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napoleonicass |
Jamal was in for murder. A man had called him the N word and Jamal had killed him for it. Xcom liked that word. He liked the F word even better, but the N word was close behind. Back at the prison he used to stand on the safe side of the glass and say it to Jamal again and again, slow and smiling, watching the big man’s face. The glass kept it safe. The glass made it a game. There was no glass on this island. | ||
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cohopponentbot |
napoleonicass has selected voice : Microsoft Eva(Canada) | ||
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napoleonicass |
!voice 3 | ||
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statementlive |
I can coach u | ||
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pwnstickk |
oh i'm trash, just started playing | ||
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napoleonicass |
Simply and Statement were all right. Xcom trusted them. They had only gone to prison for cheating in the Jeremy Wade Fishing Competition, stuffing lead weights down the gullets of their fish. Xcom figured that was hardly a crime at all. But Jamal was different. | ||
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statementlive |
Chess moron | ||
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pwnstickk |
? | ||
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cohopponentbot |
napoleonicass has selected voice : Microsoft Matilda | ||
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napoleonicass |
!voice 2 | ||
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statementlive |
Pwnstick elo? | ||
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napoleonicass |
Xcom was a fat man now. After ten years of no work the belly had come anyway, soft and round like a woman six months gone. He had taken the prison guard job because the microwave meals were getting too expensive. That was all. He stood beside Simply and looked down at the wreck. He knew some of the prisoners might still be breathing. | ||
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cohopponentbot |
napoleonicass has selected voice : Microsoft James | ||
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napoleonicass |
!voice 1 | ||
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pwnstickk |
cap south ammo | ||
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napoleonicass |
“Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door…” His eyes jerked in nystagmus, ticking left and right with the music that beat loud in his headphones. The world moved in rhythm with the song. He did not care much if anyone was still alive down there. “Quiet,” Xcom said. | ||
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cohopponentbot |
napoleonicass has selected voice : Microsoft David Desktop | ||
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napoleonicass |
!voice 0 | ||
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napoleonicass |
Knock Knock Knocking on Jamal’s Door The plane lay twisted in the trees like a dead thing. Simply stood on the ridge above it, ketamine swimming slow and heavy in his blood. He sang soft, almost under his breath. | ||
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statementlive |
New ac moron | ||
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statementlive |
Use hotkeys moron | ||
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whodahexdatguy |
LUL | ||
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statementlive |
Press V to use speed on ac | ||
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statementlive |
Worst house 2026 | ||
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statementlive |
Wow 1 at gun shot | ||
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statementlive |
I also thought satchel | ||
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statementlive |
Born as an air | ||
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statementlive |
What racial slur did that | ||
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statementlive |
Holy shit | ||
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statementlive |
Did ur own halftrack do that |