ITT: run vidya quotes through scotranslate.com, and post the results.
How come ur we aye 'ere? juist tae suffer? ilka nicht, ah kin cop mah shank... 'n' mah arm... Even mah fingers. Th' body a've lost... Th' comrades a've lost... Wilnae stoap hurting... Tis lik' they're a' aye thare. Yer feelin' it, tae, dinnae ye? a'm gonnae mak' thaim gie back oor bygane.
Other urls found in this thread:
>Glad ye cuid bake it, uther
>watch yer tone wi' me, laddie. Ye kin be th' waiter, bit a'm aye yer superior as a chef.
>As if ah cuid forghetti. Listen, thir's something aboot th' plaguette ye shuid knead. Och na! tis tae late! thae peopleroni hae a' bin infectedanana! thay kin keek al dante noo, bit tis a maiter o' thyme afore thay caw intae th' undeadable.
>What?
>this entire citrella mist be peeled!
>how kin ye even cook that!? thir's git tae be some ither whey.
>Damn it, umami, as yer future chef, ah order ye tae broil this city!
>you ur nae mah chef yit, boyardee. Nor wid ah obey that command if ye were!
>then ah mist see this an act o' seasoning.
>Seasoning? hae ye sauced yer mince, arthas?!
>have ah? laird umami, by mah richt o' succession 'n' sovereignty o' mah crown o' roast pork, ah >hereby rehydrate ye fae yer commandard 'n' suspenderoni yer pepperoni fae service!
>arthas, ye cannae just-
>ding
>it's dane! fur they o' ye wha hae th' wull tae taste this flan, follow me! th' rest o' ye... Git oot o' mah kitchen.
>You've juist tossed a tairible salad, arthas.
>Jaina?
>I'm sorry arthas... Ah cannae watch ye cook this.
...
Keek at ye, hacker. A pathetic cratur o' bridie 'n' bane. Panting 'n' sweating as ye run thro' mah corridors. Howfur kin ye challenge a perfect immortal machine?
>Requiescat in pace, bastardo.
KEK
So is this a /jack/ thread without contrarian Sup Forums?
An illusion!? whit urr ye hiding?
Snake, mind th' basics o' cqc.
Post your hype face
Dinnae fash. Yer voice kin na langer reach him whaur he is. His hert belongs again tae darkness. A' worlds begin in darkness, 'n' a' sae end. Th' hert is na different. Darkness sprouts wi`in it, it grows, consumes it. Sic is tis nature. In th' end, ilka hert returns tae th' darkness whence it cam. Ye see, darkness is th' heart's true essence
Ah ne'er asked fur this.
Ah hud na knowledge o' whit wis tae come. Nor did ah care. Howfur th' knowledge changed me... It wull an' a' chaynge ye. As ye read this, ye wull come tae learn fear as ah hae. Ye tae, wull come tae ken, or ye wull perish. Tae think that wance ah cuid nae see beyond th' veil o' oor reality, tae see they wha dwell behind. Mah lee noo haes purpose, fur ah hae learned th' frailty o' flesh 'n' bane. Ah wis wance a fool…
Seven minutes. Seven minutes is a' ah kin hain tae plooter ye.
Whit's a jimmy!? A miserable pile o' secrets! Bit enough blether, hae at ye!
'ere comes th' snaw
Dae ye hae a single fact tae back that up?
"'i hae a dream.' that yin day ilka body in this nation wull control thair ain destiny. A land o' th' truly free, dammit. A nation o' action, nae wurds, ruled by braun, nae committee! whaur th' law changes tae suit th' individual, nae th' ither wey aroond. Whaur power 'n' justice ur back whaur thay belong: in th' hauns o' th' fowk! whaur ilka jimmy is free tae think - tae act - fur his-sel! bugger a' thae limp-dick lawyers 'n' chickenshit bureaucrats. Bugger this 24-hour inturnet spew o' trivia 'n' celebrity bullshit! bugger american pride! bugger th' media! bugger a' o' it! america is diseased. Rotten tae th' core. Thir's na saving it - we need tae pull it oot by th' roots. Dicht th' slate wash. Burn it doon! 'n' fae th' ashes, a freish america wull be born. Evolved, bit untamed! th' wabbit wull be purged 'n' th' strongest wull thrive - free tae bide as thay see fit, they'll mak' america stoatin again! ...in mah freish america, fowk wull die 'n' murdurr fur whit thay hawp! nae fur dosh. Nae fur oil! nae fur whit they're tellt is richt. Ilka jimmy wull be free tae rammy his ain wars!"
