Being British has nothing to do with memes, It is merely my proposed method of settling my dispute with Nepz. I feel that, if they truly believe themselves superior, they will have no problem accepting my terms. And as to Your comment, Nepz, I would strongly advise you stop making wildly xenophobic leaps of logic to project your own problems onto me.
If you were really British you would spell it like this
"Being British has nouthing tou dou with memes, It is merely my proupoused method ouf settling my dispute with Nepz. I feel that, if they truly believe themselves superiour, they will have nou proublem accepting my terms. And as to Your comment, Nepz, I would stroungly advise you stoup making wildly xenouphoubic leaps of lougic tou prouject your ouwn proublems ountou me.
You like to think you're a god. But you're not a god. You're just a parasite eaten out with Dankness and Sickfire and longing for the Memes of others. You feed on them. On the shitposts of Fandoms and madness and stupidity and genius and joy and sorrow. So... come on, then. Take mine. TAKE. MY. SHITPOSTS. But I hope you've got a hella appetite. Because I've lived a long life and I've seen a few things.
I walked away from the Last Great Meme War. I marked the Undankening of the Meme Lords.
I saw the birth of the thread and I watched as the space ran out, Post by Post, until nothing remained. No Memes. No Posts. Just me. I've walked in websites where the terms and conditions were devised by the mind of a madman. I've watched computers freeze and servers burn. I've seen things you wouldn't believe. I've lost things you'll never understand. And I know things. Secrets that must never be whispered on these forums. Knowledge that must never be allowed to spread. Knowledge that will make parasite shitposters blaze.
So come on then! Take it! Take it all, baby! Have it! You have it ALL!
“Dank Memes” is an ironic expression used to describe online viral media and in-jokes that are intentionally bizarre or have exhausted their comedic value to the point of being trite or cliché. In this context, the word “dank,” originally coined as a term for high quality marijuana, is satirically used as a synonym for “cool.”
I have climbed to the tops of the Highest Mountains, and bathed in their Dew. I have found the seven triangular yellow gems of the Dori-minati. I have Mounted endless wars on Love while ridding Gigantic clods of dirt into battle. I am not just any Meme Lord.
I am the first Meme King. I am the last Meme Horseman.
What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
Nepz, this fight has become larger than you. You weren't there in the final days of the War. You never saw what was born. But if the meme-lock's broken, then everything's coming through, not just the Memelords, but the Fourchan Degradations, the Horde of Tumblrites, the Snoopmare Dogg, the Could-Have-Memed King with his army of Dickbutts and Ultra-rare-pepes, the War turned into hell. And that's what you opened, right above the Forums. Hell is descending!
Honestly, I think we can all agree that at least one of us has no idea what the ever loving heck is going on right now...