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I saw sam do this and I decided to do it too
Name: Cinder Block Chris
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[] They have a rare hair/fur colour
[] Their eyes are an unusual colour
[] This happens to be red
[] Their eyes change colour
[] (if a female) they have large boobs
[x] (if a male) they are very muscular (EXTREMELY. LIKE A WWE RESSLR. YOU JUST DON'T SEE IT UNDER HIS PYRO SUIT.)
[] They are very attractive to the opposite gender
[] They are very attractive to the same gender
[] They have lots of friends/no friends
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The End of an Internet Battle.
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If you're reading this, THG, then you already know you've done me proud. It takes a man to see his downfall, it takes a bigger man to do something about it. This was more than Divider. Divider was the thing that was holding you back and most possibly making you act irrational. But in the end, you did good.
These were past events, read them if you want, but he's doing better.
Well, darn, I genuinely thought that "please" meant that humanity was shining through, that maybe you could actually turn around and change. Shame I was wrong, eh? Wanna take a look at the original journal? Here it is: (Remember when I said these were past events?)
"DI
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"Don't listen to anything on what BurgerLord says. He's considered to be a an idiotic bastard."
Actually, THG, you're considered to be an idiotic bastard. After all, I'm not the one whose hated throughout the community.
So, !ToxicHolyGrenade (https://www.deviantart.com/toxicholygrenade) made a little rant about me, Spider-Mad and Courtyard. But it seems as though he especially made the rant for me. I have to say, I'm a bit flattered, but there are a few things wrong with yer rant, buttercup (here's the original rant if you wanna give it a read:
)
So aside from the fact that yer grammar is shit, like "I was to call out three idiots" like you wanted to but, eh, you just didn'
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Happy Birthday! 
You can't torture my friend,
Why are you doing this, well I should block you for what you did.
Why are you doing this, well I should block you for what you did.
In all honesty you sound like a Holocaust victim. (MAKE WAY FOR JJJJJEEEEEEEWWWIIIISSSSHHH)
No offense to those old elders who witnessed some pretty gruesome shit in those times, but you have to realize he won't stop and will never ever stop. He's like the Doctor, when he's extremely damaged, he'll just simply change form and become healthy and normal again. The only thing that will stop him though, is if someone famous writes or posts a Content Cop-esque video about him. But then again who gives a shit about DeviantArt drama on YouTube these days.
I assure you, if he's blocked, he'll find a way to get back. He has at least two YouTube and DeviantArt accounts including this one and three Wikia accounts and ironically the people who create hate art at him, Evatron and Sam keep feeding him energy to keep going.
No offense to those old elders who witnessed some pretty gruesome shit in those times, but you have to realize he won't stop and will never ever stop. He's like the Doctor, when he's extremely damaged, he'll just simply change form and become healthy and normal again. The only thing that will stop him though, is if someone famous writes or posts a Content Cop-esque video about him. But then again who gives a shit about DeviantArt drama on YouTube these days.
I assure you, if he's blocked, he'll find a way to get back. He has at least two YouTube and DeviantArt accounts including this one and three Wikia accounts and ironically the people who create hate art at him, Evatron and Sam keep feeding him energy to keep going.
Hi there, it's been a while, and congrats on getting a core membership for your DA account. You need to please read this, and I have to to protect you from a game that can be hazardous to anyone and as well as from anonymous people that can send fishy links in association with the game also.
It was one lovely day inside the Overwatch barracks, especially for Lena 'Tracer' Oxton. Having the chance to not only dominate an entire team, but to have sex with 3 other girls, beat the ever living shit out of Bastion and also tear the Scout's head off and hang it on her wall was satisfying for her. She simply relaxed in a sofa chair with a taxidermied Anything4Views in his legendary meme pose on its side, using it as a footrest. She was going to doze off when she suddenly got a call from Winston.
"What the frivolous fuck do you want, ya big hairy cunt?" said Tracer.
"Lena, get your fat whore ass over here, i made some mods to your chrono-whatever-the-fuck-it-is" said Winston.
"Do I have to?" Lena moaned.
"I know you will love this, you racist bitch." Those words made tracer think of stroking herself to a triggered fantasy.