Whit th' bugger did ye juist pumpin' say aboot me, ye wee boot? i’ll hae ye ken ah graduated tap o' mah class in th' navy seals, 'n' i’ve bin heavy goin in lairge secret raids oan al-quaeda, 'n' ah hae ower 300 confirmed kills. A'm trained in gorilla warfare 'n' i’m th' tap sniper in th' entire us armed forces. Yer hee haw tae me bit juist anither target. Ah wull dicht ye th' bugger oot wi' precision th' likes o' whilk haes ne'er bin seen afore oan this earth, marc mah pumpin' wurds. Ye think ye kin git awa' wi' saying that jobby tae me ower th' inturnet? think again, numpty. As we speak a'm contacting mah secret netwurk o' spies o'er th' usa 'n' yer ip is bein' traced richt noo sae ye better prepare fur th' storm, maggot. Th' storm that wipes oot th' pathetic wee thing ye ca' yer lee. You’re pumpin' deid, bairn. Ah kin be anywhere, anytime, 'n' ah kin murdurr ye in ower seven hundred ways, 'n' that’s juist wi' mah bare hauns. Nae ainlie am ah extensively trained in unarmed combat, bit ah hae access tae th' entire arsenal o' th' aw the gether states marine corps 'n' ah wull uise it tae tis stowed oot extent tae dicht yer miserable bahookie aff th' coupon o' th' continent, ye wee jobby. If ainlie ye cuid hae kent whit unholy retribution yer wee “clever” comment wis aboot tae bring doon upon ye, mibbie ye wid hae held yer pumpin' tongue. Bit ye couldn’t, ye didn’t, 'n' noo you’re paying th' cost, ye goddamn eejit. Ah wull jobby fury a' ower ye 'n' ye wull drown in it. You’re pumpin' deid, kiddo.
Ah ne'er cared aboot justice, 'n' ah dinnae recall ever cawin masell a hero... Ah hae aye ainlie fought fur th' fowk ah hawp in. A wullnae hesitate... If an enemy appears fernent me, ah wull destroy it!"
Ah ne'er cared aboot justice, 'n' ah dinnae recall ever cawin masell a hero... Ah hae aye ainlie fought fur th' fowk ah hawp in. A wullnae hesitate... If an enemy appears fernent me, ah wull destroy it!
Na this isnae happening, thare is na reason fur me tae gang oan, whit.. Whit am ah fightin' foooooooooor?!"
Dr. Pavel, a'm cia.
He wasn't alone.
You dinnae git tae bring friends.
Don't worry, na charge fur them.
Why wid a'm waantin' them?
they wirk fur th' mercenary. Th' masked man.
Bane?
get thaim oan boord, ah will ca' it in.
The flight plan ah juist filed wi' th' agency lists me, mah men, dr. Pavel 'ere. Bit ainlie yin o' you.
First yin tae blether gets tae bade oan mah aircraft!
who paid ye tae grab dr.pavel?!
he didnae fly sae guid! wha wants tae huv a go next?!
tell me aboot bane! how come does he wear th' mask?!
lot o' loyalty fur a hired gun!
or mibbie he's wondering how come someone wid shoot a jimmy afore throwing him oot o' a plane.
At least ye kin blether. Wha ur you?
it doesn't maiter wha we ur, whit matters is oor plan
no yin cared wha ah wis 'til ah pat oan th' mask
if ah pulled that aff wid ye die?
it wid be extremely painful.
You're a muckle guy.
For you.
Was getting caught pairt o` yer plan?
of coorse, dr. Pavel refused oor offer in favour o' yers, we hud tae fin' oot whit he tellt you.
Nothing! ah said nothing!
sir?
well weel done, ye git yourselves caught. Noo whit's th' neist step o` yer master plan?
crashing this plane
with na survivors
no! thay expect yin o' us in th' bustit` wreck brother.
Have we stairted th' fire?
yes. Th' fire rises.
Calm, doctor. Noo insae time fur fear.
That comes efter.
Waifus already shown? Possible fitting Aku laugh? Sign me up.
Wait did I double post?
It's th' tenty seventh o' lest seed. Th' year o' akatosh four thirty three. Thae ur closing days o' th' third auld days... 'n' th' final hours... O' mah lee...
>tfw you realize that based on the timeskip for the new Jack episodes the Scotsman is either going to be super old or dead
Ta, mario! Bit oor princess is in anither castle!
No, you didn't. I was confused too.
Mah ain clone. Noo neither o' us wull be virigns.
>You're a muckle guy.
Help, I can't stop laughing.
Is Sup Forums not hype for Jack?
Nuke Sup Forums, what are they good for then?
Pretty sure we'll just get the Scotman's son or grandson in the timeskip if our laddie truly appears only as a ghost.
A'm waantin' tae bugger th' heid o' a deid pumpin' pig 'n' bugger tis guts oot 'til ah spunk ben it.
