Ace Gunner
10-19-2012, 11:24 AM
But, it is going to come back to a blistering boil during game week -- right???
This man must be stopped. I am counting on you CP.
Here. Maybe I can help-
You are broken now -- do not let him continue. You can still fight.
His rust will not sleep. His toxic lab never breaks. He will erode you. Sicken your blood.
He will snap you like a cracker, bone by bone. Watch his terror work on you.
And Jamaal. His will is all that is left inside. Outside, the poison has begun to take. The erosion continues. But faster now.
His minions are escorting Dwayne Bowe to the (Miami) gallows as we read.
He will force Matt Cassel in your dreams.
Your rest will become his playtime -- his intrusive tinkering will rewire you, pacify you while his potion removes your will & pride.
Your balls begin to shrivel & dry up as you nod in approval until your castration is complete.
Then it will happen. The unich -- ifacation will complete and you will take your place under the anointed god of 1 arrowhead.
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Inhale -- the stench is unavoidable as it fills your lungs, paralyzing with each breath you take.
He is lurking. Watching. Laughing at your inability, your futility, your future of fail. He laughs at your grimacing face on his monitor screen.
Feasting on your carcass, your slow demise. You slip slowly into the bath of lost souls, losers of past conquests.
Again, he laughs and your moans are drowned out by his bellowed chucklings. Your mouth opens larger trying to scream, but nothing comes out as the horror continues.
You cannot escape now, only fight.
The black knights must rise again. A new fight is on the horizon.
PR_Capone, JWhit & the others will ride again. The battle has only begun.
He must be stopped. I am counting on you CP.
Have a good weekend. Rest up. Get ready.
This man must be stopped. I am counting on you CP.
Here. Maybe I can help-
You are broken now -- do not let him continue. You can still fight.
His rust will not sleep. His toxic lab never breaks. He will erode you. Sicken your blood.
He will snap you like a cracker, bone by bone. Watch his terror work on you.
And Jamaal. His will is all that is left inside. Outside, the poison has begun to take. The erosion continues. But faster now.
His minions are escorting Dwayne Bowe to the (Miami) gallows as we read.
He will force Matt Cassel in your dreams.
Your rest will become his playtime -- his intrusive tinkering will rewire you, pacify you while his potion removes your will & pride.
Your balls begin to shrivel & dry up as you nod in approval until your castration is complete.
Then it will happen. The unich -- ifacation will complete and you will take your place under the anointed god of 1 arrowhead.
<iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/elNeQjTTnVo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
Inhale -- the stench is unavoidable as it fills your lungs, paralyzing with each breath you take.
He is lurking. Watching. Laughing at your inability, your futility, your future of fail. He laughs at your grimacing face on his monitor screen.
Feasting on your carcass, your slow demise. You slip slowly into the bath of lost souls, losers of past conquests.
Again, he laughs and your moans are drowned out by his bellowed chucklings. Your mouth opens larger trying to scream, but nothing comes out as the horror continues.
You cannot escape now, only fight.
The black knights must rise again. A new fight is on the horizon.
PR_Capone, JWhit & the others will ride again. The battle has only begun.
He must be stopped. I am counting on you CP.
Have a good weekend. Rest up. Get ready.