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<We are all shit >Shit must speak louder
<We are shit >This is not a resort, rifle in my back, this is army, dynamite in my ass
>Army! Even out of fags like us makes real men, fuse in my anus. DID YOU UNDERSTAND ME
>What did you think? You thought this will be like kindergarten, fighter in my hangar. I personally will be beating the shit out of your heads, cruiser in my bay
>You are here to defend the motherland and not to uhh kick dicks
>All understood, girls? All nuclear potential to my where?
<In your butt >TELL THIS TO MY EAR WHERE THIS POTENTIAL GOES
<Your butt >100 labours without a line
<For what?
>spit
>Look at yourselves, green, female-like, muscle less puppies, woof woof. Bet you want to go to mommy, to home? YOU WANT THE TIT YEAH?
>And who will defend the mommy? Me? Uncle Petya? Aunt Motya?
>Soon you will become the soldiers of the red army. It will make a man even out of someone like youspit
<What the hell are you- >spit 1 replies omitted.
I have many way of responding to that question,but I like thinking about alt Mayas
They have a safety net of simps and feministcucks so it won't be easy, but yeah I really want zoomerGODS amd alphaGODS to start realizing how corny ahh these foids are
Hey there /soy/ mod
What's it like to be a fatty?
I'm behind a thousand proxies
So that I can call you sweaty
Yes I can
You ruin all threads on this altchan
Is that part of your plan?
Hey there, /soy/ mod
Don't you worry about the money
I'm sure you leave you basement
And then ask your deal old Mummy
For some cash
To increase your Hot Pocket stash
And cream for your rash
Oh you will always be
Doing it for free
Oh you will never be
Compensated monetarily
Mod on /soy/
Hey there /soy/ mod
I know times are getting hard
You can't keep up with all the NAS
Your fat fingers are filled with lard
You need to find a way
To simultaneously watch your anime
And move threads to /qa/
Hey there /soy/ mod
I was posting some 'zellig
And after my gems were posted
They were swiftly moved to /qa/
Oh, it was you
The rumours I heard were all true
You have nothing to do
Oh you will always be
Doing it for free
Oh you will never be
Compensated monetarily
Now Walmart seems pretty far
So demand your Mum takes you by car
Cause your Mountain Dew supply's fading away
You spend your days banning us
And we'll just laugh along because
We know that you'll never get laid
Janitor, I'm telling you
Ever since Quote employed you
/soy/ will never ever be the same
And you're to blame
Hey there /soy/ mod
Your neckbeard is covered in Cheetos
While we're posting real gems
Frogposting and even 'zellig like we do
You know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there /soy/ mod, here's to you
This one's for you
Oh you will always be
Doing it for free
Oh you will never be
Compensated monetarily
Mod on /soy/
Free
Free
Free
Free
its a parody of "hey there Delilah" by the Plain White Ts
It's from a goytuber named Ptolemy but I can't find the song he uses, might also be a custom song for all I know, too bad because it's so gemmy
>>20546
Doom Eternal OST - Mars Core @ 2:22 into the song.
https://youtu.be/n10u1UlhT-M?list=PLi0nhlNIBg2vk0NKcJ8eaHQbjLhs7Gm6p&t=142
>mfw banned for advertising a 'cord
KEK do jannies really? 1 replies omitted.
Stole my identity but spitting truth
On the sharty raiding 'cords like that brought in actual foodniggers that would spam their foodbrap memes, there's a reason why 'cord raiding is basically non-existent today
Duolingo only takes you so far, the better site is buusu, try searching for it on /zellig/
So she's kind of 2-degree mischling. Well, Hitler wouldn't stop you from bleaching her due to the fact she passes as white.