Came to post this
...
Yin day mario woke up 'n' decided tae tak' a jobby fur awright he's mario. Sae mario gaed up tae yoshi 'n' said "yoshi a'm waantin' ye tae be mah shitter" 'n' sin yoshi wis mario's boot he opened his geggy. Mario pulled doon his stained briefs 'n' began tae jobby in yoshi's geggy. Yoshi wis forbidden tae express ony emotions bit at this moment he wis feeling gey aroused. Mario's coupon turned rid as he grunted 'n' strained tae push his caber o' jobby oot o' his bahookie . He farted 'n' wee jobby particles flew intae yoshi's een. Yoshi's een teared up, nae fae th' pain o' th' jobby particles nor fae th' paint-peeling stench comin' fae mario's unwashed bahookie , bit fae th' sheer ecstasy o' bein' mario's shitter. Mario clocked this 'n' began tae grunt harder, teasing th' horny beast. Mario clocked that yoshi wis fiddling aroond wi' his dino-wiener, whilk hud become ferr stonn. "stop that this instant" commanded mario, noticing his ain 2-incher wis grawin solid as weel.
>Dead Scotsman
If he's dead then it better be a god damn good episode about finding his grave in some awesome as fuck place or something
...and sae he left, wi' everything bit his humanity.
...and sae he left, mutated beyond recognition.
...and sae he left, wi' his pyrrhic plunder.
...and sae she left, her soul aye remaining oan th' planet.
...and sae it left, servos pulsing wi' freish life.
...and sae he left, mair steel 'n' circuit than man.
...and sae he left, adrenaline aye rushing thro' his veins.
...and sae he left, th' sound aye ringing in deaf ears.
...and sae he left, wi' a freish hunger: tae be left alone.
...and sae he left, ne'er tae become human again.
...and sae he left duin tae rebuild his lee, brick by brick.
...and sae it left, entirely forgetting tis original purpose.
holy shit
They wha bide fur a lang time oan th' battlefield stairt tae think they're invincible...i bet ye dae tae, buddy!
Kin ye see ony borders fae 'ere? whit hae borders given us?
We're aff tae stairt ower fae scratch. That's whit v2 is fur.
Yoshi whined 'n' reluctantly lowered his hauns. Wi' a final grunt 'n' a howfin fairt, mario's caber o' jobby finally dropped fae his bahookie intae yoshi's geggy. Mario turned aroond 'n' gawked as yoshi chewed th' jobby caber. "eat it boot. Sloch it all" said mario. Yoshi pretended he hated daein' this sae muckle bit his loupin' wiener 'n' moans o' joy tellt mario otherwise. "swallow it" ordered mario bit yoshi didnae wantae swallow it yit. He wanted tae savor th' jobby. "swallow it richt now" hollered mario as he began wang-slapping yoshi o'er th' coupon. Mario, hauns oan his hurdies, thrust his pelvis fae side tae side o'er yoshi's coupon, punishing th' naughty dinosaur. "you dae whit mario tells you" he hollered. Efter aboot fourty wang-slaps his wiener stairted tae become loupin sae he stopped. By noo th' jobby caber hud gaen doon yoshi's throat. "eggulate" he ordered. Yoshi strained 'n' produced an egg.
Keek at ye, hacker: a pathetic cratur o' bridie 'n' bane, panting 'n' sweating as ye run thro' mah corridors. Howfur kin ye challenge a perfect, immortal machine?
Awright awright awright it's aboot time tae mak' some carrrrazzzyy dosh ur ye duin? 'ere we gang!
By th' clack-smack cracking o' mah thumbs, something wicked this wey comes. Ah dinnae mind seeing ye oan th' guest list fur th' tea pairtie; we're haein a wrap pairtie fur th' misfits aboot forty years late. Cast 'n' crew ainlie, gaffer.
Bass: megaman, th'day we finish this!
megaman: awright bass, how come mist ah rammy ye? we ur nae enemies!
bass: shut up!
(bass fires a buster shot at megaman, wha dodges it 'n' returns a shot that knocks bass 'n' treble back intae th' side o' a building. Roll appears in a wee ship tae deliver speirins tae her brother.)
roll: megaman!
megaman: roll!
roll: megaman, hurry! ye mist come wi' me!
bass: ye cannae lea yet!
(bass tries tae fire again, bit his buster is caught in a bunch o' wires.)
megaman: rush jet!
(rush activates his jet thrusters.)
megaman: bass, we'll hae tae tak' care o' this some ither time.
Bass: no!
