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IS IT ANY OF YOUR BUSINESS YOU PUTRID SLUT? |
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FUCK. YOU.
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[16 Apr 2007|06:30pm] |
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"SIDS" BY US YOU PUKES |
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EAT YOUR CHILDREN.
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| SHOVE IT IN YOUR EYE OR I'LL DO IT FOR YOU |
[06 Sep 2006|04:33pm] |
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GOD DAMN THAT TOOK A LONG FUCKING TIME. AS IN IT TOOK A LONG FUCKING TIME TO GET ALL OF THOSE PUTRID CORPSES (READ: PEOPLE WE SLAUGHTERED) OUT OF OUR DEATH LAIR AKA HOUSE. THERE WERE SO MANY THAT WOULD COULDN'T GET TO THE PORN PORTAL AKA INTERNET. I'VE TAKEN A MILLION BLOOD BATHS OR SO BUT THE CHUNKS OF FLESH JUST WON'T COME OFF. OH WELL. I THINK MORDRED IS STILL GETTING THE FUCKING BONES OUT OF THE HATE PLAINS AKA FRONT YARD. OH WELL. I GUESS THAT JUST MEANS WE WON'T HAVE TO BUY ANY FOOD FOR MEPHISTOPHELES FOR A WHILE. HE LIKES SKULLS THE BEST. OH YEAH HE'S ALL GROWN UP NOW. A TRUE HELLCAT IN THE FLESH. OKAY I BETTER GET BACK TO SHOVELING ALL THE FUCKING GUTS AND SHIT OUT OF THE TONGUE OF THE HELLMOUTH AKA DRIVEWAY. DON'T DIE INTERNET. JUST FUCKING KIDDING.
HATE IS AWESOME,
DURGOR.
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| WE STILL FUCKING HATE YOU |
[20 Feb 2006|04:31pm] |
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BONES SNAPPING |
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SO MORDRED MADE A PUBLIC APPEARANCE THIS PAST WEEKEND. MANY A MORTAL FLED FOR HIS LIFE FROM THIS MOST UNHOLY OF BEINGS. SOME, HOWEVER, HAD THE FUCKING GONADS TO TALK TO ME. AFTER I GOT DONE TEARING THEIR SPINES OUT THROUGH THEIR ASSHOLES, I REALIZED THAT I NEEDED TO MAKE SURE OF SOMETHING.
DON'T EVER FUCKING THINK YOU'RE SAFE. DON'T GET ANYTHING LIKE THAT IN YOUR HEAD. WE'RE COMING FOR YOU AND IT'S GOING TO HURT. A LOT.
-MORDRED
P.S. I'M GOING TO USE A PIZZA CUTTER.
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| YOU PEOPLE ARE FUCKING ASKING FOR IT |
[15 Nov 2005|12:16am] |
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TRANSLPAINYA - BLOODBATH OF PAIN AND HATE AND SUFFERING |
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SO I'M BUSTING MY WAY THROUGH A CROWD THE OTHER DAY, SWINGING A FUCKING SLEDGEHAMMER AROUND AND MAKING SURE EVERYTHING IT TOUCHES GOES DOWN. WELL SOME PUSS DRIPPING, STINK FACTORY HAD THE GODDAMN NERVE TO TELL ME THAT I'D "CROSSED THE LINE" OR SOMETHING FUCKING STUPID LIKE THAT. WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN "CROSSED THE LINE", SHITBAG? SO I "CRUSHED HIS SKULL" WITH MY HAMMER. A FEW TIMES.
OH, AND START BRINGING YOUR GODDAMN KIDS TO THE MALL MORE OFTEN. THE FOOD COURT DOESN'T HAVE ANYTHING ELSE I'LL EAT. GET WITH THE FUCKING PROGRAM, SIMPS.
I'M CONSIDERING WELDING A SPIKE TO MY HAMMER.
-MORDRED
P.S.
I THINK I FORGOT TO MENTION THAT I HATE ALL OF YOU MORE THAN YOU COULD EVER FUCKING IMAGINE. COCKSUCKERS.
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[14 Nov 2005|09:38am] |
GOOD MORNING YOU PUTRID MAGGOT FACTORIES. I HOPE YOU ALL CHOKE ON THE BRICKS THAT I'M GOING TO SHOVE DOWN YOUR THROATS.
