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my frnd post be4. i will post more if u pol who u like.


Well i began to play this game , very good graphics, very sexy character and more more good stuff but lately i have seen something visually disturbing!
It is the rise of stupid morons in this game, take for example the Patels, whooooly shit these bastards bought their whole family to a3, but was there any need for them to name each and everyone the same name well
kind of same.
I'm like waiting at Kinstone(an old gay turd) and one after the other the Patel family comes and goes, i drop my jaw, i'm like you know *censored* amazed, how pathetic people can be, in international games people have the initials of their countries at the end of their names so as to make a good community over there, but these bum chums do that in india where every other household in Gujrat is a patel, okok Sardar Vallabhai Patel was a good person but do you have to *censored* his image up??
Stand at Kinstone for one hour and you will see patels patels, arrey if there are soo many patels, then i have to go the opthamalogoist and tell him ," Arrey doctor i see patels before my eyes re, please help re, madat karoo cha re, aa choo re, plspls re, doctor amna eyes seeing patels day and night, help re, please re" bhanchod doctor will kick me out of the hospital and ban me for using the word patel, arrey how many times do you use the word "re"?
Kya re? Jaa re! Haa re, maa re , hat re, *censored* you re
Then you can talk in Smriti (that chick from kabhi saas bhi bhadwi thi) and say," arra rra rra raaaaaaaa ma ki bhosadicho cho cho"
Now let me see how many patels are there =
Alkeshpatel
Hiteshpatel
*censored*
Raatpatel
Jaatpatel
Chuutpatel
Patelpiyush
Patelmummy
Pateldaddy
Patelsunty
Patelgranny
Patelneighbour
Pateltwin no.1
Pateltwin no.2
Ekpatel
Dopatel
Teenpatel
Chaarpatel
Paanchpatel
Chapatel
Come to think of it, what will be a conversation if all these stupid patels come together? here is my version of how it will go......

"hi re Patel
hi re Patel
hi re Patel
hi re Patel (no they don't repeat it, it's just that there are 4 patels involved)
kaisa hai re Patel
accha hai re Patel
tu kaisa hai re Patel
main achha hun re Patel
too kaisa hai bhai re Patel
achha achha Patel
fir a3 khela kya re Patel?
haa re Patel
to level up hua kya re Patel
haa hua re Patel
mainey wapis guidechoot ko bola aur free level up mila re
arra rra rra raaaa guidemax bhi gujurati hai re Patel
maa ki bhosadoncho! sahi re Patel
abhi se free stuff re Patel
arrey yes to sun re Patel
Guide bhi Patel hai re
soxy re main abhi jaakey uj maangta hu re
na re mai already maaga re
kyu re
kyuki mereko chahiye re
abbey jaa re
kay re
bhosadicho re
tuu bhosadicho re
tari maa bhosadicho
taru baap bhosadicho
taru khandaan bhosadicho
jaa re Patel
*censored* you re Patel
*censored* you re, not me re "
( I had to copy Patel and paste it for this conversation )
Yes you people do use re many many times but sad re don't do soo much re, because you making everybody's english sad re , even me using re now a days, i don't know why, my friends too laugh and say re each time i come across re. Please re stop this re, pls re....
Want another bunch of stupid laudus? Take Dcompany ke khaatus
Dcompany
Pcompany
Company
Pumpmany
Failedcoompany
Papany
Chuutcompany
Still want another case of idiots? Take Prince khandan
Princethrust
Princefrust
Priceoni
Princestar
Princebar
Princefart
Princehero
PrincePrince
Any more *censored* want to bring family members here? Bring re, i will talk about you also re.
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The second thing im pissed abuot it is the Tamilians and the stupid non-tamilians.
You bastards "da" means friend in Tamil, why the *censored* do you bastards use it re, please da, no da, ty da, what da, dada dadada da-da-d- daaaaaaa
I am again *censored* pissed re, at this da thing, why the *censored* do you say it, you want benefits of being a southie, then *censored* do a public shout so all gay southies can come and bedobe gay with you da.
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The third thing i am pissed at now is the unwanted use of the word "sad",
whatever be the case, you go and say sad, any reason required for you to use that word? Not at all, just say sad, it is a wonderful piece of conversation, i was like standing near Kinstone(don't think im gay now that i mentioned it many times) and this person asks me do i have a uj? I say no, he says sad re, im like wtf! bhenchod *censored* you bey, wtf is there to be sad, if i don't have a uj then wtf is your fcking problem, you better fck off bey, i don't give a damn if you are sad or a bastard, then this noob goes and asks me "hi sir will you level me up sir?" I say no re , i'm too busy , then he says sad re, any way ty, im like again totally pissed, *censored* you bey! i don't give a shit bout if u are sad or not, just fcking keep your emotions to your self, i don't want to know a chuut's baal if you are happy or plain *censored*"
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I swear if i see any bastard in c1 again who come and ask me party request and then say sad, i will fcking rape your khandan re bhosadicho!