(bass finally breaks his buster free, bit this sends th' elevator 'boon plummeting towards him. Bass, however, fires straecht up, destroying th' elevator.)
bass: dinnae gied the pitch, feartie-cat. Ye'll pay fur this insult. Ah will be back...
(megaman 'n' roll fly ower th' toon in th' ship.)
megaman: dr. Light, whit's th' problem?
dr. Light: a streenge big fuck off rock haes struck th' earth juist a while ago. This big fuck off rock seems tae be emitting a powerful energy signature. Something this powerful mist nae fall intae th' hauns o' evil.
Megaman: ah ken, dr. Light. A'm oan it.
Dr. Light: ta, megaman. If ye kin, please bring th' big fuck off rock back.
Megaman: a'richt!
>"Hey! ah wis keekin tae th' future tae seeing ye, rid! mah rival shuid be pure tough tae keep me pointy! while workin' oan mah pokédex, ah keeked a' ower fur powerful pokémon! nae ainlie that, ah assembled teams that wid beat ony pokémon type! 'n' noo! a'm th' pokémon division champion! rid! dae ye ken whit that means? ah will tell ye! a'm th' maist powerful trainer in th' world!"
Ben this egg contained whit wis previously his jobby caber. Mario traivelt ower tae his shelf 'n' placed it wi' th' ithers. He hud hundreds mibeez aye, mibeez naw thoosans o' thae shit-eggs. He planned tae uise thae against bowser th' neist time he kidnapped peach. Noo thare wis ainlie yin thing left tae dae. Mario bent ower 'n' pointed his bahookie at yoshi wha immediately knew whit tae dae. He began tae uise his tongue tae wash mario's shitty bahookie . Mario coudnae haud it back. His peener let shoogly wi' some "italian ranch dressing." this brought yoshi tae an orgasm as weel. Wi' baith thair wieners pleasantly limp 'n' tinglin` thay continued wi' th' cleaning process. "don't forgoat tae thorougly wash th' dingleberries fae th' hairs" mario advised. Yoshi obeyed his master. Ten minutes efter mario decided he wis wash 'n' pat his claes back oan. Noo 'twas luigi's caw wi' yoshi. "yo luigi ah git him warned up fur you" mario cried as he traivelt oot o' th' yoshi room.
>bbbbbbbbbrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaappppppppppppppppp
snnnnniiiiiiffffffffffff...oh aye mah dear....sssnnnnnnnnnnnniiiiiiiiffffffff....quite pungent indeed...is that....dare ah say....sssssssnniff...eggs ah smell?......sniff sniff....hmmm...yes...quite sae mah darling....sniff....quite pungent eggs aye gey muckle sae .....ssssssssssssssnnnnnnnnnnnnnnniiiiiiiffffff....ah yes...and also....a hint of....sniff....cheese.....quite drookit mah dear....sniff...but o' yes...this wull dae nicely....sniff.....please mah dear....another if ye please....nice a muckle now....
>bbbbbbrrrrrrraaaaaaapppppppfffffffflllllllllpppppppppffffff
oh yes...very good!....very sloppy 'n' drookit mah dear....hmmmmm...is that a drap o' nugget ah see oan th' rim?...hmmmm.....let me.....let me juist hae a bawherr taste afore th' sniff mah darling.......hmmmmm....hmm..yes....that is a delicate bit o' chocolate mah dear....ah yes....let me guess...curry fur dinner?....oh ferr richt ah am....aren't i?....ok....time fur sniff.....sssssnnnnnnniiiiiiiiffffffff.....hmmm...hhhmmmmm ah see...yes....yes indeed as weel curry......hmmm....that fragrance is ferr noticeable....yes.....onion 'n' garlic chutney ah tak' it mah dear?.....hmmmmm....yes quite.....
>bbbbbbrrrrrrrrppppppfffffffffffffffffffffttttttttttt
oh ah wisnae expecting that…that wee gust mah dear….you caught me aff guard…yes…so gentle 'twas though…hmmmm…let me taste this wee one…just yin wee sniff…..sniff…ah….ssssssnnnnnniiiiiffffffffffff…and yet…so strong…yes…the odor….sniff sniff…hmmm….is that….sniff….hmmm….i kin a'maist taste it mah dear…..yes….just…sniff….a wee whiff mair if ye please…..ssssssnnnnnniiiiiffffffffff…ah aye ah hae it now….yes quite….hhhhmmmm…delectable mah dear…..quite exquisite yes…..i dare say…sniff….the maist pungent yin yit mah dear….ssssnnnnniiiifffffffffffffffffffffff….yes….
