now i have one more reason to end my life
now i have one more reason to end my life
The door slams open and Gemm runs in, disheveled and frantic. The pen behind his ear falls off as he nearly slips on a sheet of paper, lying on the ground of the dark office. He regains his balance as he lunges for the computer chair of where editor Hudsyn sits. He barely misses Uberchain standing to the side with a mug of hot chocolate in her hand, who Concor stands to the opposite side of with his arms folded. "It's here, I have it..." Gemm breathes, swiftly holding up his notepad, but Hudsyn shakes his head before he can finish.
"Gemm," Hudsyn says, his voice soft in sympathy; in defeat. He beckons to the computer monitor that him, Uberchain, and Concor face. "I'm sorry. The stars will not shine on us tonight. In fact, the stars have aligned in their favour." The atmosphere is grim as all three figures turn to look behind him, and the urgency on Gemm's face soon collapses. He sees what appears on the computer screen his fellow writers stare at.
There, on the forums of teamfortress.tv, is a thread that has marked their downfall. Titled: "SVIFT EU IS FuCKinG DEAD". Furthermore, it is apparent that the OP has gained his next nerd star from this post. Gemm's fingers go limp, and to the floor falls his notepad - a statement from SMVZI, underneath the title "SVIFT disbands for Season 29". It's happened again. The prioritizing of actual importance in regards to real lives have cost them time once more. In their heads, each writer already prepares their excuse as to why the article is belated.
However, a hand rests on Gemm's shoulder, squeezing it with as much reassurance and empathy as was possible within that moment. "It's good; take the LEGO piece so we can double up," Hudsyn says. He reaches down to pick up the notepad. "We'll finish this off. I won't let this discourage you as long as Tery is fighting for all of us." With that, all four of them turn towards a dimly-lit desk. A pencil scratches paper furiously. Tery continues to write without hesitation. The lamp on his deck flickers a little more brightly with each sentence finished, and the smell of vanilla wafts from a television nearby. And Gemm is inspired, because it reminds them all of better days.
The door slams open and Gemm runs in, disheveled and frantic. The pen behind his ear falls off as he nearly slips on a sheet of paper, lying on the ground of the dark office. He regains his balance as he lunges for the computer chair of where editor Hudsyn sits. He barely misses Uberchain standing to the side with a mug of hot chocolate in her hand, who Concor stands to the opposite side of with his arms folded. "It's here, I have it..." Gemm breathes, swiftly holding up his notepad, but Hudsyn shakes his head before he can finish.
"Gemm," Hudsyn says, his voice soft in sympathy; in defeat. He beckons to the computer monitor that him, Uberchain, and Concor face. "I'm sorry. The stars will not shine on us tonight. In fact, the stars have aligned in their favour." The atmosphere is grim as all three figures turn to look behind him, and the urgency on Gemm's face soon collapses. He sees what appears on the computer screen his fellow writers stare at.
There, on the forums of teamfortress.tv, is a thread that has marked their downfall. Titled: "SVIFT EU IS FuCKinG DEAD". Furthermore, it is apparent that the OP has gained his next nerd star from this post. Gemm's fingers go limp, and to the floor falls his notepad - a statement from SMVZI, underneath the title "SVIFT disbands for Season 29". It's happened again. The prioritizing of actual importance in regards to real lives have cost them time once more. In their heads, each writer already prepares their excuse as to why the article is belated.
However, a hand rests on Gemm's shoulder, squeezing it with as much reassurance and empathy as was possible within that moment. "It's good; take the LEGO piece so we can double up," Hudsyn says. He reaches down to pick up the notepad. "We'll finish this off. I won't let this discourage you as long as Tery is fighting for all of us." With that, all four of them turn towards a dimly-lit desk. A pencil scratches paper furiously. Tery continues to write without hesitation. The lamp on his deck flickers a little more brightly with each sentence finished, and the smell of vanilla wafts from a television nearby. And Gemm is inspired, because it reminds them all of better days.
uberchainThe door slams open and Gemm runs in, disheveled and frantic. The pen behind his ear falls off as he nearly slips on a sheet of paper, lying on the ground of the dark office. He regains his balance as he lunges for the computer chair of where editor Hudsyn sits. He barely misses Uberchain standing to the side with a mug of hot chocolate in her hand, who Concor stands to the opposite side of with his arms folded. "It's here, I have it..." Gemm breathes, swiftly holding up his notepad, but Hudsyn shakes his head before he can finish.
