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'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree.
And stood awhile in thought.
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came wiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Enjoy the anarchy Sasuke
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree.
And stood awhile in thought.
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came wiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Enjoy the anarchy Sasuke
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Newfags`
Gentlemen, this is what I have been waiting for. Habbo, Fox, The G4 Newfag Flood crisis. Those were all training scenarios. This is what we have been waiting for. This is a battle for justice. Every time /b/ has gone to war, it has been for our own causes. Now, gentlemen, we are going to fight for something that is right. I say damn those of us who advise against this fight. I say damn those of us who say this is foolish. /b/ROTHERS, THE TIME HAS COME FOR US TO RISE AS NOT ONLY HEROES OF THE INTERNETS, BUT AS ITS GUARDIANS.
/b/ROTHERS. LET THE DEMONS OF THE INTARWEBS BECOME THE ANGELS THAT SHALL VANQUISH THE EVIL THAT DARE TURN ITS FACE TO US.
/b/ROTHERS....
MAN THE HARPOONS!
WE MUST NOT LET THE NEWFAGS TAKE OVER OUR INTERWEBS CHARGE YOUR LAZAHS EVERY ONE OF YOU
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Gentlemen, this is what I have been waiting for. Habbo, Fox, The G4 Newfag Flood crisis. Those were all training scenarios. This is what we have been waiting for. This is a battle for justice. Every time /b/ has gone to war, it has been for our own causes. Now, gentlemen, we are going to fight for something that is right. I say damn those of us who advise against this fight. I say damn those of us who say this is foolish. /b/ROTHERS, THE TIME HAS COME FOR US TO RISE AS NOT ONLY HEROES OF THE INTERNETS, BUT AS ITS GUARDIANS.
/b/ROTHERS. LET THE DEMONS OF THE INTARWEBS BECOME THE ANGELS THAT SHALL VANQUISH THE EVIL THAT DARE TURN ITS FACE TO US.
/b/ROTHERS....
MAN THE HARPOONS!
WE MUST NOT LET THE NEWFAGS TAKE OVER OUR INTERWEBS CHARGE YOUR LAZAHS EVERY ONE OF YOU
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A poem
Poor poor Neko Clan
in its deah howls curse the ghosts who walk this land and dearly demented pychopaths who dredge apon our chores, dead yet still here our souls doth macrimathe. The beasts who pray the unjust in our darkened corridors. A simple click and our dreams your fears come into play. You lose what is ours and ours is gone, apon these fatefull days, now I am no as active, As my good comrades. However the speed at wich i work doth not matter to me much. I am most likely crazy but that means little to me. for you must clearly see our vendetta behind our transperent skins. but with s be in the ash of your distructed homes, because in this world of ours, chaos is a god supreme and us, we messengers of his rise. armed with sharp wit and tech above all ealse. For you to shot thy messenger though seamingly there fault, is a problem all its own and a wrath bestowed apon that with the smokeing gun. for we are the hunter. Gods of the Sun. A profit whos name you mispronounce. A lizard who spits fire...
Poor poor Neko Clan
in its deah howls curse the ghosts who walk this land and dearly demented pychopaths who dredge apon our chores, dead yet still here our souls doth macrimathe. The beasts who pray the unjust in our darkened corridors. A simple click and our dreams your fears come into play. You lose what is ours and ours is gone, apon these fatefull days, now I am no as active, As my good comrades. However the speed at wich i work doth not matter to me much. I am most likely crazy but that means little to me. for you must clearly see our vendetta behind our transperent skins. but with s be in the ash of your distructed homes, because in this world of ours, chaos is a god supreme and us, we messengers of his rise. armed with sharp wit and tech above all ealse. For you to shot thy messenger though seamingly there fault, is a problem all its own and a wrath bestowed apon that with the smokeing gun. for we are the hunter. Gods of the Sun. A profit whos name you mispronounce. A lizard who spits fire...