She walked into the laboratory to see a cheap Vietnamese financial calculator welded to her device she always uses to zip back and forth in time.
"What the fuck is this, Winston?" Questioned Tracer.
"Well you see, before i made this modification, you could only go back to when you first crashed. Now I've expanded the range from 1000 years future and past."
"And what is this going to accomplish?" Tracer tiredly groaned.
"Err... you know those fantasies you've been having about... a certain German leader?"
Those words instantly made Tracer squirt herself instantly and let out a giant moan. Tracer knew of the atrocities the Nazis commited, but that's what she loved about the Fuhrer. His bravery. His passion. His boldness. And most of all, his shared hatred for the Jews. Tracer figured out intendetly that she could use the new modification to go back in time to finally meet her idol she had been looking up to for years. Tracer didn't hesitate to yank the device out of Winstons hands, strap it to herself and send herself to the year 1945. She was finally going to make all of her fantasies come true.
Meanwhile in Berlin, Germany, 30th of April, 1945.
Adolf and her recently married girlfriend Eva Braun were sitting in the newly furnished Fuhrerbunker eating the fanciest rations a man could have, with all their friends and the leaders of the SS and the Third Reich. "
So, me und mein fraulein have just been married." announced Hitler. Fegelein raised a wine glass for the Fuhrer's success. "Congratulations, mein fuhrer. I had my absolute doubts you'd get any kind of pussy, but now I've been denied." Fegelein smirked. Hitler simply rolled his eyes and said "Well, Faggotlein, I'll have you know I've gotten pussy plenty of times, especially hiring you." Hitler leaned back on his chair while the crowd roared about how bad he roasted Fegelein. "I don't think zhis one is going to make it to the books, because ve all know about your tiny little-" BANG! Hitler fired a shot from under the table. "Don't vorry, zhe allies are just using their puny shells on us again. Ve vill be safe inside the comfort of zhe bunker."
The SS leaders and their friends and family waved goodbye to hitler as they went back to their rooms in spite of the future of Germany. "Excuse me, mein Mann, I need to go drop some 75mms in zhe badezimmer" Eva said calmly. Hitler excused her, and went into his room to get into casual clothing.
Suddenly, a loud electrical noise was emmited and a big force send Hitler flying on top of his bed in his underwear. "Mein ficken gott, vhat is happening!?" Hitler went to his drawer to reach for his pistol when he turned back to see it was infact our protagonist Tracer, panting from how exausting time travel was. They then both stared at each other, Tracer frozen with unexpressed excitement. Suddenly Tracer started breathing faster and faster, Hitler looking on in confusion about what is happening. Suddenly, Tracer jumped on the Fuhrer, stripping her pants off and caressing Hitler's bare chest. Tracer couldn't hold it in anymore. She had been waiting for this since she was a teenager. She always wanted to be with the Fuhrer. And seeing him half-naked only made the fire hotter. There's so many things she wanted to do with the Fuhrer, that if this was an MIR scan, her brain would give people a seizure. She backflipped and turned onto her stomach, with her feet pushed in Hitler's face. She knew about Hitler's secret foot fetish from documents given to her by the FBI. Slowly dipping each of her toes into Hitler's mouth and wriggling them about until a miniscule bulge appeared from hitler's crotch. She gleefully ripped the underwear off Hitler and with her forefinger and thumb, stroke Hitler's little Kolibri, while sucking on his single Eihandgranate. Hitler and Tracer moaned with ecstasy, as she began fingering Hitler's asshole, while the Fuhrer aggressively bent her to Exorcistic degrees and shoved his face onto her chest, sucking her small yet shapely breasts. The SS officers discussing the plans about what they're going to do about the approaching Allies heard this commoton, but shrugged it off considering it could be anything at this point due to how desperate military leaders could get. This majorly fucked-up sex escelated into weirder and crazier forms of fetish sex, including BDSM, bellybutton tounging, armpit sex, playing Framing Frame loud on One Down using only their genitalia, and yes, even scat. Eventually, it finally came the time when Hitler finally filled Tracer's Sarlaac pit with his Final Solution. Suddenly, Tracer felt a horrible, burning pain coming from her crotch. Hitler and Tracer both knew about the pains of labour, but they never thought it would happen this quickly. Tracer screamed in agonizing pain while Hitler braced for their new, possibly deformed child.