"Gemm," Hudsyn says, his voice soft in sympathy; in defeat. He beckons to the computer monitor that him, Uberchain, and Concor face. "I'm sorry. The stars will not shine on us tonight. In fact, the stars have aligned in their favour." The atmosphere is grim as all three figures turn to look behind him, and the urgency on Gemm's face soon collapses. He sees what appears on the computer screen his fellow writers stare at.
There, on the forums of teamfortress.tv, is a thread that has marked their downfall. Titled: "SVIFT EU IS FuCKinG DEAD". Furthermore, it is apparent that the OP has gained his next nerd star from this post. Gemm's fingers go limp, and to the floor falls his notepad - a statement from SMVZI, underneath the title "SVIFT disbands for Season 29". It's happened again. The prioritizing of actual importance in regards to real lives have cost them time once more. In their heads, each writer already prepares their excuse as to why the article is belated.
However, a hand rests on Gemm's shoulder, squeezing it with as much reassurance and empathy as was possible within that moment. "It's good; take the LEGO piece so we can double up," Hudsyn says. He reaches down to pick up the notepad. "We'll finish this off. I won't let this discourage you as long as Tery is fighting for all of us." With that, all four of them turn towards a dimly-lit desk. A pencil scratches paper furiously. Tery continues to write without hesitation. The lamp on his deck flickers a little more brightly with each sentence finished, and the smell of vanilla wafts from a television nearby. And Gemm is inspired, because it reminds them all of better days.
i cry everytime
[quote=uberchain]The door slams open and Gemm runs in, disheveled and frantic. The pen behind his ear falls off as he nearly slips on a sheet of paper, lying on the ground of the dark office. He regains his balance as he lunges for the computer chair of where editor Hudsyn sits. He barely misses Uberchain standing to the side with a mug of hot chocolate in her hand, who Concor stands to the opposite side of with his arms folded. "It's here, I have it..." Gemm breathes, swiftly holding up his notepad, but Hudsyn shakes his head before he can finish.
"Gemm," Hudsyn says, his voice soft in sympathy; in defeat. He beckons to the computer monitor that him, Uberchain, and Concor face. "I'm sorry. The stars will not shine on us tonight. In fact, the stars have aligned in their favour." The atmosphere is grim as all three figures turn to look behind him, and the urgency on Gemm's face soon collapses. He sees what appears on the computer screen his fellow writers stare at.
There, on the forums of teamfortress.tv, is a thread that has marked their downfall. Titled: "SVIFT EU IS FuCKinG DEAD". Furthermore, it is apparent that the OP has gained his next nerd star from this post. Gemm's fingers go limp, and to the floor falls his notepad - a statement from SMVZI, underneath the title "SVIFT disbands for Season 29". It's happened again. The prioritizing of actual importance in regards to real lives have cost them time once more. In their heads, each writer already prepares their excuse as to why the article is belated.
However, a hand rests on Gemm's shoulder, squeezing it with as much reassurance and empathy as was possible within that moment. "It's good; take the LEGO piece so we can double up," Hudsyn says. He reaches down to pick up the notepad. "We'll finish this off. I won't let this discourage you as long as Tery is fighting for all of us." With that, all four of them turn towards a dimly-lit desk. A pencil scratches paper furiously. Tery continues to write without hesitation. The lamp on his deck flickers a little more brightly with each sentence finished, and the smell of vanilla wafts from a television nearby. And Gemm is inspired, because it reminds them all of better days.[/quote]
i cry everytime
lettouberchainThe door slams open and Gemm runs in, disheveled and frantic. The pen behind his ear falls off as he nearly slips on a sheet of paper, lying on the ground of the dark office. He regains his balance as he lunges for the computer chair of where editor Hudsyn sits. He barely misses Uberchain standing to the side with a mug of hot chocolate in her hand, who Concor stands to the opposite side of with his arms folded. "It's here, I have it..." Gemm breathes, swiftly holding up his notepad, but Hudsyn shakes his head before he can finish.