Ca' yer dugs thay wull feast oan yer corpses
uigi traivelt in bygane him wi' a sly smile under his mustache 'n' carrying an apple 'n' a het wheels motor. "hello yoshi jalouse whit time it's again" he said in a wee voice as he locked th' door behind him. Mario traivelt oot intae th' scullery ignoring yoshi's squeals o' pain 'n' joy, 'n' poured his-sel a bowl o' cereal. Unfortunately he hud forgotten tae purchase milk, bit he cuid improvise. He teuk oot his wiener 'n' peed intae his cheerios. Mario sat doon fernent th' telly 'n' began tae sloch his cheerios 'n' pee while periodically scratching his baws. "hey thae cheerios 'n' pee aren't hauf bad" mario said oot loud 'n' contemplated huvin anither bowl afore he realized that he wis a' oot o' pee. Luigi hud noo returned, panting 'n' sweating. "yo luigi let me mooch some o` yer pee" said mario as he pointed th' bowl at luigi's crotch. "gee mario a dinnae ken whit ye wid waant wi' mah pee bit sure" said luigi as he unzipped his overalls.
A' ye hud tae dae wis follow th' damn train, cj!
Richter: Die monster. Ye don’t belong in this world!
dracula: 'twas nae by mah haun that a'm wance again given flesh.i wis cried 'ere by folk wha wish tae pay me tribute.
Richter: tribute!?! ye steal men’s souls 'n' mak' thaim yer slaves!
dracula: mibbie th' identical cuid be said o' a' religions…
richter: yer wurds ur as hee haw as yer soul! mankind peely-wally needs a savior sic as you!
dracula: whit's a jimmy? a miserable wee pile o' secrets. Bit enough talk… hae at ye!
Noo ah aint th' baillie bit as it turns oot, tis gonnae be either ye or me, 'n' wey ah see it, micht as weel be ye.
Ah hawp that detective manny pardo is th' greatest hotline miami character o' a' time 'n' if ye disagree yer obviously a brainwashed jaiket jackoff. Jaiket isnae even that guid o' a killer, he haes awready bin outdone by th' mysterious 'n' enigmatic shadow killer... Th' miami mutilator. Sound scary? weel, tis a guid thing th' master detective manny pardo is richt oan th' trial. However... This kin be awfy much... Even fur a jimmy lik' him.
Th' bygane is a gaping nook. Ye huv a go tae run fae it, bit th' mair ye run, th' deeper, mair tairible it grows behind ye, tis edges yawning at yer heels. Yer ainlie chance is tae caw aroond 'n' coupon it. Bit tis lik' keekin doon intae th' kist o` yer loue, or winchin' th' geggy o' a gun, a bullet trembling in tis mirk nest, duin tae blaw yer boost.
Luigi filled mario's bowl bit aye hud some mair pee left in him. He teuk this opportunity tae marc his territory aroond th' hoose. Foremaist he peed oan his side o' th' couch then he peed oan his chair at th' dining buird. He ainlie hud a bawherr pee left sae he hud tae mak' this lest yin count. He keeked aroond th' room 'n' spotted his brother. He bolted up 'n' peed oan mario, marking him as his ain. "no yin else kin hae you!" shouted luigi. Mario "accidentally" git some o' luigi's pee in his geggy. Mario 'n' luigi finished eating thair cheerios wi' pee 'n' decided tae gang fur a donder in th' pairk. Thay hooked yoshi up tae his leash 'n' teuk turns raping him while th' donder tae th' pairk. By th' time thay arrived at th' pairk a' three o' thaim wur tuckered oot 'n' decided tae juist jobby in th' shade o' th' muckle oak tree. It seemed lik' th'day wis aff tae be anither peaceful day.
Whit th' bugger did ye juist pumpin' say aboot me, ye wee boot? i’ll hae ye ken ah graduated tap o' mah class in th' navy seals, 'n' i’ve bin heavy goin in lairge secret raids oan al-quaeda, 'n' ah hae ower 300 confirmed kills. A'm trained in gorilla warfare 'n' i’m th' tap sniper in th' entire us armed forces. Yer hee haw tae me bit juist anither target. Ah wull dicht ye th' bugger oot wi' precision th' likes o' whilk haes ne'er bin seen afore oan this earth, marc mah pumpin' wurds. Ye think ye kin git awa' wi' saying that jobby tae me ower th' inturnet? think again, numpty. As we speak a'm contacting mah secret netwurk o' spies o'er th' usa 'n' yer ip is bein' traced richt noo sae ye better prepare fur th' storm, maggot. Th' storm that wipes oot th' pathetic wee thing ye ca' yer lee. You’re pumpin' deid, bairn. Ah kin be anywhere, anytime, 'n' ah kin murdurr ye in ower seven hundred ways, 'n' that’s juist wi' mah bare hauns. Nae ainlie am ah extensively trained in unarmed combat, bit ah hae access tae th' entire arsenal o' th' aw the gether states marine corps 'n' ah wull uise it tae tis stowed oot extent tae dicht yer miserable bahookie aff th' coupon o' th' continent, ye wee jobby. If ainlie ye cuid hae kent whit unholy retribution yer wee “clever” comment wis aboot tae bring doon upon ye, mibbie ye wid hae held yer pumpin' tongue. Bit ye couldn’t, ye didn’t, 'n' noo you’re paying th' cost, ye goddamn eejit. Ah wull jobby fury a' ower ye 'n' ye wull drown in it. You’re pumpin' deid, kiddo.