PS - GODDAMN
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| WHAT. THE. FUCK. |
[10 Jul 2005|03:41pm] |
HOW ARE YOU, YOU CHOBE GOBBLING SHIT-FACTORY? NEVERMIND. I DON'T CARE HOW YOU ARE. YOU SHOULD BE FUCKING DEAD.
LISTEN YOU CROOKED FACED, DROOLING, GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING RETARD. I FOUND A FUCKING FLOWER GROWING IN OUR BRIMSTONE DRIVEWAY THIS MORNING WHERE I PARK MY CHILD SLAYING CHARIOT OF FIRE AND PAIN AND HATRED. IF I FIND THE PISS CHUGGING FLESH BAG THAT PUT IT THERE I'M GOING TO MAKE THE HOLOCAUST LOOK LIKE A FUCKING PRACTICAL JOKE. DURGOR DOESN'T EVEN KNOW ABOUT IT YET, AND WHEN HE HEARS YOU MIGHT JUST WANT TO GO AHEAD AND PUT YOUR CHILDREN IN THE STREETS CAUSE WE'RE GOING TO MURDER EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING!! YOU UNDERSTAND?! PUSS DRIPPING CUPS OF MONKEY SPUNK, ALL OF YOU!!
FLOWERS ARE FOR HIPPIES. HIPPIES ARE FUCKING PUSSIES. PUSSIES MAKE ME MAD AS FUCK. YOU ARE A HIPPY. MY WARHAMMER HAS A DATE WITH YOUR FACE. DEATH.
-MORDRED
P.S.
I GAVE THE FLOWER TO AN OLD LADY. THEN I RAN HER, AND THE FLOWER, OVER WITH A STEAM ROLLER. PRESSED GRANNY. DEATH.
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| SHUT THE FUCK UP |
[02 Feb 2005|09:14pm] |
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ANTHEM OF MURDER |
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HOLY FUCKING SHIT.
WE MADE IT YOU GOOCH NIBBLING GUTTERSLUTS. WORLD RECORD FOR MOST MURDERS IN 1 MONTH. 127,656 MURDERS IN 30 DAYS. 127,656 SIMPLETONS SLAUGHTERED BRUTALLY AT THE HANDS OF THE MOST UNHOLY OF BEINGS.
WAIT...
MAKE THAT 127,657...IT WAS DETERMINED THAT WHAT THEY TOUGHT WAS ONE BODY SPREAD OVER A PARKING LOT WAS ACTUALLY 2 BODIES SPREAD OVER A PARKING LOT.
WE FUCKING RULE YOU. EXPIRE YOU WHORES.
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| WE WILL SLAUGHTER THE NON BELIEVERS |
[31 Mar 2004|01:58pm] |
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WE WILL GATHER ALL THE CARCASES AND MAKE A MORBID PIE |
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HELLO WEBNETLAND.
WE HATE U.
IT HAS BEEN A VERY LONG TIME SINCE TRANSLPAINYA HAS VISITED THE MANY INTERNETS. WE HAVE SIMPLY BEEN VERY BUSY. YOU WOULD THINK THAT GOING ON A WORLD BABY EATING TOUR WOULD BE REALLY QUICK, BUT THERE ARE ALOT MORE BABIES OUT THERE THAN YOU THINK. BUT LET IT BE KNOWN THAT TRASNLPAINYA IS BACK FOR GOOD. MEGA GOOD. AND JUST A WARNING TO THOSE OF YOU WHO MIGHT OPPOSE US. WE WILL SKEET IN YOUR MAYO JARS.
PUSSFILLED COCK GOBLINS ALL OF YOU.
GODDAMN.
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[09 Dec 2003|08:44pm] |
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GOD DAMN |
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DINNER TIME ABORTIONS |
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HEY WHO THE FUCK TURNED OFF THE POWER FOR 5 FUCKING YEARS.
WHEN I FIND THE FILTHY COLON BAG FAGGOTS THAT DID IT, I WILL MAKE THEM WISH THE DOCTOR HAD SHOVED THEM BACK INTO THEIR MOTHERS CRUSTY COOTER.
DON'T WORRY, TRANSLPAINYA HAS FORGOTTEN ALL ABOUT YOU AND YOUR PETTY THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS.
PIGFUCKERS.
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| YOUR WORTHLESS...ACCEPT IT. |
[10 Sep 2003|03:48pm] |
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VIDEOS OF ME SKULLFUCKING YOUR GRANDMA |
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DEAR SHITBUCKETS,
I FUCKING HATE YOU GUYS.
