Just Karma

Easy +1, we haven't talked much, but from what little we did I agree with the rest that you seem like a great lad. From what I've seen I believe that you understand that there's a place and a time for everything, knowing when to fool around and when to actually put on the big boy pants. Best of luck with you app.

Denied fag

Ew

Game theory: Garnet never actually existed, he is nothing more than an profile created by the North Korean government. The point of GG is to take money, time and energy from US citizens. Soon they'll grow strong enough to take over US, wake up sheeple, don't trust any staff.

In-game name: 2GA PVT EntremanuerGuy Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:50554012 I am reporting a [Staff/Player]: Player Their name or SteamID: STEAM_0:0:60303227, EntremanuerGuy Who was involved?: Apollo Solstitium, Thruitall, Dann, Mint (All of which I believe were AFK) and EntremanuerGuy. When did this occur?: 13:26 (GMT-5) Describe the situation: War had just ended, most RU players went afk and this guy began shooting them. Once he was done he immediately disconnected, but I got his ID before he did so. Proof (Screenshots/Recordings):

@Dempsey How dare you turn yourself into delicious 'pasghetti just like that? I have 0.0009% of Italian blood in me, and I gotta say this offended me greatly. You've ruined my day, my immersion and my appetite. You and strange will soon hear about my lawyers, good day sir.

Any time

So about an hour ago I was walking down my neighborhood, the day was beautiful and I was so jolly that I whistled a cheery tune. As I made my way down the street I spotted a figure on the corner on my eye staring directly at me. My fat jiggled as I turned towards the mysterious figure, only to spot an old man sitting on an old lawnchair beckoning at me with his disgustingly crinkled finger. I hesitated at first, bad experiences with my uncle had made me wary of older men asking me to approach them, however I noticed he was hiding something behind his back with his other hand. Curious I proceeded to carefully approach the wrinkle bag, his smile widening with every step I took. Once I was directly in front of him he revealed to me what he was hiding, a Nintendo 64 game cartridge, but not any game: Could it really be? Were my eyes perhaps playing a jest on me? The old man proceeded to place the game on my shaking and sweating hands with the same gentleness as that of an angel's kiss. I saluted the old man before bolting back towards my house, however as I began getting away I heard the old man cackling to himself, but I didn't care, I had a game to play. I entered my house with haste, rushed up the stairs, pushed my whore mother out of the way and locked myself in my room. I shut the window's blinds, submerging my room in darkness, I wouldn't allow any distractions during my gaming time. I placed that sucker into my PS2's disk trey, sarted up my PC and smiled with glee as the game began downloading itself into my precious console. I was greeted by the following screen: I knew from the get-go that this would be an experience that I'd forever cherish within my hole-filled brain. The inviting expression of the red gem boy,the homey look of the desert behind him, everything looked perfect. I twiddled my obese thumps around the controller and wiped a big drop sweat from my bushy brow, the game was done downloading. I was immediately thrust into the map, no weapons, however something seemed off. The map was stupidly bright and all the textures looked a bit off. "Maybe the cartridge is a bit dirty" my thoughts thought, not paying it any mind stepped out of the spawn room and was met with a sight that sent a shiver down my spine. All the players that I saw were looking down and soft crying was coming from their mics. I paused, baffled at I was listening and seeing. I crouched down in front of one of them in an attempt to get within his fov to catch his attention. What I saw made me spooked. His eyes were red from the tears that ran down his face. I let out a yelp of fear, immediately sprinted out of the base and entered the woods. The air became charged with a thick feeling of misery, so much so that I considered turning off the game right then and there, but something within me told me to keep going. I began following a dirt path that went through some macabre hills. This all had to be a glitch, I knew so. However the more I walked the bigger the sensation of somebody following me became. I briefly looked over my shoulders only to feel my blood freeze at the mere sight of what was behind me. I wanted to scream but the air wouldn't leave my lungs. That creature noticed that I had noticed that he had noticed my presence and immediately began giving chase, with no time to lose I began running for my gamer life. A few minutes passed and I realized that this creature was gaining up on me. Tears began running down my face, however a glimmer of hope appeared before my wet eyes: two buildings. Could this perhaps be a safe haven? Immediately I directed my character towards the bigger looking construction. As I reached the top I briefly had to catch my irl breath from all that exercise, but as I turned around a scream was finally able to leave my system. But how? How was he able to gain up on me so quickly? My character and I stumbled back in fear, only to feel the edge of the building right behind us. The creature slowly began approaching me, it knew that it had me on its clutches. But I wouldn't let it take me, no sir. I closed my eyes and begged for the forgiveness of my character before I proceeded to jump off the construction. The fall may have lasted mere seconds, but to me it felt like an eternity. As the ground met my character the loud crunching noise of all of his bones breaking reached my virgin ears. My character began screaming, but the screams were very similar to that of a real man in real pain due to a real wound. I said I was sorry once again, a drop of sad drool running down my mouth and hitting the ground on which I sat. As my character's screams began to die down I was met with the following screen: My mouth gaped in shock. A part of me didn't want to do anything because at this point I knew things could only get worse. But what else could I do? I'd gotten so far, I couldn't give up now. I thought of my favorite anime characters, all of them egging me on to click. I decided to listen to them, a decision that I'd immediately regret. An image of the red gem guy began flashing on my screen, but where once was an inviting smile now was replaced by an evil look of evil. Realistic screams began blaring through my speakers and I fell onto the ground. My chest felt heavy, was this what they called a heart attack? Definitely. With what little strength I had left in me I crawled towards my laptop and began typing this story. Please, if anyone reads this, be careful with any games given by kind-looking older men... The End Special thanks to: -My two last brain cells that died during the making of this story.

.... Fuck, you win this time.

I change it quite a bit, but I have this one right now

Good idea "Helping you bust a Garnut since 2015"

Welp, I have a few that I'd like to share, starting with one of my personal favorites: The old IJU crew, god I loved these guys. Look at us, so professional, so graceful, so epic™... Too bad that gracefulness and professionalism can't be seen here: Moving on we have totally legit RU being added to Desert (NOT FAKE!) (GONE WRONG!) (GONE SEXUAL!) (MY WIFE LEFT ME!): That one day where we for some reason got a shit-ton of Afg recruits, just look at those amazing non-minge names: A very friendly meeting between AFG and US in Cafe, no toxic behavior allowed or death by toxic pit: And to finish this we have a representation of RPG vs US: