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Gray-Human-Mod

GMOD: finally a grey one

vitiligo

WARNING! Carry on reading! Or you will die, even if you only looked at the word warning! Once there was a little boy called Joey, he was ten-years-old and he lived in a mental hospital because he posted a shitty copy pasta onto a People Playground mod's comment section . He got so bad he went to kill all the staff in the hospital so the Feds decided that best idea was to get rid of him so they set up a special room to kill him, as inhumane as possible. And he sat there in agony for hours until he died. Now every week on the day of his death he returns to the person that reads this letter, on a Monday night at 12:00 a.m. He creeps into your room and kills you slowly, by pegging you and watching you bleed to death. Now send this to ten other profiles on this one site, and he will haunt someone else who doesn't. This isn't fake. apparently if u copy and paste this to ten comments in the next ten minutes nothing will happen: sorry couldnt take the risk

why isnt it white humans anymore?

Dalmation puppy from ohio

The hot wind blowing jagged lines across the sand.... The crumbling buildings in our minds are all that stand. Just like the buffalo blindly following the herd, we try to justify all the things that have occured! I dont know what ive been told but the wishes of the people cant be controlled, I dont know what ive been told but the wishes of the people cant be controlled.... HEAT OF THE DESERT DUST SETTLES ON MY FACE WITHOUT A COMPASS THE SOLDIER KNOWS NO DISGRACE OUT OF THE ASHES THE EAGLE RISES STILL FREEDOM IS CALLING TO ALL MEN WHO BEND THEIR WILL! HERE I AM... DIRTY AND FACELESS, WAITING TO HEED YOUR INSTRUCTIONS. ON MY OWN, INVISIBLE WARRIOR... I AM A WIND OF DESTRUCTION!1!1!1 DONT NEED A MEDAL FOR ALL THE MEN WE KILL FREEDOM IS CALLING TO ALL MEN WH OBEND THEIR WILL

Standing here, I realize you were
Just like me trying to make history.
But who's to judge the right from wrong.
When our guard is down I think we'll both agree.
That violence breeds violence.
But in the end it has to be this way.
I've curved my own path, you've followed your wrath;
But maybe we're both the same.
The world has turned, and so many have burned.
But nobody is to blame.
It's tearing across this barren wasted land.
I feel new life could be born beneath
The blood stained sand.

Standing here, I realize you were
Just like me trying to make history.
But who's to judge the right from wrong.
When our guard is down I think we'll both agree.
That violence breeds violence.
But in the end it has to be this way.
I've curved my own path, you've followed your wrath;
But maybe we're both the same.
The world has turned, and so many have burned.
But nobody is to blame.
It's tearing across this barren wasted land.
I feel new life could be born beneath
The blood stained sand.

for a second i thought it said gay human 💀💀

nice, i'll use it as an "infection" or apocalypse