Zandronum

^ indeed
< cant resist the urge
V has been already spied by everyone

^ Likes tinky winky
> likes french fries
V Is Tinky Winky

^ Managed to stall this game
< Unstalled the game, hopefully
V Will be the next person to post

^ just lost the game
< isn't thinking about the game
v is confused now

^ i'm always confused
< posting in the worst thread
v is posting in the best thread

↑ does not know his fate
← is... wait, who?
↓ plays ZH

^ What's ZH?
< is smarter than the average bear
v is the fastest mouse in all Mexico

^ Loves Moms Spaghetti
< Eats Moms Spaghetti
V Eats Moms Spaghetti

^ Is moms spaghetti
< Have actually never had spaghetti
V Should convince SyKoTiC that moms spaghetti is getting old

^ Should shut the hell up and accept Moms spaghetti as the only truth.
< Knows what's up regarding Moms spaghetti.
v Is a filthy commoner who doesn't know what's up.

 ↑ is gay
← is gay
 ↓ is gay

^you wish
< is the best
v has a horrible avatar

^ Told the real only truth here
< Use a shirry recolor of a doom texture as avatar, and should get a new one
V Agrees

↑ Should get a new av for sure.
←Not gay.
↓ Totally gay tho.

↑ Is getting old
← Is wasting time posting here
↓ Will die in 36 hours

^Loves Moms Spaghetti
< Eats Moms Spaghetti
V Is Moms Spaghetti

^ Not funny anymore.
< Never was funny.
V Really funny.

^ I know.
< One funny fucker.
v No sense of humor whatsoever.

 ↑ I don’t give a fuck who you are or where you live. You can count on me to be there to bring your fucking life to a hellish end. I’ll put you in so much fucking pain that it’ll make Jesus being nailed to a cross in the desert look like a fucking back massage on a tropical island. I don’t give a fuck how many reps you have or how tough you are IRL, how well you can fight, or how many fucking guns you own to protect yourself. I’ll fucking show up at your house when you aren’t home. I’ll turn all the lights on in your house, leave all the water running, open your fridge door and not close it, and turn your gas stove burners on and let them waste gas. You’re going to start stressing the fuck out, your blood pressure will triple, and you’ll have a fucking heart attack. You’ll go to the hospital for a heart operation, and the last thing you’ll see when you’re being put under in the operating room is me hovering above you, dressed like a doctor. When you wake up after being operated on, wondering what ticking time bomb is in your chest waiting to go off. You’ll recover fully from your heart surgery. And when you walk out the front door of the hospital to go home I’ll run you over with my fucking car out of no where and kill you. I just want you to know how easily I could fucking destroy your pathetic excuse of a life, but how I’d rather go to a great fuckng length to make sure your last remaining days are spent in a living, breathing fucking hell. It’s too late to save yourself, but don’t bother committing suicide either… I’ll fucking resuscitate you and kill you again myself you bitch-faced phaggot. Welcome to hell, population: you
← has over 300 confirmed kills by the US Navy SEALs and is a master of gorilla warfare
 ↓ should give me money

^ Won the prize of moms spaghetti
< Thinks moms spaghetti is the way of the future, dude.
V Is moms spaghetti