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CAPTHINDSIGHT wrote: »

hi, apply?

no nobs pls

no nob wapon

no arm heed/bodee

no rack

http://clan.z8games.com/clanstat_cf.aspx?guildid=119367

clan war

Rules of Forum:
No bad spellers please.

No noobs who don't use spell check please.

No bad use of grammar.

No misuse of punctuation and capitalization.

Shadev3 wrote: »

Rules of Forum:
No bad spellers please.

No noobs who don't use spell check please.

No bad use of grammar.

No misuse of punctuation and capitalization.

If you were taught English past the 8th grade you would know that you should not use "don't" in a sentence. Do not use don't.

xD
Gotta love trolls.

Shadev3 wrote: »

Clearly,Crossfire users don't understand what an anti-troll is,he copies what a troll says,changes it to mock the troll,and posts it,and also don't is an actual word,and don't can be written in a proper sentence,and I don't care about proper grammar,I just don't like people who completely ignore it and try to annoy other people with their spelling,don't do that guys,don't do that,don't because its mean,just don't do it.

No I'm not saying i do not agree.
Its just that none of those are rules
Also if anyone is trolling or spamming i somehow ignore it
Its convenient like ad blindness

Well here is my application:

I was sitting outside today when a wasp landed on my right foot. Unknowing of the insect's species, due to my eyes being closed, I prepared for an assault on the little rascal. I invoked all my strength and slammed my left foot against the right one in an attempt to smash the ******* with such an intense force that it would fuse with my skin and I would become half man half flying man. Fortunately for the wasp, only one wing was put out of commission. This was no ordinary wasp, he was a fighter! Managing to gnaw my foot meanwhile flying to safety on the middle of my pool cover, without receiving any additional strikes of fury. Like the ogre out of Jack and the beanstalk I rose to my feet, and delivered a horrendous battle cry heard from miles away. I could sense the the fear in the way it's poorly calculated movements were implemented. I believe the correct term for what this particular wasp was going through is 'shock'. Such an escape will not be forgotten, it was of great dishonour; and I surely wasn't done with him yet. As you know, The criminal always returns to the scene of the crime, and that it did. That little ***** thought he could bamboozle me, but I was wise to him! How nonchalantly he proceeded to buzz around causing a rather irritating sound. It was a damn near disturbance! I debated for a moment whether or not to karate chop that ****sucker in half, capture it in a bottle and gas it, or take a large **** on it. As time was becoming scarce I searched for an alternative method. Something simple and effective, as the burning sensation in my foot was starting to surface and I required ice. I reached for my blue fly swatter, that son of a ***** was going to get it now! The burning from the bite was numbed through an intense adrenaline rush while in pursuit of the culprit. As an eagle stalks his prey, I vigilantly surveyed the area preparing for it to land. GOD DAMN MOTHER****ER I must have been invisible or something because even I didn't see myself swing. The attack was so swift and agile my brain couldn't even calculate the body movements required to carry it out. I stood proudly, only for a moment before I removed the fly swatter from against the wood. A single mutilated wasp fell to the floor. This was it. This is what I had been waiting for all my life. My transition to manhood was complete. And with this, I ordered up a manwich, waffle fries, and a coke to drink. I returned to the batcave triumphantly with a sly grin on my face like I had just ****ed your mother in her sleep, and gotten away with it.