Suddenly, tracer yet out an ear-piercingly sharp scream of pain. She then produced a pickle. Hitler and Tracer were frozen in both intrigue and horror. None of them ever remember putting a pickle in her payload through all the mortifying sex. The pickle then started the swell up and break open. Out came a tiny seal pup-like creature, who's head was simply a faceless human head with a clown mask donning the American flag. Then tracer screamed even harder as 4 more pickles came through, each with their own abominations coming out of them, one of them with a british accent, one who went up and slapped the American clown and another who spoke Swedish. The last one was a presumed stillborn because he was still in a pickle. Tracer shed tears of joy and cried, with hitler comforting her as she held the tiny American clown. Then the clown started to make noises initiating to Hitler and Tracer that the clown was going to speak. "OH MY GOLLY GEE, IT'S GOING TO SAY ITS FIRST WORDS!" Tracer squealed and sobbed as she looked on to watch a series of the greatest moments of her life.
The American Clown finally spoke up. "AAAAAAAAAUUUUGGGHH, I NEED A MEDIC BAG!" the clown then finally started moaning in agony. Instinctively, Tracer then brought the tiny clown to her chest and let her new child suck on her nipple. She then lifted the swedish clown onto her chest and layed back and let them both suck her breast. The two other clowns finally followed, one taking the unhatched pickle with him. The british clown climed atop of her foot and licked the several reminants of sex off of her toes, which tickled her quite a bit. His twin then came along, and yelled at the british clown. "Don't act dumb" he said, causing the brit to be alarmed and drop tracer's foot onto his twin. Hitler then grabbed the knockoff and threw him into a sausage grinder, grinding him into his new secret Houston Patties, which cured people instantly of the Dum disease, which caused people to act dumb and not get the thermal drill.
"That's what you get, ya wanker" said the british clown, who simply kept licking tracer's bare foot. Suddenly, Erwin Rommel burst through the door with a useless peice of paper with words and scribbles on it.
"MEIN FUHRER, ZHE ALLIES ARE CLOSING IN ON-" He was then frozen in horror to see an exhausted Hitler caressing a pickle, with Tracer having two migets suck the milk off her, and one worshipping her feet. "Excuse me, mein fuhrer, but may I ask, what the fuck is zhis?"
"It's a miracle, Rommel. A miracle that only happens once in your life. Now let me be, I must connect with mein new children." Hitler ordered. Erwin then stepped forward and spoke up "But mein fuhrer, zhe allies are closing in on zhe bunker, they are going to be here any min-"
"HOW ABOUT YOU HOLD YOUR FUCKING FAT TOUNGE, RIGHT WING? I DON'T CARE IF THE ALLIES HAVE FOUND MY BUNKER, I WOULD BE HAPPY TO DIE RIGHT NOW! YOU KNOW WHY? BECAUSE ZHESE CHILDREN AND THE EXPERIENCE I JUST HAD HAVE COMPLETED MY LIFE! I DON'T CARE IF THOSE COMMUNIST SCHWEINHUNDS SHOVE A FUCKING RED HOT MUZZLE BRAKE UP MEIN ARSCHLOCH! MY LIFE CAN NEVER BE RUINED NOW, BECAUSE I KNOW NONE OF YOU JUDEN WILL NEVER EXPERIENCE WHAT I JUST HAVE! NOW FUCK OFF!" Hitler screamed.
Erwin was just about to protest when suddenly his head gibbed and his body slumped to the floor. Two Red Army soldiers armed with PPsH SMGs and one with a Obrez Mosin-Nagant stormed the room. As they finally looked at the scene, they also froze in horror. Contemplating the situation in the huddle, they then proceed to kill themselves. Tracer and Hitler shrugged it off, but then realized that the Russians had just stormed the bunker. They then grabbed all the children, bracing them with all their love. A backup infantry then ran into the room with his SKS in hand. The tiny Swedish clown then screamed a Swedish viking warcry and pounced onto the officer, taking out a full-scale drill and drilling into his eye, while the Soviet fired his c96 aimlessly. Tracer and Hitler then finally realized the entire situation itself, and then realized they were all going to die. They grabbed the children, gave the first clown the unhatched pickle, and told them to crawl through the underground vents to a boat, and make their escape to a helicopter to a safehouse in Washington DC.