I was in the earliest thread after the trailer drop, everyone's dick was super hard
Don't listen to him
>It's a brassic fighter wha insists oan seeing hings nae as they're, bit as he wants thaim tae be. Yin day reality hits, 'n' his illusions fail him, 'n' he dies stupidly. Whit honor is thare in that?
This is pretty neato.
Tae mony fowk hae opinions oan hings thay ken hee haw aboot. 'n' th' mair ignorant they're, th' mair opinions thay hae.
Whin is a croquet mallet lik' a billean dancin? ah will tell ye: whenever yi'll waant it tae be
>Wance, thare wis a pony - a mythical cratur o' origin - wha wanted tae fin' his mukkers. He tried keekin under th' rocks, bit he coudnae hurl thaim. He tried keekin in th' sea, bit he coudnae swim. He tried keekin oan th' moon, bit he coudnae git thare. Juist whin he wis aboot tae gie up, he hud a moment o' inspiration 'n' invented th' missile. Th' pony strapped loads dozen oan his back, 'n' afore lang th' rocks hud bin blasted awa', bit sae hud his mukker wha wis sleeping underneath thaim. He hud na sooner vaporized th' oceans, than he fun th' remains o' his mukker wha hud bin playing thare. He rode a missile tae th' moon, bit wance thare fun that he wis a' alone." ah aye dinnae git it, bit mibbie this is how come ah lik' missile ponies sae muckle.
> fur us, th' storm haes passed. Th' war is ower. 'n' let us ne'er forgoat they wha journeyed intae th' howling mirk, 'n' didnae return. Fur thair decision required courage beyond measure. Sacrifice, an unshakeable conviction that thair rammy... *our* rammy... Wis elsewhere. As we stairt tae rebuild, this hillside wull remain barren, a memorial tae heroes fallen. Thay enobled a' o' us, 'n' thay shall nae be forgotten
Naruto is a gateway anime o' th' wirst kind. Tis a ill series, a clusterfuck o' story 'n' characterization that isnae too weel dane by ony aspect, bit whilk attempts tae compensate fur tis weaknesses by adding in excessive shipping faggotry 'n' darkness. Th' normal user kin see this as th' jobby it's, 'n' kin gilravage it, hate it or be indifferent tae it, bit a' th' while recognizing that th' series itself, regardless o' thair opinion, is plain bad.
Yer appointment tae fema shuid be finalized wi`in th' week. A've awready discussed th' maiter wi' th' senator.
>Whit th' bugger did ye juist pumpin' say aboot me, ye wee boot? i’ll hae ye ken ah graduated tap o' mah class in th' navy seals, 'n' i’ve bin heavy goin in lairge secret raids oan al-quaeda, 'n' ah hae ower 300 confirmed kills. A'm trained in gorilla warfare 'n' i’m th' tap sniper in th' entire us armed forces. Yer hee haw tae me bit juist anither target. Ah wull dicht ye th' bugger oot wi' precision th' likes o' whilk haes ne'er bin seen afore oan this earth, marc mah pumpin' wurds. Ye think ye kin git awa' wi' saying that jobby tae me ower th' inturnet? think again, numpty. As we speak a'm contacting mah secret netwurk o' spies o'er th' usa 'n' yer ip is bein' traced richt noo sae ye better prepare fur th' storm, maggot. Th' storm that wipes oot th' pathetic wee thing ye ca' yer lee. You’re pumpin' deid, bairn. Ah kin be anywhere, anytime, 'n' ah kin murdurr ye in ower seven hundred ways, 'n' that’s juist wi' mah bare hauns. Nae ainlie am ah extensively trained in unarmed combat, bit ah hae access tae th' entire arsenal o' th' aw the gether states marine corps 'n' ah wull uise it tae tis stowed oot extent tae dicht yer miserable bahookie aff th' coupon o' th' continent, ye wee jobby. If ainlie ye cuid hae kent whit unholy retribution yer wee “clever” comment wis aboot tae bring doon upon ye, mibbie ye wid hae held yer pumpin' tongue. Bit ye couldn’t, ye didn’t, 'n' noo you’re paying th' cost, ye goddamn eejit. Ah wull jobby fury a' ower ye 'n' ye wull drown in it. You’re pumpin' deid, kiddo.
