Message from @D.A.W.N
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Depends on where in Balkans
i'ts green and flowery
but most of mountainsides cover a kind of narrow area
but Carpathia is expansive and connects with the other two
So it's one wide range of green and flowery mountains
It sounds nice. I mean, realize it would have to be pretty different from Norway, but that whole area just seems a lot more mysterious
Another Exilarch rage quit
Haha yeah
He must be close to the end
T- how many days
To the school shooting
I'd wager he's still got a couple hundred more rage-quits left in him
They are rather addictive
I wanted to show him and Carjack the photos I took in Estonia too
When did you go
I don't know why they get so wound up
2012
Aah
Exo i predict a 0 victim count school shooting
Shoots his English 101 adjunct in the arm and immediately gets wrestled to the ground by classmates
Dalits, no less
😆😆😆
Do you ever read that fictional story about him that was going around?
No
Send pls
Where he's doing a contract in some remote part of South America
I'll try to find it
What happened
You know yr a legend when dudes in chatrooms write fan stories about you
It's just taking the piss really, I mean, exi's not that bad I'm sure even he would have gotten a kick out of it
S1 tier autist
The 4th mind pic
Blue lightning
Exploding brain
ARYAN NAZI
*In the year 2020, Exilarch finds himself working on a contract in a remote part of South America - much to his DISSATISFACTION (as with everything else in both the 1st and 3rd worlds that were never good enough for him). Within a month before he was set to return to his long overdue comfort zone, he was set upon by some primitive tribesmen while attending to a case in an 'off-radar' area of the deep 'naga-naga' jungle. Though Exilarch always fancied himself to be quite a strong man, he couldn't help but feel childlike and humiliated as his body immediately collapsed to the floor at the weight of a rockape's club, before then being casually dragged several hours back to the encampment. He awoke to find himself shackled and decorated in ceremonial paint. He struggled not to cry out like a little bitch as the tribe's resident witchdoctor now came in close to inspect this shiny, snow-coloured gift bestowed unto them by stool-smothered elder gods. Visions of memories flashed before him now (the IRC wars, the long and stressful hours of study, repressed and confusing sexual urges). And in the seconds before recognizing his overwhelming sense of regret, that it took him this far and of an experience this extreme to be able to appreciate better times, he found involuntary release. Exilarch, whose face hung but a few inches away from the big chief that was now analyzing and psyching him out, had pissed his pants. The chief's keen sense of smell from a life in the wild recognized this before even he did. The smell of sorrow. Looking back into Exilarch's eyes, he noticed the very moment at which the young man's soul broke, and with a dalit's degenerate and excitable grin he knew ecstasy.*
Lol
K a r m i c
Horrible karmic torture