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| I may or may not be:
| | Well, if there's one thing that I would say about myself, it'd be that I hate describing myself. So... yeah. |
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| ...come Death, destroyer of worlds.
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| 14 years old.
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| 5 years old.
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| 46 years old.
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| 97 years old.
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| 4096^64 years old.
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| -24 years old (isn't time travel fun?)
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| Relaxing in my vacation home in Pripyat, Ukraine.
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| SCP-049.
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| Nicholas Cage.
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| Alive.
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| MMPH MMPH HUDDA MMPH.
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| A cat.
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| In space.
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| Filled with determination.
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| Your Lord and Savior Gabe Newell.
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| Reading a map that leads to ALL THE NAZI GOLD.
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| Right behind you.
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| Breaking out of an enemy compound with a Pancor Jackhammer in one hand, and an H&K G11 in the other.
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| Your biological father.
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| Ready to release Inferno.
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| Defusing the bomb.
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| Writing this from a device with far more computing power than the entire first lunar landing project.
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| Cheeki breeki i v damke.
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| Gordon Freeman.
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| The Ghost of Christmas Past.
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| Fencing with a suit of armor on a stand.
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| Takin' it off here, boss!
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| Erecting a dispenser.
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| A tactical tactician, specializing in tactical tactics.
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| Busy making an F2000 stock out of walnut.
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| Attempting to explore, document, and chart the bizarre, unpredictable, dangerous land known to many as the Internet.
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| A professionally trained mall ninja, able to blend in with any storefront completely undetected.
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| Unable to respond for right now; too busy rushing B.
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| Firmly of the belief that when life gives you lemons, you don't make lemonade. You make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your damn lemons, what the hell am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Cave Johnson lemons! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?! I'M THE MAN WHO'S GONNA BURN YOUR HOUSE DOWN! WITH THE LEMONS! I'M GONNA HAVE MY ENGINEERS INVENT A COMBUSTIBLE LEMON THAT BURNS YOUR HOUSE DOWN!
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| Able to defeat a boulder with the might of my fists.
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| Dedicated to fighting the spread of Space Communism.
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| Feeling pretty lucky (and my name's not "Punk").
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| Able to fully comprehend, assemble, and effectively wield the near-mythical wonders of Kraut Space Magic.
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| Wearing chromed aviator sunglasses to conceal my lack of eyes.
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| Bertrand Zobrist.
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| In the upper ranks of the Illuminati.
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| Smoking a spent .50 BMG.
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| A pyrosynthetic organism.
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| DisKQLYfied and on VACation.
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| More to come...
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Original Application
Hello. I am creating this account because of my great interest in firearms, as well as video games, and especially where they intersect. I first came to this site from a reference to it in a series of videos showcasing the various weapons used in the Resident Evil game series, and it's been an interest of mine ever since. This site has been the source of the majority of my knowledge regarding firearms, and it will likely teach me more about them in the future. I believe that I have some worthwhile input to add to various pages, and I hope that you will accept this account to allow this input. I am confident that you will make the right decision.
Self-Description
Well, if there's one thing that I would say about myself, it'd be that I hate describing myself. So... yeah.
