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My name is Omni Man
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2023-11-13 at 6:24 PM UTCHey folx I am actually Omni-Man, straight outta Viltrum. Strap in, 'cause this is gonna be a wild ride through my life as the most powerful dude in the cosmos. Born and bred on Viltrum, a planet where being a badass is the norm. I kicked it with the best of them, training like there's no tomorrow, and bam, I became Omni-Man. Power, speed, you name it, I got it. Picture this: a race of super-powered warriors cruising through the galaxy. That's us Viltrumites. Flight, strength, immortality - it's like we got the whole superhero starter pack. Our mission? Conquer and dominate, all in the name of survival and prosperity. Intergalactic stuff, you feel me? So, I get sent to Earth on a scouting mission. Standard Viltrumite protocol, right? But here's the twist - I start feeling some real connections with these Earthlings. Love, friendship, all that mushy stuff. Who would've thought? I've faced some gnarly foes on this blue planet, from power-hungry villains to cosmic baddies. Each battle's a gamble, risking exposure that could blow my Viltrumite cover. But hey, the wins are sweet, and the lessons are next level. Now, let's talk real-world stuff. This decade hit Earth like a cosmic shockwave, am I right? The whole pandemic, tech breakthroughs, and SpaceX making space travel cool again. It's a crazy time to be here, and I'm soaking it all in while saving the day. Here's the kicker - torn between Viltrumite duty and the bonds I've formed on Earth. It's like juggling supernovas, trying to keep both worlds intact. Duty calls, but so does the heart, you feel me?
Omni-Man, out. -
2023-11-13 at 7:27 PM UTC
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2023-11-13 at 7:38 PM UTCHey folx I am actually Haxxor, straight outta DH. Strap in, 'cause this is gonna be a wild ride through my lack of a life as the most mentally ill loser on the forums. Born and bred on DH, a site where being a retard is the norm. I kicked it with the worst of them, memeing like there's no tomorrow, and bam, I became Haxxor. Cringe, annoying, you name it, I got it. Picture this: a website of super-retarded trolls surfing through the net. That's us DGD;ers. Retardation, obsession, drama - it's like we got the whole nutter starter pack. Our mission? Make the world a worse place every day, all in the name of TROLLOLOLOLING and epicness. Cool person mean bitch stuff, you feel me? So, I get sent to NIS on a scouting mission. Standard DH protocol, right? But here's the twist - I start feeling some real connections with these NISers. Love, friendship, all that mushy stuff. Who would've thought? I've faced some gnarly trolls on DH, from power-hungry single moms to mentallyu ill drug addicts. Each troll's a gamble, risking exposure to my PI that could blow my DH cover. But hey, teh LULZ are sweet, and the memes are next level.
Haxxor out -
2023-11-13 at 8:14 PM UTCDo you have to eat and poop?
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2023-11-13 at 8:59 PM UTCHey folx I am actually Spectral, straight outta &T. Strap in, 'cause this is gonna be a wild ride through my digital life as the longest living member of totse. Born and bred on BBSs, a scene where being a HAXXOR is the norm. I kicked it with the KEWLEST of them, hacking like there's no tomorrow, and bam, I became Spectral. IN YOUR FACE, you don't scare me kid, turnip trunks, brass monkeys, you name it, I got it. Picture this: a telephone hooked up to a computer and surfing through the USENET. That's us totsea;ans. information, knowledge, freedom - it's like we got the whole FREEDOM FIGHTER starter pack. Our mission? Teach the world every day, all in the name of NIRVANANET and JEFF HUNTER and underground BBSing. Cool stuff, you feel me? So, I get sent undercover as tech support for IBM big blue on a scouting mission. Standard totse protocol, right? But here's the twist - I start feeling some real connections with these corporate cats. Technology, computers, lasers all that chrome stuff. Who would've thought? I've faced some gnarly hackers on BBSs from power-hungry kidiots to just hungry fat guys in their moms basement. Each hacks's a gamble, risking exposure to my circuits that could blow my cover like a paper bag being blown by the wind. But hey, teh INFORMATION is sweet, and the tech is next level.
