Listen here you little wank, Im fucking top kek tier level pewdiepie in 9000 auto rooomate version
So fek urself.

What the fuck did you just fucking say about my gear, you little n00b? I’ll have you know I am a lvl 90 Undead Arcane Mage, and I’ve won so many PVP matches, and I have done raids on every 10 man heroic dungeon. I also have a fuckton of macros and I have a GS of 10K. You are nothing to me but just a lvl 12 gnome hunter. I will pwn the fuck out of you with Arcane Missiles the likes of which has never been seen before on Azeroth AND Outland, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over raid? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my guild of mages and shamans across The Eastern Kingdoms and your character is being targeted right now so you better prepare for the ownage, n00b. The Arcane Barrage that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your character. You’re fucking pwn’d, n00b. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my secondary talent tree. Not only am I extensively trained in Arcane magic, but I have access to the entire arsenal of Fire magic and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable neckbeard off the face of Azeroth, you little faggot. 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 getting debuffed, you goddamnn00b. I will shit Dragon’s Breath all over you and you will burn in it. You’re fucking pwn’d, faggot.What the fuck did you just fucking say about my gear, you little n00b? I’ll have you know I am a lvl 90 Undead Arcane Mage, and I’ve won so many PVP matches, and I have done raids on every 10 man heroic dungeon. I also have a fuckton of macros and I have a GS of 10K. You are nothing to me but just a lvl 12 gnome hunter. I will pwn the fuck out of you with Arcane Missiles the likes of which has never been seen before on Azeroth AND Outland, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over raid? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my guild of mages and shamans across The Eastern Kingdoms and your character is being targeted right now so you better prepare for the ownage, n00b. The Arcane Barrage that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your character. You’re fucking pwn’d, n00b. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my secondary talent tree. Not only am I extensively trained in Arcane magic, but I have access to the entire arsenal of Fire magic and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable neckbeard off the face of Azeroth, you little faggot. 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 getting debuffed, you goddamnn00b. I will shit Dragon’s Breath all over you and you will burn in it. You’re fucking pwn’d, faggot.

Yus

Originally posted by Spookmail:

tl;dr get rekt scrub

Fuk u

POV= Point of View
Pokémon. Creatures of vast power and quantity.
Humans. Creatures of creativity, and destruction.
When these two species are joined as a team, almost anything is possible. Building great things in very little time, crossing oceans, flying high in the sky, and much more. You, however are the one of the few unlucky souls of your age that has no Pokémon partner. Your parents are strict about what you do, and where you go. The only time you’ve been out of town, hell out of your block, was the time your parents had to take a train to another city. You were very small at the time, and had no memories of the ride there, or the place you stayed in, or the purpose. The only thing you do remember from the trip is meeting a man in a purple shirt; he gave your father something, and walked away.
Anyway, getting back to the story.
For the past few months you’ve wanted out of this town, you wanted to be free, you wanted some sort of adventure! You saw young trainers, some younger than you, walk past your house, laughing, having a good time. You envy them. You don’t see why your parents wouldn’t let you at least venture off into the forest! Sure, there were strong Pokémon out there, but hey, there were other trainers out there, and they would help you, right? You suppose you understand, after reading about Pokémon in the school library, and on the internet, you know that Pokémon are death machines.

*POV CHANGE*
You are a Serperior, graceful green, white and yellow snake Pokémon of the grass type, 10 feet, 10 inches long, or 3.3 meters. You are perched in a tree, your coils wrapped around a thick branch, and you spend your time cursing everything that has happened to you. First, your parents are taken away from you and a young age, leaving for you to defend for yourself. Next, people start coming into your forest, making a ruckus and generally being annoying. Finally, your Pokéfriends stop hanging out with you, maybe it’s the fact that you’re so angry all the time, and they might be scared of you, or the might have found fancy human friends. How you hate man. You wanted them to pay, your first few memories were your parents taken away from men in green shirts and face paint, wielding machetes. Men’s arrogant constructs of cities mock your humble forest. You see trainers walk on by, acting like some sort of miracle of Arceus himself. You longed to make them suffer, you wanted blood, and you wanted revenge! You heard a crack behind you, and realized that you’ve been gripping the tree branch so hard, it has actually begun to crack! Better to save anger for the moment, now is not a good time.


*POV CHANGE*
You had enough. You were done hiding in your safe zone; you wanted to experience something other than boredom! You wanted adventure! You decide that today is the day you venture into the forest, you didn’t care what your parents thought, and you didn’t care what was out in that forest! You slap on some cheap boots and a jacket, grabbed your wallet with 100$ stashed away for this occasion. You begin to walk to the door, and you realize something. “What if I am attacked?” you had no Pokémon to defend yourself with, and your parents kept no firearms in the household. You rack your mind trying to find some memory of a weapon in the house, and you realize that your father has been collecting pocket knives for years! You rush into his room and realize that your mother just woke up, she asks you “where are you going?” “I’m just heading to the park ma.” Reluctantly, she falls back asleep, and you quickly take one of the pocket knives from your dads collection. You walk your merry way over to the door, and proceed to open it, and walk towards the forest.