THAT IS ALL
-MORDRED
P.S.
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!!
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| HATE TOUR 2003 |
[09 Aug 2003|10:20am] |
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EARLY MORNING TRAIN WRECK |
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DURGOR LOGGING IN FROM OUR MOBILE WEB BOX MACHINE. MORDRED, MEPHISTOPHILIS, AND MYSELF ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF HATE TOUR 2003. WHICH, IF YOU DO NOT KNOW WHAT IT IS, NOT ONLY SHOULD YOU HAVE YOUR SKIN FLAYED OFF WITH A PIZZA CUTTER, BUT YOU'RE MISSING OUT ON A LOT. WE'RE HITTING MOST OF THE MAJOR CITIES GATHERING MANY A SHITCLOW--I MEAN LOYAL FANS TO PARTICIPATE IN ACTS OF AWESOME POWER.
TOMORROW WE'VE GOT LOTS OF GREAT EVENTS LINED UP
MIDNIGHT: INITIATION (WITH AXES)
1AM: DURGOR TEACHES HOW TO BEAT THE ELDERLY WITH HOUSEHOLD OBJECTS
2AM: KITTON FIREBREATHING DEMONSTRATION
2:30AM: LUNCH (RAW)
3:30AM: MORDRED'S BABY TOSSING CONTEST
4AM: CONCERT
6AM: THE HANDING OUT OF THE BLADES
6:15AM: FREE FOR ALL BATTLE ROYAL (USING THE BLADES)
7:30AM: MORDED AND I STEAL YOUR FUCKING WALLETS AND JEWELRY SINCE YOU'VE ALL DIED.
7:30AM: GO HOME
BE THERE OR BE A GOD DAMN PIECE OF MEAT ON MY PLATE OF BONES. SHIT FACED DOG FELCHING WHORE MONSTERS.
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| FUCK OFF MOTHERFUCKERS |
[13 Jul 2003|06:28pm] |
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OUR NEW GODDAMN SONG |
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WE HAVE A NEW SONG. YOU SIMPFUCKS CAN LISTEN TO IT. I HOPE IT KILLS YOU.
WARHAMMER
FUCK ALL OF YOU.
-MORDRED AND DURGOR
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| FUCKING PAY ATTENTION |
[10 Jul 2003|03:51pm] |
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BRAINS LEAKING OUT ALL OVER THE PLACE |
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SO I SAW THIS GUY TODAY, AND I WANTED TO MURDER HIM BRUTALLY. SO I WAS LIKE "HEY YOU!" ...AND THE FUCKING SIMPLETON DIDN'T TURN AROUND, HE JUST KEPT WALKING, SO I SAID "HEY YOU!" AGAIN, BUT WITH A BRICK. HE FELL OVER AND DIDN'T DO MUCH OF ANYTHING AFTER THAT. I TOOK HIM TO THE TRUCK STOP DOWN THE TURNPIKE AND CRAMMED HIS TWITCHING CORPSE INTO A SEMI TRUCK'S TRANSMISSION. WHEN THAT SUCK WAS PUT IN GEAR, HIS BODY WAS MOTHERFUCKING TURNED INTO FLUID. IT WAS VIOLENCE...VIOLENCE THAT EVERY CHILD SHOULD BE EXPOSED TO SO THEY KNOW WHAT AWAITS THEM AT THE HANDS OF TRANSLPAINYA! FUCK OFF YOU GODDAMN WASTE OF FLESH.
-MORDRED
P.S.
DIVE INTO A PRINTING PRESS YOU WORTHLESS WALKING SHIT-HEAP.
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| GO STAB YOURSELF PLEASE, THANKS |
[07 Jul 2003|06:11pm] |
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A TIRE IRON IN THE SKULL OF A PUPPY |
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I MADE A PICTURE OF ME SO YOU SIMPFUCKS CAN KNOW WHO'S TALKING INSTEAD OF HAVING TO SIGN MY MOST UNHOLIEST OF SIGNATURES ON THIS NETPAGE. FEAR IT.