One more common phenomenon I have noticed is continous fighting between a gujju named Prometheus and a bihari named Ankeetsinha, sala both of them gives continous post after post about each other, we don't need to ask anybody about Ankeetsinha or Prometheus, just talk to either person to get insight on other person. One likely conversation==

Ankeetsinha : Those gujjus are like that only, shouting and crying, they don't know english, you know my daddy was very good in english and was teacher so stfu you gujjus.
Prometheus : Reeee thuu, apni shakal dekha mirror mein? Fattu salaa
Ankeetsinha : Abey jaa re, tere jaisa gujju nahi hoon, baal mein kabhi teel(oil) to lagata nahi *censored* sala.
Prometheus : Chal bey fattu, kam dhandha nahi tujhko.
Ankeetsinha : Chal hatt! Speak in English if you can you stupid fck.
{Prometheus gets a bit sweaty here so he goes and gets his whole cafe mates boley toh Patel gang. All come here on forums now, Hiren Patel, Alkesh Patel, Raat Patel, Subah Patel, anymore Patels are there? Or should i take the whole list from my previous post?Wink }
Prometheus (Now with full gang of Guju speaking ppl who are going to collectively speak English) : Arrey you go to hell re. We know english better than your dadaji.
Ankeetsinha: Yea sure sure ROFL, *censored*!
Alkeshpatel : Hey, who call you *censored* re? WE not *censored*, we from Apocapilipsiey! Verrry powirfool kh.
Ankeetsinha : Please write the full form of kh (Sarcastically)
Hirenpatel : Hahaha! Yoe don't know speeling of kh? Shame on yoe bihari.
Alkeshpatel : Okok dont stress yuverself kh = knitehwood
Ankeetsinha : ROFL!! LMAO Wonderful english you guys speak, are you the guys who wrote Oxford Dictionary?
{They wait for 15 minutes trying to understand what Ankeet wrote, sensing their stupidity the Patel gang takes the wisest decision of their lives and stop posting, so it's just Ankeetsinha v/s Prometheus}
Ankeetsinha : Arrey chammaaars, you lost your tongue or what? Can't stand upto me? Do you know I'm B.E. in Computers haha.
Prometheus : (Gives up on english, speaks Gujjindi, which is Gujju+Hindi) Arrey Chammar hoga tera baap.
Ankeetsinha : Haha, talk about aukaad, Do you know i have 2 billion lore? 1 billion i earned yesterday and 1 billion today, see your aukaad saley and post.
Prometheus : Have you ever seen your self in a mirror?
Ankeetsinha : Yes! With 2 billion lore i look sexy.
Prometheus (Starts sweating again): Er... Yeah you look sexy:D
Ankeetsinha : Embarassed I must admit, you look sexy too, i love three nippled teenagers, tell me you have three nipples!
Prometheus : Yahoo! Look at my nipples.
Ankeetsinha : Want to rent a room?
Prometheus : Already did:D
Ankeetsinha : Shall we? Twisted Evil
Prometheus : Embarassed

They gayed happily ever after.
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I wonder how many women were laid by this *censored* named Patel, seems like patel patel all over the place, sala the Patel crowd is so much that now-a-days Patels are given code names, P1 P2 P3 etc. The other day i was walking at college when people talking," Abbey P1 idhar aa" "Nahi P6 ko bula" I thought that they were talking about Pentium Processors so i intervened to tell them there is no P6, they all start laughing saying it was nickname.
"Abeey bhosadinchos you should thank God that it was me who was passing by that time, if it had been any bomb squad officer he will put you in jail and ask where did you keep P3 and P4"(P3,P4=Plastic Explosives)

Mah Bhaiyo and behenjiyo and chakka log......suniyo suniyo suniyo...aa gaiyo hamra next episode Wink

This is about a person so honest, so pure, so intelligent, so sexy, so ... Embarassed
He never lies, he is good, helpful and charming, very knowledgeable and utmost brilliant........this is the story of ArthasTG.(The above mentioned adjectives apply to me :p)

It all began on a unfateful day of May 27th 1988.

