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This song isn't my favorite... but check out video!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dgeFC_yLfmw

Submachine rules yo!

-I love Submachine!
- Cool story, bro. :D

Submachine is the best!

I will make sacrifice for Submachine!

-Eeee... So, what Submachine is?
-Noone knows. Except God. And Alexander.

WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

It was a cold night. Two men were wounded with gunshots and covered in milk, and the korean word for "Revenge" scribbled with permanent marker on their faces. It was surely work of the Korean Milkmen Mafia. A perfect job for me. I put on my action hat, loaded my plasma blaster and jumped on my hoverbike.

By the time I got there, around midnight, it was raining. The milk factory was closed, but a light was still on. Crawling up to the roof, I opened a hole on the glass roof with the blaster, big enough for me to jimp in. I sneaked my way to that room with the light, wher I could hear from the door the koreans talking. I should have learned korean a long time ago. Whatever. I recorded the conversation. Suddently they stopped, I heard a familiar hum and jumped away seconds before the door was blasted to ashes. Running as fast as I could, I launched myself through a wall of glass, landing on the grass, next to my bike. Dodging the bullets of a dozen machine guns with the help of a shot of adrenalyn I had in my bike, I rode back to my appartment, locked myself in, turned on my old 2D TV and laid on my couch, where I fell asleep.

zombieshooter wrote:By the time I got there, around midnight, it was raining. The milk factory was closed, but a light was still on. Crawling up to the roof, I opened a hole on the glass roof with the blaster, big enough for me to jimp in. I sneaked my way to that room with the light, wher I could hear from the door the koreans talking. I should have learned korean a long time ago. Whatever. I recorded the conversation. Suddently they stopped, I heard a familiar hum and jumped away seconds before the door was blasted to ashes. Running as fast as I could, I launched myself through a wall of glass, landing on the grass, next to my bike. Dodging the bullets of a dozen machine guns with the help of a shot of adrenalyn I had in my bike, I rode back to my appartment, locked myself in, turned on my old 2D TV and laid on my couch, where I fell asleep.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cts9XhhItqw

NO Bike for YOU!

Be careful guys... Our Onion Vortex isn't Vortex again...
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wut?

his giblet eyes surveyed me
his haggard haunch was raised
rearing up his splintered paw
he struck me in a daze