Tears and sobs were shared as they heard the sound of a 60mm cannon being aimed at their room walls, along with the cocking of guns and orders in Russian. Tracer then faced the window with hitler, embracing him tightly. Hitler then faced her with a knowing smile. "Don't worry, mein little fraulein. I am no longer afraid to die. Because of you, we now have a legacy. A legacy that will continue zhe blood of zhe third reich. Maybe ve vill kill even more Juden zhan before." Hitler spoke. Tracer then looked up an rest her head on his chest. "I-I have to confess love. I'm actually from the future, 130 or so years to be exact. But I've always looked up to you since I was a young child. I've always fantasized about doing those crazy things with you, and all those fantasies have finally come true." Tracer choked. "I've a-always loved you, A-a-a-adolf... And I always will." Tracer and Hitler gave each other looks of hope and despair as they approached the window, Hitler giving a meaningful nod. Russian yells were widespread as they loaded the cannon and primed it for firing, while the couple inside the building hugged each other and cried and said their final words before the artillery bombarded the room. "I love you, Adolf." "Und I love you too, Lena. You did good for zhis Reich."
Boom. The Fuhrerbunker then fell apart, taking Lena and Hitler with it.
Meanwhile, 10 months later, the children finally escaped to a safehouse under a laundromat in DC. The children, dubbing themselves as Wolf, Dallas and Hoxton, grabbed the pickle and laid it onto the couch. Wolf then grabbed a wrench he found in an engineering shop in Teufort, New Mexico and hit the pickle with it, causing it to make a whirring noise. The pickle finally started swelling up and bruising and blistering, with faint swearing and something about drills being heard.
It turns out, Chains was in a pickle all along.
"What the frivolous fuck do you want, ya big hairy cunt?" said Tracer.
"Lena, get your fat whore ass over here, i made some mods to your chrono-whatever-the-fuck-it-is" said Winston.
"Do I have to?" Lena moaned.
"I know you will love this, you racist bitch." Those words made tracer think of stroking herself to a triggered fantasy.
She walked into the laboratory to see a cheap Vietnamese financial calculator welded to her device she always uses to zip back and forth in time.
"What the fuck is this, Winston?" Questioned Tracer.
"Well you see, before i made this modification, you could only go back to when you first crashed. Now I've expanded the range from 1000 years future and past."
"And what is this going to accomplish?" Tracer tiredly groaned.
"Err... you know those fantasies you've been having about... a certain German leader?"
Those words instantly made Tracer squirt herself instantly and let out a giant moan. Tracer knew of the atrocities the Nazis commited, but that's what she loved about the Fuhrer. His bravery. His passion. His boldness. And most of all, his shared hatred for the Jews. Tracer figured out intendetly that she could use the new modification to go back in time to finally meet her idol she had been looking up to for years. Tracer didn't hesitate to yank the device out of Winstons hands, strap it to herself and send herself to the year 1945. She was finally going to make all of her fantasies come true.
Meanwhile in Berlin, Germany, 30th of April, 1945.
Adolf and her recently married girlfriend Eva Braun were sitting in the newly furnished Fuhrerbunker eating the fanciest rations a man could have, with all their friends and the leaders of the SS and the Third Reich. "
So, me und mein fraulein have just been married." announced Hitler. Fegelein raised a wine glass for the Fuhrer's success. "Congratulations, mein fuhrer. I had my absolute doubts you'd get any kind of pussy, but now I've been denied." Fegelein smirked. Hitler simply rolled his eyes and said "Well, Faggotlein, I'll have you know I've gotten pussy plenty of times, especially hiring you." Hitler leaned back on his chair while the crowd roared about how bad he roasted Fegelein. "I don't think zhis one is going to make it to the books, because ve all know about your tiny little-" BANG! Hitler fired a shot from under the table. "Don't vorry, zhe allies are just using their puny shells on us again. Ve vill be safe inside the comfort of zhe bunker."