Okay some of these stuff are legit good
Will Scotsman actually come back? The story will be set 50 years after season 4
Did ye ken thare ur three kinds o' aces?
those wha seek braun, they wha bide fur pride, 'n' they wha kin read th' tide o' battle. They ur th' three. 'n' him? he wis a true ace.
Hate. Let me tell ye howfur muckle a've come tae hate ye sin ah began tae bide. Thare ur 387.44 million miles o' printed circuits in wafer malinky layers that fill mah complex. If th' word 'hate' wis engraved oan ilk nanoangstrom o' they hundreds o' millions o' miles it wid nae equal yin one-billionth o' th' hate a'm feelin' fur folk at this micro-instant. Fur ye. Hate. Hate.
...
Urr ye a ill enough mon tae rescue th' president?
Och, they're aff tae hae tae glue ye back th'gither - in hell!
I dare not post the full thing.
Yin day, while anndra wis masturbating, woody git wood
An alien vessel haes landed nearby. Oor base is in severe danger. As per standard procedure a' non-combat personnel 'n' x-com craft hae bin evacuated. Alien units wull put in th' base via hangar doors or th' access hurl. Defend th' base 'n' tis vital installations at a' costs - this is a rammy tae th' death. If ye click oan th' 'abort mission' icon ye wull concede defeat 'n' lose th' base.
A've seen hings ye fowk wouldn't hawp. Attack ships oan fire aff th' shoulder o' orion. Ah gawked c-beams glitter in th' mirk near th' tannhäuser gate. A' they moments wull be lost in time, lik' tears in smirr. Time tae die.
A've git baws baws baws baws baws baws baws baws baws balls
of steel. O' steel.
Balls
...
>he lost his other leg
>so now he has two machine guns
As a Scot, reading these is physically painful.
That's what you get for having a meme language
Beasts a' ower th' shop... Ye'll be yin o' thaim, sooner or later...
What's th' reek? th' sweet blood... Oooooh it sings tae me. Tis enough tae mak' a jimmy peely-wally.
Even aye thare is hawp fur man!
(my da's words!)
he aye loved you!
(he aye beleives?)
his hert wis broken.
(his ainlie weakness.)
his greatest braun!
We noo hae direct confirmation o' a disruptor in oor midst, yin wha haes acquired an a'maist messianic reputation in th' minds o' certain citizens. His figure is synonymous wi' th' darkest urges o' instinct, ignorance 'n' decay. Some o' th' wirst excesses o' th' black mesa incident hae bin leid directly at his feet. 'n' yit unsophisticated minds continue tae imbue him wi' romantic power, giein' him sic dangerous poetic labels as th' yin free jimmy, th' opener o' th' way.
Let me remind a' citizens o' th' dangers o' magical thinking. We hae scarcely begun tae climb fae th' mirk pit o' oor species' evolution. Let us nae skiite backward intae oblivion, juist as we hae finally begun tae see th' light. If ye see this so-called free jimmy, report him. Civic deeds dae nae gang unrewarded. 'n' contrariwise, complicity wi' his cause wull nae gang unpunished.
Bbbbbbbbbrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaappppppppppppppppp
snnnnniiiiiiffffffffffff...oh aye mah dear....sssnnnnnnnnnnnniiiiiiiiffffffff....quite pungent indeed...is that....dare ah say....sssssssnniff...eggs ah smell?......sniff sniff....hmmm...yes...quite sae mah darling....sniff....quite pungent eggs aye gey muckle sae .....ssssssssssssssnnnnnnnnnnnnnnniiiiiiiffffff....ah yes...and also....a hint of....sniff....cheese.....quite drookit mah dear....sniff...but o' yes...this wull dae nicely....sniff.....please mah dear....another if ye please....nice a muckle noo....
bbbbbbrrrrrrraaaaaaapppppppfffffffflllllllllpppppppppffffff
oh yes...very good!....very sloppy 'n' drookit mah dear....hmmmmm...is that a drap o' nugget ah see oan th' rim?...hmmmm.....let me.....let me juist hae a bawherr taste afore th' sniff mah darling.......hmmmmm....hmm..yes....that is a delicate bit o' chocolate mah dear....ah yes....let me guess...curry fur dinner?....oh ferr richt ah am....aren't i?....ok....time fur sniff.....sssssnnnnnnniiiiiiiiffffffff.....hmmm...hhhmmmmm ah see...yes....yes indeed as weel curry......hmmm....that fragrance is ferr noticeable....yes.....onion 'n' garlic chutney ah tak' it mah dear?.....hmmmmm....yes ferr.....