_ A fair Mr. Reddy was standing outside the maternity ward at Myerandi Hospital, Hyderabad. His wife was pregnant and her contractions were only a few seconds apart, he was tensed, he was going to be a father for the first time (not counting the children he had with his other wives Twisted Evil ), he was fumbling with the cigarette in his hand, even tough he was experienced his hands still shivered and he accidently popped his cigarette up his nose once, therefore burning all the hair in his right nostril, from one nostril he could not smell burnt hair which was quite unpleseant and through the other nostril he could smell the odour of floor cleaners and a plethora of medicine fumes...he was kinda dizzy now.

_ The nurse came out of the maternity ward with a green coat which was generally given to husbands who would like to be with their wives during the beautiful moment that an offspring is born. She saw him smoking,"What the *censored* do you think of this place? Your mommy's cradle that you can smoke here, put it out and take this coat if you wanna have a peek at your wife's ugly bloated *censored*". Mr. Reddy surely didn't see that coming, he threw the lit cigarette into the dust-bin tough remorsefully that a full cigarette had gone waste, anyways the prospect of being a father was worth much more than that Rs.4 Filter Four Square, well atleast he hoped it'd be. He suited up, but then figured that these coats had to be tied at the back, finding nobody to help him, he just wrapped the coat on him and shoved the strings down his pants, then he took a deep breath and entered the matrenity ward.

_ It was chaos, people in green coats running to and fro, quick glances being thrown here n there, the odour of soap and spirit together seemed to be a deadly cocktail, one might just get addicted to it, "CLANG!!" a nurse had mistakenly tripped over a wire and flung a tray at Mr.Reddy's direction, he dodged it, but could not dodge the liquid that was in the tray, unfortunately it was piss that had him all drenched now. She hurriedly scampered and got the floor cleaned with a peice of cloth, then she flung it over to Mr.Reddy's direction, "Help yourself". He threw the cloth away, then a old nurse of some 50 years of age came hurriedly towards Mr.Reddy and caught his arm,"Are you the father? Come and stand right here", she dragged him to a position near his wife so that he could hold her hand and comfort her, "We are all professionals here sir! You need not worry, we will have your child out safely", 'professionals my butt' thought Mr.Reddy. The doctors had now congregated at his wife's side, this was it!!

_ She held out her hand to Mr.Reddy, he held it tightly, then again smelling the piss she took it back and preferred to hold the bed-rail instead. Suddenly she started moaning, Mr.Reddy tought 'WTF!! Now?? No sex now my dear, this ain't the time....' Then she started screaming, wailing, the doctors asked her too puch harder and breath harder, she tried, she tried, it was almost like a buffalo sitting on top of that table. Mr.Reddy couldn't have had a worser day in his life.

_ This was it, he started imagining his son, Mr.Reddy was fair,so was his wife, so complexion wasn't much of a big deal, he was tall, well built and had a good stature one which was showing signs of degradation due to smoking, then came the moment, his son was out of his mother's womb, the doctor was now sniping his cord and was about to slap the baby's butt, he raised the baby in the air, and that was it, Mr.Reddy's pulse felt weak, the baby was dark, "HOLY EVIL GODS" he shouted, "is that really mine?"

_ He fell on the floor, shuddering thinking of what had just happened. It had happened, ArthasTG was born 'Vikram XXX Reddy'.