The SS leaders and their friends and family waved goodbye to hitler as they went back to their rooms in spite of the future of Germany. "Excuse me, mein Mann, I need to go drop some 75mms in zhe badezimmer" Eva said calmly. Hitler excused her, and went into his room to get into casual clothing.
Suddenly, a loud electrical noise was emmited and a big force send Hitler flying on top of his bed in his underwear. "Mein ficken gott, vhat is happening!?" Hitler went to his drawer to reach for his pistol when he turned back to see it was infact our protagonist Tracer, panting from how exausting time travel was. They then both stared at each other, Tracer frozen with unexpressed excitement. Suddenly Tracer started breathing faster and faster, Hitler looking on in confusion about what is happening. Suddenly, Tracer jumped on the Fuhrer, stripping her pants off and caressing Hitler's bare chest. Tracer couldn't hold it in anymore. She had been waiting for this since she was a teenager. She always wanted to be with the Fuhrer. And seeing him half-naked only made the fire hotter. There's so many things she wanted to do with the Fuhrer, that if this was an MIR scan, her brain would give people a seizure. She backflipped and turned onto her stomach, with her feet pushed in Hitler's face. She knew about Hitler's secret foot fetish from documents given to her by the FBI. Slowly dipping each of her toes into Hitler's mouth and wriggling them about until a miniscule bulge appeared from hitler's crotch. She gleefully ripped the underwear off Hitler and with her forefinger and thumb, stroke Hitler's little Kolibri, while sucking on his single Eihandgranate. Hitler and Tracer moaned with ecstasy, as she began fingering Hitler's asshole, while the Fuhrer aggressively bent her to Exorcistic degrees and shoved his face onto her chest, sucking her small yet shapely breasts. The SS officers discussing the plans about what they're going to do about the approaching Allies heard this commoton, but shrugged it off considering it could be anything at this point due to how desperate military leaders could get. This majorly fucked-up sex escelated into weirder and crazier forms of fetish sex, including BDSM, bellybutton tounging, armpit sex, playing Framing Frame loud on One Down using only their genitalia, and yes, even scat. Eventually, it finally came the time when Hitler finally filled Tracer's Sarlaac pit with his Final Solution. Suddenly, Tracer felt a horrible, burning pain coming from her crotch. Hitler and Tracer both knew about the pains of labour, but they never thought it would happen this quickly. Tracer screamed in agonizing pain while Hitler braced for their new, possibly deformed child.
Suddenly, tracer yet out an ear-piercingly sharp scream of pain. She then produced a pickle. Hitler and Tracer were frozen in both intrigue and horror. None of them ever remember putting a pickle in her payload through all the mortifying sex. The pickle then started the swell up and break open. Out came a tiny seal pup-like creature, who's head was simply a faceless human head with a clown mask donning the American flag. Then tracer screamed even harder as 4 more pickles came through, each with their own abominations coming out of them, one of them with a british accent, one who went up and slapped the American clown and another who spoke Swedish. The last one was a presumed stillborn because he was still in a pickle. Tracer shed tears of joy and cried, with hitler comforting her as she held the tiny American clown. Then the clown started to make noises initiating to Hitler and Tracer that the clown was going to speak. "OH MY GOLLY GEE, IT'S GOING TO SAY ITS FIRST WORDS!" Tracer squealed and sobbed as she looked on to watch a series of the greatest moments of her life.
The American Clown finally spoke up. "AAAAAAAAAUUUUGGGHH, I NEED A MEDIC BAG!" the clown then finally started moaning in agony. Instinctively, Tracer then brought the tiny clown to her chest and let her new child suck on her nipple. She then lifted the swedish clown onto her chest and layed back and let them both suck her breast. The two other clowns finally followed, one taking the unhatched pickle with him. The british clown climed atop of her foot and licked the several reminants of sex off of her toes, which tickled her quite a bit. His twin then came along, and yelled at the british clown. "Don't act dumb" he said, causing the brit to be alarmed and drop tracer's foot onto his twin. Hitler then grabbed the knockoff and threw him into a sausage grinder, grinding him into his new secret Houston Patties, which cured people instantly of the Dum disease, which caused people to act dumb and not get the thermal drill.