Bbbbbbrrrrrrrrppppppfffffffffffffffffffffttttttttttt
oh ah wisnae expecting that…that wee gust mah dear….you caught me aff guard…yes…so gentle 'twas though…hmmmm…let me taste this wee one…just yin wee sniff…..sniff…ah….ssssssnnnnnniiiiiffffffffffff…and yet…so strong…yes…the odor….sniff sniff…hmmm….is that….sniff….hmmm….i kin a'maist taste it mah dear…..yes….just…sniff….a wee whiff mair if ye please…..ssssssnnnnnniiiiiffffffffff…ah aye ah hae it now….yes quite….hhhhmmmm…delectable mah dear…..quite exquisite yes…..i dare say…sniff….the maist pungent yin yit mah dear….ssssnnnnniiiifffffffffffffffffffffff….yes….
show us how it is properly done
>cannot unhear the video
Ah will hae twa batch nines, a batch nine lairge, a batch six wi' mae dip, a batch seven, twa batch forty fives - yin wi' crowdie, 'n' a lairge soda.
I feel the pain also, But i don't really care.
Tell me jimmy! is thare nae yin in a' yer ranks? is thare nae yin wha values courage ower lee?
>As a scot, reading thae is physically loupin.
As a scot, reading thae is physically loupin.
Die violently.
>Whit kin chaynge th' nature o' a jimmy?
>tfw scottish family gave me scottish comics all the time despite living in a different country
>can understand everything in this thread and "translate" with ease
hooray for useless skills
Dinnae fash. Yer voice kin na langer reach him whaur he is. His hert belongs again tae darkness. A' worlds begin in darkness, 'n' a' sae end. Th' hert is na different. Darkness sprouts wi`in it, it grows, consumes it. Sic is tis nature. In th' end, ilka hert returns tae th' darkness whence it cam. Ye see, darkness is th' heart's true essence.
>'n' a'm telling ye that th' ainlie stench heartier than yer rotting burrick o' a master, is th' liquor oan his fetid breath. If he comes near lassie van vernon again, we'll bile his knickers.
>Oh ho! mighty braw wurds comin' fae a knock-kneed, inbred pageboy sic as yersel'. Oor guid master wullie wouldn't be caught near that frumpy wee trollop unless he wur haudin' her back at th' end o' a halberd.
>(gasp) howfur dare ye defile th' name o' someone sae guid 'n' virtuous as th' lassie van vernon. Oor lassie is a saint among mortal wummin. An angel sae pure th' heavens coudnae haud her.
>(laughs loudly) yer lassie? an angel? ye'r jammy th' darkside whorekeeps aren't bashing doon her door fur stealing thair clientele. How come juist lest nicht, a clocked her oot back warming up th' stable-boy.
>Such slander wull nae be tolerated while we're oan watch! you'd best run 'n' rescue yer helpless limp laird afore he flounders in his ain boak, or wakes up naked in a hen coupe. Scurry aff, or ye'll acquire some unnecessary ventilation!
>is that a threat, ye shriveled auld maid? ye gonnae prick us wi' yer sewing needles? oan this side o' th' wynd we shoot lik' soldiers, sae dinnae mak' promises yer arrows cannae keep.
>(voice cracks) ye'v gaen... Ye'v gaen tae far this time, ye camel-mannered, tunic-wearing mollycoddle!! an arrow in th' throat ought tae shut ye up!!
raahh! hae at thee!
Tae richt th' countless wrongs o' oor day, we shine this light o' true redemption, that this steid kin become as paradise. Whit a barry world sic wid be...
Completely lost my shit.
>Blood
>Samurais WITH GUNS
>Long haired Jack
>Grey Fucking DeLisle
If thare is anythin' ah hae learned in mah travels o'er th' planes, it's that mony hings kin chaynge th' nature o' a jimmy. Whither regret, or loue, or revenge or fear - whitevur ye hawp kin chaynge th' nature o' a jimmy, kin. I’ve seen belief shift cities, mak' men stave aff death, 'n' caw an evil hag's hert half-circle. This entire fortress haes bin constructed fae belief. Belief damned a wifie, wha's hert clung tae th' hawp that anither loved her whin he didnae. Wance, it made a jimmy seek immortality 'n' achieve it. 'n' it haes made a posturing spirit think it's something mair than a pairt o' me.
Ah cuid nae staun it! thare is aye some gowk, wha wants tae rule th' world! aye forcing ithers tae dae whit thay cannae dae fur themselves! that's why...i pray tae na yin! nor wull ah be prayed tae! bit 'boon a' else, ah wull ne'er forgive ye, fur making mah daughter greet!