Unknown to you or the Serperior lying in wait, a lone member of one of the most brutal gangs of its time, walks through the forest.

*POV CHANGE*
As you lie on your branch, brutal thoughts bouncing around in your mind, you hear footsteps below you, you look down to see an adult male human, dressed in a yellow shirt with a Chinese dragon insignia on his back. Your blood boils with rage, how dare this human waltz right on fucking in to YOUR forest, how dare he disturb you, when all you wanted to do was rest? You slithered down your tree, and right behind him. Before you can do anything however, you are smacked with the hilt of a katana! You fall down, as you start to rise again, you realize that you have the tip of a katana at your neck, and a pistol at your head. He looked in your eyes and said something in Chinese and laughed. It was a cold, mirthless laugh that contained not even one small trace of whimsy. It was the laugh of a murderer. Next, he said something in English, “Long live the Ronin!” as he squeezed the trigger, you flinched as you thought it was all over for you, but no loud BANG! was heard, only a small clicking noise. The gun jammed! You took the opportunity to slither away as he was distracted, he looked at you again, and brandished his katana. It was you V.S. this “Ronin” guy.

*POV CHANGE*
You hear yelling in the distance, and sprint to the source, there you find a Serperior hissing at a man with a katana. You looked in awe and fear at the sight before you, when something caught your eye. It was the shimmer of stainless steel in the sunlight. As you reached for the shining object, you realize it’s a gun! Now, you’ve seen enough movies and played enough video games to realize that this weapon was jammed, and you did the only thing you’ve seen actors and characters do. You ejected the shell and chambered another. You looked up in time to see the Chinese man make a mad dash for the Serperior, katana in hand. This man was going to kill it! Now, you do the only logical thing you could’ve thought of, you took aim, and squeezed the trigger. Everything seemed to go in slow motion, the Bang! noise, the sound of flesh and bone being torn apart by a high velocity piece of lead, and the sound of a body hitting the grass. The amount of blood shed by your target was much more than you thought possible from a small gun like this one, but already a pool of blood was forming around the man’s head. You dropped the gun due to your hands shaking, you just killed someone! You looked up to see the Serperior staring straight at you.

*POV CHANGE*
You couldn’t believe it; this human just saved your life! A child no less! You stared in complete disbelief at the little human. “Are you okay?” you heard it ask. You cant respond, you are still in complete shock, your life was protected by a child, a HUMAN child no less! You look at the ground, its too much to comprehend, and you begin to cry. Is everything you’ve ever thought about humans, wrong?

*POV CHANGE*
You see the Serperior bow its head and start to cry, and you walked over to it. You’ve never had to comfort someone before, no less a giant grass snake. You have no idea why it is crying, or how to make it feel better. You do the only thing you knew made people feel better; you hugged it, and whispered “it’s going to be alright, everything is ok…” The Serperior seemed surprised, and quickly coiled around you and squeezed you, not an uncomfortable squeeze, but one of affection. The Serperior looked up and said, “Thank you, what is your name?” You tell her your name, and she tells you her name. Then, you hear her stomach growl.

*POV CHANGE*
You felt hunger seep into your body as you held this warm savior in your coils. You looked up and saw fear in its eyes. You tried to calm it down by talking in a soothing voice, “do not be afraid, I will not harm you.” “Really?” You nod, and you see the fear drain from his eyes. However, you feel the pang of hunger again, as your stomach growls, begging to be filled. Your mind starts working, you had an idea. “Do you trust me?” you ask, he replies, “Yes, yes I do.” You look into this human’s eyes as you raise it into the air, taking off its shoes and socks with your vines, and place its feet into your mouth. “Please no!” It pleaded with you , but its pleas fell on deaf ears as you continue to devour your savior. You savor this human’s flavor as its entire lower half is consumed.

*POV CHANGE*
You can’t believe it, you can’t believe it, and you were being eaten alive, by a Pokémon whom you’ve just saved! How could you believe it? After you saved its life, it sill eats you! You don’t want to die, but you can’t ignore the fact that the spongy, soft tissue around your lower half was, warm and comfortable. Soon, your torso and head were squeezed into its throat, and you were massaged by fleshy rings on the way down, you can’t believe how warm it is, how comfortable it is. Soon, you were deposited into the beast’s stomach, where you realized something immediately, there was no stomach acid! “You tasted lovely little one!” you hear around you, and you reply “its actually quite nice in here!”
“Stay as long as you like, I hope we can be best friends!” You feel the Serperior slither up into its tree, rubbing the bulge in its belly, as these two species fall asleep, together.

Originally posted by Jenny talworts:

Originally posted by SΙΜοη HεΠΓΙKSSΘΠ:

Nice name
Jenny Twatlordss

m80 first i get warts over my vagina and then i get to rule an entire race of twats

great.

Exactly!

Originally posted by Jenny twatlordss:

dick in ass

Nice name
Jenny Twatlordss

Originally posted by Jenny talworts:

SΙΜοη is a faget

Kill yourself.
I allready commited suicide, why don't you join me?

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