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This map updated f*cking it keeps filling the world with a random countries color

Konid Republic wrote:

LETS GOO

👍🏻

I playing a meme soundboard in class

Regnum Alea Spaceflee wrote:

I'm fine now.
Also, Zenosyne, you asked me to write something.
Give me an idea.

a gun whispering on a girls lips waiting to be fired.
(idk i'cant write.)

Konid wrote:

the more i think about that argument and how i lost everything the more pissed off i get.

That's the problem your being fixated on the argument. Even KR doesn't sulk that long he would have a plan to get revenge by now

Zenosyne wrote:

a gun whispering on a girls lips waiting to be fired.
(idk i'cant write.)

._.

I meant like mythology.
Christ man.

Zenosyne wrote:

a gun whispering on a girls lips waiting to be fired.
(idk i'cant write.)

The Confederated States wrote:

CL can do that if you want me to get him too

Wrote it anyways

The girl entered her home once more. The smell of rot and old wine reeks through the air. She shut the front door slowly as she realized what she wanted to do. She has thought of this day for a while now. However she only thought about it. Today however she knew the time has come. After she drank a box of wine with most the wine spilling out her mouth she went under her bed. In her drunken state it took a few minutes for her to grab a box. When she pulled it out it was a small metal box with sticky notes on it telling her not too. However she has seen them too many times for her to care. She opened the latch and inside was a small pistol and a full magazine. Along with more sticky notes saying "don't do it" "Think about your friends" "what about your dog?". However as she looked in the corner at what was once her dog she grabbed the gun. She went to the corner and pet the corpse of her once friend. She knew how it died. In an act of drunken rage. And she slowly went to her kitchen once more.

She sat on her only seat with a bottle of cheap wine. All around her she saw empty wine boxes and bottles, trash, old food, and rotten pictures of time long passed. Friends who have left. And memories long forgotten. As she slowly put her gun near her mouth. She sang once more. She sang the song that reminded her of her mom. She had that song with her since she was born. And as she slowly pulled the trigger she cried and finished her song. With a bang.

Depressing huh?

Comunist Land1 wrote:

Wrote it anyways

The girl entered her home once more. The smell of rot and old wine reeks through the air. She shut the front door slowly as she realized what she wanted to do. She has thought of this day for a while now. However she only thought about it. Today however she knew the time has come. After she drank a box of wine with most the wine spilling out her mouth she went under her bed. In her drunken state it took a few minutes for her to grab a box. When she pulled it out it was a small metal box with sticky notes on it telling her not too. However she has seen them too many times for her to care. She opened the latch and inside was a small pistol and a full magazine. Along with more sticky notes saying "don't do it" "Think about your friends" "what about your dog?". However as she looked in the corner at what was once her dog she grabbed the gun. She went to the corner and pet the corpse of her once friend. She knew how it died. In an act of drunken rage. And she slowly went to her kitchen once more.

She sat on her only seat with a bottle of cheap wine. All around her she saw empty wine boxes and bottles, trash, old food, and rotten pictures of time long passed. Friends who have left. And memories long forgotten. As she slowly put her gun near her mouth. She sang once more. She sang the song that reminded her of her mom. She had that song with her since she was born. And as she slowly pulled the trigger she cried and finished her song. With a bang.

Depressing huh?

Lame.

Konid wrote:

Lame.

Fair enough.
Don't need to take your anger out on me however.
Just breath man. Remember what we did together?

Konid Republic wrote:

The confederates are still independent they are just my puppet

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