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fireball933 |
XcomReborn was a man who lived and breathed the strategy game, Company of Heroes. He had been playing it for many years, mastering every unit and tactic with ease. But as time passed, he began to struggle against low-level players. What was once a 15-minute affair was now taking him up to an hour. He couldn't understand why he was getting worse at the game he loved so much. | ||
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fireball933 |
have you heard of aimbot? | ||
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fireball933 |
16 months WutFace | ||
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fireball933 |
is that donald trump? | ||
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fireball933 |
@XcomReborn can you talk about deep fakes? | ||
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fireball933 |
mack hacking? cmonBruh | ||
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fireball933 |
Oh Statement, with countenance so queer, A visage like the fish, the Zander clear. His eyes so bright and lips so thin, A smile that could make merry mortal grin. | ||
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fireball933 |
But women were a mystery, a puzzle to unlock, With every step he'd take, he found his heart a-knock. For women, they seemed cold, and ever hard to reach, And so he lived in loneliness, with none beside to teach. | ||
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fireball933 |
Once in fair Britannia lived a man named XcomReborn, Of middle age, unemployed, his spirit quite forlorn. He sought solace in the arts, and cooking most of all, With microwave meals his favorite, their taste he'd oft recall. | ||
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fireball933 |
1 hour professor lecture NotLikeThis | ||
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fireball933 |
But what if the robots get sick and tired of being human's slaves? cmonBruh | ||
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fireball933 |
@XcomReborn can i spend my credits on onlyfans? | ||
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fireball933 |
@XcomReborn then how do i make money? cmonBruh | ||
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@XcomReborn Bro I'm very afraid a robot will steal my job. One of the senior engineers at my work said the robots are going to replace our jobs NotLikeThis | ||
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fireball933 |
big bro you here? | ||
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fireball933 |
Once there was a man named Aveator. He was known for his indecisiveness, always on the fence about making a decision. He would spend hours, sometimes even days, weighing the pros and cons of every situation, never fully committing to one course of action. | ||
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fireball933 |
fan fiction GBT LUL | ||
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fireball933 |
Through their friendship, XcomReborn learned that his fear of Jamal was rooted in prejudice and racism, and he made a commitment to himself to change his ways. He understood that everyone deserves to be treated with kindness and respect, regardless of their race. He also learned that Jamal was a tech enthusiast and avid gamer, and they even started playing video games together, bonding over their shared interests. | ||
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fireball933 |
XcomReborn turned around and saw that Jamal was just a friendly and normal person, and his fear was unfounded. He was ashamed of his behavior and apologized for avoiding him. Jamal forgave him and they even became friends over time. | ||
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fireball933 |
@10bag aveator AI | ||
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fireball933 |
But Jamal noticed XcomReborn's sudden change of direction and called out to him. \"Hey man, is everything okay? You look like you've seen a ghost,\" he said. | ||
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fireball933 |
One day, XcomReborn was walking home from work when he saw Jamal approaching him. His heart began to race and he felt like he was going to be sick. He quickly turned around and started walking in the opposite direction. | ||
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fireball933 |
XcomReborn had never spoken to Jamal, but he would always feel uneasy whenever he saw him. He would avoid walking on the same street as Jamal, and would even cross the road to avoid passing by him. He couldn't explain why he felt this way, but he just knew that he didn't want anything to do with him. | ||
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fireball933 |
Once there was a middle-aged British white man named XcomReborn. He lived a comfortable life in a small town in England, but he had one fear that he couldn't shake off. His fear was of a young black man named Jamal who lived in his town. | ||
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fireball933 |
In the end, Xcom's love for microwave meals proved to be his downfall. But even as he lay on his deathbed, surrounded by his family and friends, he couldn't help but smile as he thought about all the delicious meals he had enjoyed over the years. | ||
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fireball933 |
As the years went by, Xcom's waistline began to expand and his health began to decline. His doctor warned him about the dangers of consuming too many processed foods, but Xcom could not give up his beloved microwave meals. | ||
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fireball933 |
Despite the teasing, Xcom could not be swayed from his love of microwave meals. He found comfort in the convenience and consistency they provided. He knew exactly what he was getting with every meal, and he never had to worry about any surprises. | ||
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fireball933 |
Xcom's love for microwave meals was not limited to dinner time. He often found himself craving a quick and easy lunch, and would often heat up a burrito or a bowl of soup. He even went as far as to bring his own microwave meals to work, much to the amusement of his colleagues. | ||
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fireball933 |
Every day, after a long day at work, Xcom would come home and head straight to the kitchen. He would carefully peruse his collection of microwaveable meals, trying to decide which one to have for dinner. Some days, he would opt for a classic frozen pizza. Other days, he would choose a hearty lasagna or a savory pot pie. No matter what he chose, Xcom always felt a sense of satisfaction as he placed his meal in the microwave and waited for it to cook. | ||
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fireball933 |
Once upon a time, there was a middle-aged white man named Xcom. Xcom was a simple man with simple tastes. He loved nothing more than a good microwave meal. |
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