"Gemm," Hudsyn says, his voice soft in sympathy; in defeat. He beckons to the computer monitor that him, Uberchain, and Concor face. "I'm sorry. The stars will not shine on us tonight. In fact, the stars have aligned in their favour." The atmosphere is grim as all three figures turn to look behind him, and the urgency on Gemm's face soon collapses. He sees what appears on the computer screen his fellow writers stare at.
There, on the forums of teamfortress.tv, is a thread that has marked their downfall. Titled: "SVIFT EU IS FuCKinG DEAD". Furthermore, it is apparent that the OP has gained his next nerd star from this post. Gemm's fingers go limp, and to the floor falls his notepad - a statement from SMVZI, underneath the title "SVIFT disbands for Season 29". It's happened again. The prioritizing of actual importance in regards to real lives have cost them time once more. In their heads, each writer already prepares their excuse as to why the article is belated.
However, a hand rests on Gemm's shoulder, squeezing it with as much reassurance and empathy as was possible within that moment. "It's good; take the LEGO piece so we can double up," Hudsyn says. He reaches down to pick up the notepad. "We'll finish this off. I won't let this discourage you as long as Tery is fighting for all of us." With that, all four of them turn towards a dimly-lit desk. A pencil scratches paper furiously. Tery continues to write without hesitation. The lamp on his deck flickers a little more brightly with each sentence finished, and the smell of vanilla wafts from a television nearby. And Gemm is inspired, because it reminds them all of better days.
i cry everytime
me too
[quote=letto][quote=uberchain]The door slams open and Gemm runs in, disheveled and frantic. The pen behind his ear falls off as he nearly slips on a sheet of paper, lying on the ground of the dark office. He regains his balance as he lunges for the computer chair of where editor Hudsyn sits. He barely misses Uberchain standing to the side with a mug of hot chocolate in her hand, who Concor stands to the opposite side of with his arms folded. "It's here, I have it..." Gemm breathes, swiftly holding up his notepad, but Hudsyn shakes his head before he can finish.
"Gemm," Hudsyn says, his voice soft in sympathy; in defeat. He beckons to the computer monitor that him, Uberchain, and Concor face. "I'm sorry. The stars will not shine on us tonight. In fact, the stars have aligned in their favour." The atmosphere is grim as all three figures turn to look behind him, and the urgency on Gemm's face soon collapses. He sees what appears on the computer screen his fellow writers stare at.
There, on the forums of teamfortress.tv, is a thread that has marked their downfall. Titled: "SVIFT EU IS FuCKinG DEAD". Furthermore, it is apparent that the OP has gained his next nerd star from this post. Gemm's fingers go limp, and to the floor falls his notepad - a statement from SMVZI, underneath the title "SVIFT disbands for Season 29". It's happened again. The prioritizing of actual importance in regards to real lives have cost them time once more. In their heads, each writer already prepares their excuse as to why the article is belated.
However, a hand rests on Gemm's shoulder, squeezing it with as much reassurance and empathy as was possible within that moment. "It's good; take the LEGO piece so we can double up," Hudsyn says. He reaches down to pick up the notepad. "We'll finish this off. I won't let this discourage you as long as Tery is fighting for all of us." With that, all four of them turn towards a dimly-lit desk. A pencil scratches paper furiously. Tery continues to write without hesitation. The lamp on his deck flickers a little more brightly with each sentence finished, and the smell of vanilla wafts from a television nearby. And Gemm is inspired, because it reminds them all of better days.[/quote]
i cry everytime[/quote]
me too
uberchain
no random forum post will ever approach the artistry we see from the tftv crew with every article
[quote=uberchain] [/quote]
no random forum post will ever approach the artistry we see from the tftv crew with every article
uberchainThe door slams open and Gemm runs in, disheveled and frantic. The pen behind his ear falls off as he nearly slips on a sheet of paper, lying on the ground of the dark office. He regains his balance as he lunges for the computer chair of where editor Hudsyn sits. He barely misses Uberchain standing to the side with a mug of hot chocolate in her hand, who Concor stands to the opposite side of with his arms folded. "It's here, I have it..." Gemm breathes, swiftly holding up his notepad, but Hudsyn shakes his head before he can finish.