"That's what you get, ya wanker" said the british clown, who simply kept licking tracer's bare foot. Suddenly, Erwin Rommel burst through the door with a useless peice of paper with words and scribbles on it.
"MEIN FUHRER, ZHE ALLIES ARE CLOSING IN ON-" He was then frozen in horror to see an exhausted Hitler caressing a pickle, with Tracer having two migets suck the milk off her, and one worshipping her feet. "Excuse me, mein fuhrer, but may I ask, what the fuck is zhis?"
"It's a miracle, Rommel. A miracle that only happens once in your life. Now let me be, I must connect with mein new children." Hitler ordered. Erwin then stepped forward and spoke up "But mein fuhrer, zhe allies are closing in on zhe bunker, they are going to be here any min-"
"HOW ABOUT YOU HOLD YOUR FUCKING FAT TOUNGE, RIGHT WING? I DON'T CARE IF THE ALLIES HAVE FOUND MY BUNKER, I WOULD BE HAPPY TO DIE RIGHT NOW! YOU KNOW WHY? BECAUSE ZHESE CHILDREN AND THE EXPERIENCE I JUST HAD HAVE COMPLETED MY LIFE! I DON'T CARE IF THOSE COMMUNIST SCHWEINHUNDS SHOVE A FUCKING RED HOT MUZZLE BRAKE UP MEIN ARSCHLOCH! MY LIFE CAN NEVER BE RUINED NOW, BECAUSE I KNOW NONE OF YOU JUDEN WILL NEVER EXPERIENCE WHAT I JUST HAVE! NOW FUCK OFF!" Hitler screamed.
Erwin was just about to protest when suddenly his head gibbed and his body slumped to the floor. Two Red Army soldiers armed with PPsH SMGs and one with a Obrez Mosin-Nagant stormed the room. As they finally looked at the scene, they also froze in horror. Contemplating the situation in the huddle, they then proceed to kill themselves. Tracer and Hitler shrugged it off, but then realized that the Russians had just stormed the bunker. They then grabbed all the children, bracing them with all their love. A backup infantry then ran into the room with his SKS in hand. The tiny Swedish clown then screamed a Swedish viking warcry and pounced onto the officer, taking out a full-scale drill and drilling into his eye, while the Soviet fired his c96 aimlessly. Tracer and Hitler then finally realized the entire situation itself, and then realized they were all going to die. They grabbed the children, gave the first clown the unhatched pickle, and told them to crawl through the underground vents to a boat, and make their escape to a helicopter to a safehouse in Washington DC.
Tears and sobs were shared as they heard the sound of a 60mm cannon being aimed at their room walls, along with the cocking of guns and orders in Russian. Tracer then faced the window with hitler, embracing him tightly. Hitler then faced her with a knowing smile. "Don't worry, mein little fraulein. I am no longer afraid to die. Because of you, we now have a legacy. A legacy that will continue zhe blood of zhe third reich. Maybe ve vill kill even more Juden zhan before." Hitler spoke. Tracer then looked up an rest her head on his chest. "I-I have to confess love. I'm actually from the future, 130 or so years to be exact. But I've always looked up to you since I was a young child. I've always fantasized about doing those crazy things with you, and all those fantasies have finally come true." Tracer choked. "I've a-always loved you, A-a-a-adolf... And I always will." Tracer and Hitler gave each other looks of hope and despair as they approached the window, Hitler giving a meaningful nod. Russian yells were widespread as they loaded the cannon and primed it for firing, while the couple inside the building hugged each other and cried and said their final words before the artillery bombarded the room. "I love you, Adolf." "Und I love you too, Lena. You did good for zhis Reich."
Boom. The Fuhrerbunker then fell apart, taking Lena and Hitler with it.
Meanwhile, 10 months later, the children finally escaped to a safehouse under a laundromat in DC. The children, dubbing themselves as Wolf, Dallas and Hoxton, grabbed the pickle and laid it onto the couch. Wolf then grabbed a wrench he found in an engineering shop in Teufort, New Mexico and hit the pickle with it, causing it to make a whirring noise. The pickle finally started swelling up and bruising and blistering, with faint swearing and something about drills being heard.
It turns out, Chains was in a pickle all along.
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