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| YOU ARE A SHITSTAIN |
[07 Jul 2003|01:18am] |
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BOUNCY BOUNCY BABY SKULLS |
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WELL HELLO WORLD OF THE SPACENET. DURGOR HERE TO REMIND YOU THAT WHENEVER YOU TURN OUT YOUR LIGHTS, WE KNOW IT. WHENEVER YOU GO TO SLEEP, WE ARE COMING JUST A LITTLE CLOSER EACH DAY SO WE CAN RIP YOUR FUCKING ENTRAILS OUT AND USE THEM TO WHIP THE HOUNDS OF HELL THAT RUN THE FURNACE YOU WILL SOON BE THROWN IN. I MEAN IT.
OH AND YOU. YEAH YOU. I'M COMING OVER TO YOUR ROOM RIGHT NOW AND I'M GOING TO SMASH YOUR SKULL IN WITH SOMEONE ELSE'S SKULL.
GODDAMN?
YEAH, GODDAMN YOU UNCLE RAPING, TESTICLE SHITTING, SHRED OF SUB HUMAN COCK RAKER.
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| EAT A FUCKING PERSON GODDAMNIT |
[06 Jul 2003|01:06am] |
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CHILDREN IN THE OVEN |
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YOU KNOW WHAT? WHY THE FUCK DO WE EVEN BOTHER WITH EATING HALF THE STUFF WE SLAUGHTER? WHY NOT JUST FUCKING SLAUGHTER IT AND LEAVE THE BLOOD ALL OVER THE PLACE, AND GO EAT SOMEBODY INSTEAD? THATS RIGHT...YOU SHOULD DEFINATELY GO OUT AND START EATING PEOPLE. WHY? CAUSE IT'LL MEAN LESS OF YOU ROAMING SHITBAGS WANDERING AROUND THIS ASS INFESTED PISS PUDDLE OF A PLANET.
-MORDRED
P.S.
SANDWHICH YOUR HEAD BETWEEN TWO VERY LARGE AND VERY HEAVY ROCKS...YOU FUCKING RETARD.
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| WHO TOLD YOU YOU WERE ALLOWED TO LIVE? |
[29 Jun 2003|09:08pm] |
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SIZZLING AS I PUT OUT CIGARETTES IN BABIES EYES |
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GUESS WHAT? I HATE YOU. AND YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE? I HATE EVERYONE. I POURed A POT OF BOILING WATER ON A TODDLER EARLIER TODAY, AND PUT A LIVE VIDEO OF IT ON THE INTARWEB. AS BEFORE, I WOULD HAVE TOLD YOU ABOUT IT SO YOU COULD HAVE WATCHED IT, BUT YOUR ALL OF YOU ARE JUST ANAL MINING, CUM GUZZLERS. GODDAMNIT THE FUCKING INTARWEBNETSPACE IS RETARDED. ITS NOT QUITE AS RETARDED AS YOU THOUGH YOU WALKING STACK OF FAILURE. FUCK OFF AND DIE.
-MORDRED
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STICK A BLOW TOURCH UP YOUR NOSE AND MELT WHAT LITTLE OF A BRAIN YOU HAVE YOU FUCKING JIZZ BUCKET.
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| HOT LIKE THE SHIT I JUST TOOK IN YOUR SKULL |
[27 Jun 2003|11:44pm] |
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THE CRACKLE OF THE HELLFIRE |
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I'M TIRED OF "AIR CONDITIONING". IT'S STUPID. I MEAN, WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WANTS TO BE COLD WHEN YOU CAN BATHE IN THE GLORY OF HELL'S HEAT? THE NEXT PERSON I SEE WITH "AIR CONDITIONING" GETS A NICE BIG MEAT TENDERIZER RIGHT IN THEIR FUCKING EYES. FUCKING DICK DEALERS.
~DURGOR, BARON OF THE COSMIC HATRED YOU MOTHER FUCKERS.
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| SATAN SAYS, "WTF?" |
[25 Jun 2003|08:20pm] |
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NONE OF YOUR GODDAMN BUSINESS |
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WHAT?! YOU KNOW, IT'S TOO FUCKING BAD THAT MORDRED AND I ARE IMMUNE TO SNAKE VENOME. THAT KIND OF HAPPENS WHEN POISON IS WHAT RUNS IN YOUR VEINS. I THINK I AM GOING TO FIND WHOEVER MADE THIS THING AND POUND THEM WITH A SHOVEL FOR PUTTING THIS KIND OF CRAP ON THE WEBNET. WHAT A FECES SWALLOWING PILE OF LARD. DAMN I THINK I AM GOING TO BURN A FEW BUNNIES.
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