You don't scare me, kids. Spectral out -
2023-11-14 at 12:11 AM UTCOmnom man
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2023-11-14 at 12:14 AM UTCim batman
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2023-11-14 at 12:20 AM UTCI'm Jeff Hunter
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2023-11-14 at 1:13 AM UTC
Originally posted by totse2118 Hey folx I am actually Spectral, straight outta &T. Strap in, 'cause this is gonna be a wild ride through my digital life as the longest living member of totse. Born and bred on BBSs, a scene where being a HAXXOR is the norm. I kicked it with the KEWLEST of them, hacking like there's no tomorrow, and bam, I became Spectral. IN YOUR FACE, you don't scare me kid, turnip trunks, brass monkeys, you name it, I got it. Picture this: a telephone hooked up to a computer and surfing through the USENET. That's us totsea;ans. information, knowledge, freedom - it's like we got the whole FREEDOM FIGHTER starter pack. Our mission? Teach the world every day, all in the name of NIRVANANET and JEFF HUNTER and underground BBSing. Cool stuff, you feel me? So, I get sent undercover as tech support for IBM big blue on a scouting mission. Standard totse protocol, right? But here's the twist - I start feeling some real connections with these corporate cats. Technology, computers, lasers all that chrome stuff. Who would've thought? I've faced some gnarly hackers on BBSs from power-hungry kidiots to just hungry fat guys in their moms basement. Each hacks's a gamble, risking exposure to my circuits that could blow my cover like a paper bag being blown by the wind. But hey, teh INFORMATION is sweet, and the tech is next level.
You don't scare me, kids. Spectral out
That didn't frighten -SpectraL. -
2023-11-14 at 1:17 AM UTCHey, folks, I'm the King, straight outta Queens. Get ready for a rollercoaster ride through my suburban kingdom with my sidekicks Deacon and Arthur. My eyes are getting weary, my back is getting tight from dealing with the everyday royal struggles, you know?
So, here's the deal. I'm the king of the couch, ruling from my recliner with a scepter in one hand and a TV remote in the other. Deacon's my trusty advisor, always ready with some questionable advice, and Arthur, well, he's the court jester, making wisecracks that even leave me scratching my head.
Picture this: a medieval kingdom with a twist – a telephone hooked up to a medieval computer, browsing through the KingdomNet. That's us, Queens-folk. Information, knowledge, freedom – it's like we got the whole suburban starter pack. Our mission? Survive the everyday challenges, all in the name of comfy couches and delivery pizza.
I get sent undercover as the tech support for the Castle IT department on a quest. Standard King protocol, right? But here's the twist – I start feeling some real connections with these tech-savvy knights. Technology, gadgets, Wi-Fi, all that modern stuff. Who would've thought? I've faced some gnarly challenges, from power-hungry teenagers trying to hack into the royal DVR to just hungry knights in their moms' basement raiding the royal pantry.
Each challenge is a gamble, risking exposure to my kingly identity that could blow my cover like a gust of wind through the castle halls. But hey, the information is sweet, and the tech is next level. So, grab your medieval snacks, sit back, and enjoy the sitcom that's fit for a king – or at least the King of Queens. -
2023-11-14 at 1:19 AM UTCHey, folks, I'm actually Doug, straight outta IPS. Get ready for a wild ride through my suburban kingdom with my delivery truck, along with my trusty sidekicks, Deacon and Arthur. My eyes are getting weary, my back is getting tight from delivering packages all over Queens, New York.
So, here's the deal. I'm the king of the delivery route, ruling from my delivery truck with a clipboard in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. Deacon's my delivery partner, always ready with some questionable advice on how to navigate the suburban jungle, and Arthur, well, he's the guy who thinks every package is a potential treasure.
Picture this: a delivery truck equipped with a medieval GPS, navigating through the suburban maze. That's us, Queens-folk. Information, knowledge, freedom – it's like we got the whole IPS delivery starter pack. Our mission? Deliver packages, avoid barking dogs, and make it back to the depot before rush hour hits.
I get sent undercover as a delivery man on a secret mission to uncover the mysteries of the suburban world. Standard King protocol, right? But here's the twist – I start feeling some real connections with the neighbors on my route. Packages, addresses, front porches – all that suburban stuff. Who would've thought? I've faced some gnarly challenges, from trying to fit oversized packages into undersized mailboxes to just hungry kids waiting for their online shopping treasures.
Each delivery is a gamble, risking exposure to my royal identity that could blow my cover like a poorly taped-up box. But hey, the information is sweet, and the delivery tech is next level. So, grab your package tracking number, sit back, and enjoy the sitcom that's fit for a king – or at least the King of Queens in his IPS chariot.