"Gemm," Hudsyn says, his voice soft in sympathy; in defeat. He beckons to the computer monitor that him, Uberchain, and Concor face. "I'm sorry. The stars will not shine on us tonight. In fact, the stars have aligned in their favour." The atmosphere is grim as all three figures turn to look behind him, and the urgency on Gemm's face soon collapses. He sees what appears on the computer screen his fellow writers stare at.
There, on the forums of teamfortress.tv, is a thread that has marked their downfall. Titled: "SVIFT EU IS FuCKinG DEAD". Furthermore, it is apparent that the OP has gained his next nerd star from this post. Gemm's fingers go limp, and to the floor falls his notepad - a statement from SMVZI, underneath the title "SVIFT disbands for Season 29". It's happened again. The prioritizing of actual importance in regards to real lives have cost them time once more. In their heads, each writer already prepares their excuse as to why the article is belated.
However, a hand rests on Gemm's shoulder, squeezing it with as much reassurance and empathy as was possible within that moment. "It's good; take the LEGO piece so we can double up," Hudsyn says. He reaches down to pick up the notepad. "We'll finish this off. I won't let this discourage you as long as Tery is fighting for all of us." With that, all four of them turn towards a dimly-lit desk. A pencil scratches paper furiously. Tery continues to write without hesitation. The lamp on his deck flickers a little more brightly with each sentence finished, and the smell of vanilla wafts from a television nearby. And Gemm is inspired, because it reminds them all of better days.
https://wiki.teamfortress.com/w/images/7/7d/Demo_badpipes_05.mp3?t=20151218032717
[quote=uberchain]The door slams open and Gemm runs in, disheveled and frantic. The pen behind his ear falls off as he nearly slips on a sheet of paper, lying on the ground of the dark office. He regains his balance as he lunges for the computer chair of where editor Hudsyn sits. He barely misses Uberchain standing to the side with a mug of hot chocolate in her hand, who Concor stands to the opposite side of with his arms folded. "It's here, I have it..." Gemm breathes, swiftly holding up his notepad, but Hudsyn shakes his head before he can finish.
"Gemm," Hudsyn says, his voice soft in sympathy; in defeat. He beckons to the computer monitor that him, Uberchain, and Concor face. "I'm sorry. The stars will not shine on us tonight. In fact, the stars have aligned in their favour." The atmosphere is grim as all three figures turn to look behind him, and the urgency on Gemm's face soon collapses. He sees what appears on the computer screen his fellow writers stare at.
There, on the forums of teamfortress.tv, is a thread that has marked their downfall. Titled: "SVIFT EU IS FuCKinG DEAD". Furthermore, it is apparent that the OP has gained his next nerd star from this post. Gemm's fingers go limp, and to the floor falls his notepad - a statement from SMVZI, underneath the title "SVIFT disbands for Season 29". It's happened again. The prioritizing of actual importance in regards to real lives have cost them time once more. In their heads, each writer already prepares their excuse as to why the article is belated.
However, a hand rests on Gemm's shoulder, squeezing it with as much reassurance and empathy as was possible within that moment. "It's good; take the LEGO piece so we can double up," Hudsyn says. He reaches down to pick up the notepad. "We'll finish this off. I won't let this discourage you as long as Tery is fighting for all of us." With that, all four of them turn towards a dimly-lit desk. A pencil scratches paper furiously. Tery continues to write without hesitation. The lamp on his deck flickers a little more brightly with each sentence finished, and the smell of vanilla wafts from a television nearby. And Gemm is inspired, because it reminds them all of better days.[/quote]
https://wiki.teamfortress.com/w/images/7/7d/Demo_badpipes_05.mp3?t=20151218032717
SVIFT EU dies and so do i
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smzipls do not kill yourself
As long as SVIFT EU comes back some day, that shall sustain me
[quote=smzi]pls do not kill yourself[/quote]
As long as SVIFT EU comes back some day, that shall sustain me
uberchainwords.
The state of TFTV writers these days...(help)
[quote=uberchain]words.[/quote]
The state of TFTV writers these days...(help)
SVIFT EU dies and so do i
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im stroaking my cock and balls right now=D anyone else?