>fail to achieve your one (1) objective of purging enemy forces from a 25 mile strip of land, be too pussy to send infantry into the tunnels, beg for a ceasefire, release legit terrorists in exchange for the few landwhales you didn't accidentally mow down
>haha but we fired at some food lines, umad
<BRO, WEED HAS LIKE A THOUSAND POSITIVE EFFECTS, LOOK AT THIS LONG ASS CHART THAT AGREES WITH WHAT I AM SAYING, IT'S JUST GOOD FOR YOUR HEALTH BECAUSE IT JUST IS OK?
never had an energy drink before but i want to try out a white monster
are you unironically made out of sunshine, lolipops and rainbows?
I hope so
FOR ZELLIG
Who is Nophono?
Nophono is a real person. He is a character and the subject of a well-known horror story spread online.
The story of Nophono originates from a series of posts on the imageboard 4chan, specifically on the /x/ board (which is dedicated to paranormal and creepy content). The original posts, made by an anonymous user, claimed to have found a strange, never-released VHS tape from the 1980s.
The core of the Nophono legend is this: the tape appears to be a low-budget, surreal children's show hosted by a terrifying, silent entity named Nophono. The show is bizarre and deeply unsettling, and the story claims that watching it has severe psychological effects, including paranoia, nightmares, and even physical illness.
What Does Nophono Look Like?
According to the story, Nophono's appearance is a key source of its horror. The description is intentionally vague but highly disturbing. Here are the common traits described:
The Shape: Nophono is described as a tall, lanky, humanoid figure. He is extremely thin and elongated.
The Face: This is the most horrifying part. He is said to have no facial features—no eyes, nose, or mouth. Just smooth, blank, flesh-colored skin where a face should be. This is a classic trait of many horror creatures (like the Slender Man or The Silence from Doctor Who) known as "blank face syndrome".
The Suit: He is almost always described as wearing a cheap, ill-fitting, garishly bright suit. The most common color mentioned is a vibrant, electric blue. The suit adds to the creepy, anachronistic feel, reminiscent of bad public access television.
The Behavior: He doesn't speak (hence the name "No-phono," meaning "no sound"). He just moves awkwardly and silently through a sparse, empty set, sometimes interacting with objects or puppets in a meaningless, repetitive way.
The Backstory of the Man Who Would Become Nophono
Before he was the faceless host of a cursed show, he was a man named Arthur Pendleton (or other similar, mundane names in various tellings).
Who He Was:
Arthur was a late-night public access television technician and aspiring children's show host in the early 1980s. He was a quiet, unassuming, and somewhat nervous man—deeply passionate about creating joyful, educational content for children but plagued by social anxiety and a lack of industry connections. He was the kind of man who felt invisible, which is why he obtained his CCW permit; he felt a need to protect himself in a world he found increasingly unpredictable.
The Project:
He poured all his savings, time, and soul into creating a pilot for his dream show, "Nophono's Happy Hour" (the name being a play on "phono" for sound, representing his hope to bring sound and joy). He built the sets himself, designed the puppets, and wrote all the songs and scripts. It was low-budget, awkward, but made with genuine heart.
The Tragedy:
The most common version of the story involves a terrible event, often a studio fire or a botched robbery. Arthur was at the studio late at night, working alone. Intruders broke in, or an electrical fault sparked a blaze. Panicked and fearing for his life, Arthur reached for his unregistered revolver.
In the robbery version, a confrontation ensued. Arthur may have fired the weapon, perhaps killing someone, an act of violence that shattered his gentle psyche in the very place he built for joy.
In the fire version, he was trapped. The synthetic materials of his sets and puppets burned quickly, releasing toxic fumes. The fire disfigured him, melting the features from his face and destroying everything he loved.
The Transformation:
This traumatic event—a violent collision of his dream and his fear in the very temple he built for it—didn't just kill Arthur Pendleton. It unmade him. The location of his passion and his trauma became a psychic scar on reality itself.
The entity that emerged was no longer Arthur. It was a broken, silent record of that moment of terror, doomed to endlessly replay a distorted, horrific version of the show he tried to create.
12 replies omitted.Ok this actually makes sense geg, good job making out this from an AI slop story
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