i just want you in my butthole

replacing one washed up scout with a hopefully slightly less washed up one nice idea

cuck

how did u know my fetish

good to see you back canrage

Hey! based on your post history you're new around here. Most of the people here are looking for ESEA players. you're better off looking for a team on the UGC forums at http://www.ugcleague.com/forum/

Hello Daniel :) Glad to see your comeback!
Give this legend the best team, he desirves it.
Cheers.

Carnage is the hero tf2 needs.
Fuck calling damage, KNOW you shit on them. CONFIDENCE. ASSERTIVENESS. GENITALIA POSSESSION.

good luck carnage, ur my hero!!!!!!!!!!!

get a job.

We need to bring back some more of the old time players

and create a super team of legends

get coL back.

guys i found it but i dont think ill get one http://www.costumediscounters.com/mens-costumes/new-halloween-costumes/adult-shark-mascot-costume-37415US.html?

cabbage jameson

1500???????

Spend that dirty lol money.

there must be some way to get a stripped one without the included cooling fan, its an unnecessary option, I can deal with discomfort

Trust me, I've been inside mascot costumes and you want that cooling fan. Might not be so bad in deep winter I guess.

http://saber07.ytmnd.com/

Hello Carnage - glad to see one of my favorite players back on the fortress! I'm just wondering if you would like to join my new and upcoming team.

“Where can I sign up?” is what you're thinking right now. But before I get into that, let me to explain what I’m `yabbering` on about.

I haven't exactly been a starter on any TF2 team for a few years now. This might lead you to believe that my reflexes have become blubbery when concerning competitive play, or that I’m some kind of incessant troll. Do not be deceived. My time away has sharpened me like a blade to a whetstone.

I quit TF2 because something was fundamentally wrong – I felt trapped. I was inside a room, with no windows, no method of exit. Scrimming was beating the wall with my pale, third-world forearms; matches were running full speed at them and crumpling into a disgusting pellet of defeat. The game had reduced my spirit to a speck of its former status. Every day my father's disappointed eyes stared back at me from my mirror.

“There has to be some way to escape,” I muttered to myself all that time ago, in the pitch black of my basement room, sipping on a lukewarm glass of beet juice, smacking my lips in restrained satisfaction; the monitor cast a soft light on my face, which was infested with stubble and spaghetti sauce.

I then slumped over in a deep coma. In my dreams, I could hear my teammates, probably because I was still wearing my headphones – this was in the middle of a match – with their small voices crying out, purely insignificant and pathetic. My team lost that night, but I won something else during my trance.

My first sight was a glorious, well-endowed figure, of gigantic size, his hands on his hips, pelvis protruding out. I was a puny ant, a wretched creature defiling a beautiful sculpture through the mere act of staring. I was shaken by a rumble; thunder, I thought, until the vibrations started to form a word.

“M..”

The first syllable alone swept me off my feet, instantly causing me to lie prostrate on the floor. I took in his majesty until I thought my bones would shatter, while a cold as hot as lava pierced through my very soul. I was enamored, and consumed with pure fear at the same time.

“e..”

Every syllable, I realized, was formed of a chorus of a thousand voices, each one sweeter than the last. Each one harsher than the last. I let out a bloodcurdling cry which was washed away by the torrent of pure power that the being unleashed in the form of sound. I tried to cover my ears, but it had no effect. My body would not respond.

“e..a..t..”

“M..e..a..t…..s..h..o..t..”

My screams and laughs became indistinguishable as a rapture unlike I had ever known before took me by storm, as the godlike figure grew in luminosity until my eyes burned. My body, my entire being was a flame.

“H..u..h…..H..a..h..”

The sun was rising when I woke. Was my vision from last night real? Was my mind playing tricks on me? All I knew was that I had a newfound purpose. Rubbing spittle and beet juice off my moist lips, I hastily gathered pen and paper. It was a Wednesday. There was no time for the outside world now, though. No time at all.

How long I worked I can’t say. The light coming from the small window in my humid basement went from light to dark and back again countless times. When I finally finished I stepped back from my work – no, his work.

I had found it. The undeniable, absolute truth.

I realized there was a formula for winning LAN: Unfiltered, raw power. Presence. Dominance. Authority. Sway. To be the top dog in LAN, you have to act like the top weenie.

I’ve confirmed there is no other alternative to the truth, through personal research. I knew it would immediately raise controversy if I brought it out into the TF2TV community, so I bided my time, until now.

Bald. Bare. Exposed. Raw. Also known as in the buff. Or natural. Peeled, or unveiled. Without a stitch. Leafless.

Yes, it's different. It's never been done before.

Team Fortress 2, as it’s been played in the past, is nothing compared to what it will be. I aim to transform the game; I aim to make it the chess to the checkers it is now.

I plan to call this venture “The Final Experiment.” It’s the name of a team consisting solely of true, enlightened scholars of TF2. It’s the name of a legend.

As it stands, I am the single member of this band of virtual heroes. I would like to cordially extend an invitation for you to join our ranks, Carnage. Do not take this invitation lightly. It will only come once.

I'd imagine we’d play in the nude online before LAN, gaining confidence in our flesh, and maybe take part in team-building activities together as we get more comfortable being in this state.

I drew a diagram [image removed] that illustrates the various power poses we could assume on carefully pinpointed positions on LAN. I think you’ll like number 6.

Anyways, I already know your answer, Johnson.

It's time to `tag up` ;)

See you soon raW|carnage.
Thanks,
You're Friendly Neighborhood Fortress Head

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a lot of you guys are underrating how hot it can get in a suit..........

ya we need a Big God of tf2

but in that case is dummy tf2's BurNIng........

kornage i love u.. good luck

http://cdn.steamcommunity.com//economy/emoticon/:crybaby:

Cptbuttcheese: he was in invite
Cptbuttcheese: i can`t remember when though
Evil_mrmuffinz: 2 decades ago

I was talking about Techdude.

techdude was last seen in invite back in s10 with hrg

yeah I figured it out later

http://imgur.com/4piqdjf

http://i.imgur.com/frfxmXG.png

fox are you trying to tell us something