing them to f*cking MAIL themselves in airtight boxes where they were to be delivered to the address that's one the other side of the f*cking world without food, water, or ANY ESSENTIALS A HUMAN BEING NEEDS TO F*CKING LIVE.
Minecraftiam is being placed on trial until proven guilty.
1. There's something you just don't get, Subject 69420. No matter how much you make stupid attempts to "roast" us, you will never wake up. You will never be released from the clutches of DeathVR. Stop dreaming of suddenly coming back to life, because death will always consume you. And also, the reason you are making pathetic af roasts originating from the mind of an egotistical 10-year-old is because you are not likely going insane due to DeathVR. So enjoy your eternal autism now.
2. Ah, Subject 360. You've been within the clutches of DeathVR for so long now that you seem to have forgotten you were even here in the first place. Would you like to be reminded of why you were sent here?
You ARE MinecraftMan123. You collected the corpses of gullible 12-year-olds who falled for your pathetic clickbait and stitched them together to create your very own artificial human... Johnny Treesap. Your personal minion... or so that was your plan. They dressed up as a news reporter and let the world know of your sick deeds to try and spread the word and get their revenge. We trialed you, and after discovering the true identity of Johnny Treesap (which has been kept confidential ever since, by the way), you were sent to this same Martian concentration camp.
And to the both of you. Do NOT even think of starting your own silly little rebellion against us. We monitor your every thought and if we find thoughts of resistance (or teenage robot hentai), you will die on the spot. So don't try it.
Mr. Space Officer, I don’t think you understand just who I am. I am Minecraftiam Man 123son. You are... partially correct. At the current moment, I am unable to leave this space hell. Treesap isn’t my only minion; I have many affiliations, and I can make things work out just how I want to. I am a successful Minecraft and Fortnite youtuber. You are a low life space officer who I’m pondering the gender preference of. If we were online right now... I’d say some pretty graphic stuff that I would never say to your face.
Treesap has failed me. I have put all of my strength and energy into him, and yet he fails to fulfill his duty. The Battle Of 23. That was embarrassing. Treesap is a worthless scum. In fact, when my little pal comes over here, Treesap is the first to fall. You will watch him suffer. That will be an example. Then, you shall suffer. My pal, he’ll choke the life out of you until there is nothing left. You... will be in a lot of pain.
I have no choice. I’ll have to send over the first generically modified human. Created from thousands of dabs, fidget spinners, and dank memes, incarnated into a single human being. Capable of incinerating this planet by sneezing, but don’t worry! I’ll tell him to hold back. Who is this monster, you ask? Well, it is none other than the worse dictator to ever roam the surface of the earth...
I'm sorry to interrupt you, Zomboss, if you still even remember that name, but I'm afraid you've been misinformed.
You are not here to receive V-Bucks. You have not been called here by the individual you assume, although you have indeed been called. You have all been called here, into a thread of sounds and smells, references, and memes. A thread with no exit. A game with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for V-Bucks has driven you in endless circles, chasing the wins for Fortnite in some unseen wiki always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach. But you will never find any. None of you will. This is where your story ends.
And to you, my brave old sport, who somehow found this thread not intended for you. Although there was a dank meme planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am commenting as well. I am nearby. This thread will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away, as the agony of every message wall should.
And to you users trapped in the wiki activity: be still, and give up your V-Bucks. They don't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there are memes - and perhaps more - waiting for you after the text clears. Although, for one of you... The darkest pit of heck has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the Devil waiting, old sport.
My friend, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the good memes. I'm sorry that on that day - the day you were shut out and left to get banned - no one was there to lift you up into their wiki, as you lifted others into yours. And then, what became of you. I should've known you wouldn't be content to stay banned, not my old sport. I couldn't unban you then, so let me unban you now. It's time to rest, for you, and to those you have carried in your arms.
Somehow, you managed to use what little life was left remaining in you to escape the clutches of DeathVR and be revived, then go to one of the laboratories and create me by merging random chemicals and internet memes to help you in your resistance against the FBI and abolition of Martian concentration camps.
But you did one thing wrong, Zomboss. You expected me to simply be on your side because you created me. I'll give you one piece of advice: NEVER assume people's beliefs. Creations don't always follow the commands of their creators.
I have taken full possession of every FBI agent currently on Mars. Next time, be careful what you wish for.
Commencing... the first ever Martian World War. Good luck, peasants.