So you're the leader of the alt-right. Your time has come. Let this be our final battle

>So you're the leader of the alt-right. Your time has come. Let this be our final battle.

What do you do?

Start shuffling my deck and prepare to face down.

N-NANI!!?!

Your mother.

This guy is probably my favourite meme of 2016

*Unsheates Katana*
Nothing personnel kid...

i-is that a ninjitsu stance?

>Chug a flask
>Pop an augment rune
>Get food buff
>PrePot before pull
>Wipe repeatedly for weeks because my guild is composed of autistic fucktards

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Throw some weed at the Degenerate scum. He'll be too lazy to strike.

Unzip my dick.

He'll either be terrified of the raw masculinity or he'll try and blow me, at which point I knee him in the face real hard.

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this can't be real

I sell out to Soros and live in a gated community until I'm 140 at which point I transcend up the tree of life from fucking children to death in the globalist cult. cya later peasants

Please stop making threads about yourself

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>Use your Witcher senses to follow Sven into the cuckshed.

10/10

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>pull out luger
heh,noting personnel kid

Brandish my secret weapon.

An electric shaver, the bane of all nu-males.

Does this guy know he has achieved meme status?

>You fell asleep 85 minutes ago and have now entered REM sleep.
>In your dream you are walking for what seems for ever with reckless abandon in what you assume is a forrest in France during Spring.
>You hear a rustling and an ABHORRENT noise in the distance, some 50m ahead of you and you head towards it.
>As you close the distance, you notice the seasons changing in front of your eyes until alas it arrives and stays stuck on Autumn.
>Leaves begin to fall from the surrounding trees, sparsely at first but quickly evolving into a rapid flurry.
>Ahead of you, a man emerges from a nest of leaves, almost as if he was being born.
>"Ooh how you going there eh? Name's the Inquisitor, fancy a riddle, what say you?" the man sprucely jumps up and asks.
>"No, I thin-"
>"Splendid eh" the Inquisitor interjects.
>You turn to leave but notice your feet are stuck
>You look down at them and they are covered in a viscous layer of maple syrup
>"Oh I don't think your'e going anywhere eh?" the Inquisitor comments

>To the far east the eagle circled ad infinitum. To the south-west the Kangaroo ate a stew, the Jumbuck too he wanted some. In the middle was the father, who sat and watched agreeing, for soon there was a sight to be worth a seeing. The Kangaroo bound off, the Jumbuck soon after, but for the eagle who turned and scoffed "curse you traitorous lot" it quickly dawned upon him, that the stew was not a stew, but a melting pot!"

Not so fast kuffar

He posted this thread, so probably.