Bloodwinter Clan

Yeo fellas sorry I've been away for so long..I met this chick and she gives mad good.....nm. Anyway I'm sellin my daoc account...some 16 year old is givin me $300 for it=) Check it...are we playin NWN or what?!? Me and Rolo already bought the game and are levlin fast..I'm playin a monk<----uber. But just sayin hi to yall and posin that question about NWN. BC represent!

Sup brotha! Yea I have not been in the mood for gaming lately bro because of some RL shit. We pretty much are waiting for Shadowbane but some are in NWN and D2. I know Guyute and some of the boyz are in Shadowbane beta. Welcome back gimpsta.

Dear Mr. Lender,
Next time I see you, you will recieve three beefnecks and a reverse lariette. Do not try to resist, your punishment will only get worse if you try to hide. Oh yah, I almost forgot, I am glad your momma made parole, she deserves her freedom after 4 years in that Mexican prison.Good Evening punk.

Ps... Nobody loves ugly.

First off where the fuck is mr. green? He's my favorite fkin icon and he's gone....Pytt probable shoved him up his ass so his gerble friends have someone to talk to. Now that we are on the subject of that trash talking pedafile I would like to adress Pytt's comment as such. We all know you were the one selling your body on the scurvey streets of Tijuana to harry, tequila drinking Mexicans who have probably never shaved, just so you could bye gerble food for your sex prisoners you keep logged in yer arse. So please admit to doing it, getting sent to jail, feeling like you had found heaven on earth in a biker named Guadalupe and now being left alone and scared in a society that shuns grotesque freaks of nature like yourself with only your smellly shit ridden gerbils..............have a nice day=) :mr.green:

Mr. Green is back

When I think about your mother crying herself to sleep everynight becasue of how you turned out in life, I cant help but feel pity for her. I would have hoped the dildo I got her last month would cheer her up a bit, but I guess the pain of having a half-tard for a son is a matter not easily solved by having a rubber jackhammer lodged in your arse. The pain and regret she holds for not leaving you somewhere in the wilderness alone eats away at her daily consuming what is left of her former reality. When she showed me the video of your birth... I vomited. You came out screaming and crying like a normal babe, but you were definatly not. You had a full beard and an afro , and a hairy chest. The doctor slaped you four times then threw you across the room into the wall. Since you didn't cry I thought you were a really tough baby, but the doctor quickly pointed out that it wasn't toughness that held your tears back, it was stupidity. He brought out the charts of your brain waves and said your brain was operating on .05 % of a normal babies brain waves, it was a basic survival level and that you were incapable of having any complex thoughts... but your mother didnt belive him, and said she would love you always... OH how wrong she was. As the years went on you grew exponentially more slow, children laugh at you, while adults who see you are overwhelmed with a feeling of pity shunning you as an outcast. Now as your life has reached the peak of your stupidity... she just crys and prays that someday soon you will wander into a fast moving truck and end a life that gave you so little happyness. MAY GOD HAVE PITY ON YOUR SOUL!