_ So little Arthas had an ordinary life.....,no I'm lying, if you'd dare to call that ordinary then Ripley's would go out of business:p . He was dark and a stinky little kid, he used up so many diapers that when his dad once calculated the amount that would be required to buy diapers for the next one year, he came to the conclusion that he'd have to sell his home and make a taxi outta his car. So little Arthas never wore much diapers, and eventually never got lost cause he could be traced far away just by the trail of poop that he left behind. His fingernails had to be trimmed often as it spent most of it's time probing the abyss of his hideous nostrils. It often reminded his father about the UNFATEFUL DAY 26/5/1988. Arthas was unusual right from the start, he preferred eating with his left hand tough he was a righty and used his right arm to profieciently dig out booger to spice up his cuisines. He was reluctant enough to drink water out of a glass, so he preferred to quaffle the toilet water. They had a Dog named Husky, husky was a cheerful chihuahua, he always was active and spooky, one day it accidently sniffed the trail of poop lil Arthas had left behind, it smelt so awful that it went and bit Arthas on the butt tearing a chunk of flesh with it. It was unfateful that iy ingested a bit of Arthas's poop and became violently sick and died the very next day.

_ So little Arthas killed his own dog with his fatal poop, his parents still wonder how the dog died and how it had come to lay still on the porch in a contorted manner. Arthas was now of school going age, he was admitted to Gitanjali School,Hyderabad. His parents had given him a light dose of sleeping pills so that he would not wake up in the middle of the school interview and thus end up losing the admission. He was in now. His parents preferred to make him a boarder at that school, so they would not have to deal with him anymore, they soon informed the Child Rights Commision that the school often abused children, so now the school couldn't even kick Arthas out of the school because of the CRC probing the school.

_ Once on a school picnic, the 3rd Graders were taken out on a trip to a village locality, there lil Arthas saw a dog similar to Husky, he went forward and tried to give it a hug, no sooner did he approach the dog than it jumped and lost controll, it started foaming in the mouth and broke it's chain, it leaped at Arthas, and landed a bite on Arthas's crotch, Arthas fell unconcious, he woke up in the hospital with a thick bandage on his private parts. His parents went deep into conversation with the doctors, he tried to eavesdrop on the conversation but only heard these words, " .....amputate his penis.....". He didn't get what they said.

_ Now Arthas was quite old, 7th grade infact, the series of misfortunes that followed his trail caused many teachers to stay away from him, even his friends[if he had any] used to avoid him in open spaces for the fear that a cursed meteor would fall exactly beside him and incinerate the living shit out of them. So he developed a mental disorder comonly known as ADHD or Attention Defeciet Hyperactivity Disorder, he would now go to wierd extents to gather attention, he wanted to do stuffs that would guarantee him attention and help him get friends, he tried doing various bi-cycle tricks, but ended up breaking bones and disfiguring his already contorted appearance. He once got a skate-board as a gift from his dad, he rode it on that day itself and ended up falling down a man-hole in the middle of the road. It kinda reminded him of his childhood days when he used to trail around in poop. He was rescued the next day when the civic authorities came to close the man-hole, they smelled something unusual and found Arthas coiled up around shit.

_ Now Arthas was in 10th grade, he was unusually stupid and that's a fact known to all, so his parents decided to get him a tutor, the best tutor in town to get him through, but all were reluctant, most refused as his name had spread far and wide in Hyderabad for his fatal poop and ADHD, but they managed to convince one such tutor to take up his case, they even brought Radioactive Containment Suits so that Arthas could be seated alongwith other children, he was placed in between the classrom and all other benches would be atleast 2 metres away from his, Arthas's parent's even built an emergency room in the class-room and provided more Radioactive containment suits in case of a leak!! Shocked There he studied like nothing, but his teacher used a electric head-band to give him jolts of electricity so that he would pay more attention(this again was provided by his parents) Rolling Eyes Now Arthas studied, studied more, and finally passed 10th grade, on the day of results he was soo joyant about passing that he let one loose in the convocation hall, therefore poisoning all in the hall. The next day's newspapers were full of headlines about him,' Holocaust in Hyderabad', 'Attempt at Mass Poisoning', 'The Bane of Hyderabad?'

_ His parents were worried about his future, so they choose not to allow him to go into the science stream, the reasons being that first he wouldn't be able to cope up in that stream and also that Pakistan may accuse India of running a 'Biological Weapons Programme', so they put him in Arts, where he had loads of free time and absoloutely nothing to study about. This is when he met the love of his life.........'Adobe Photoshop' , the amazing tool that let you be GOD!! or thats what he thought it would get him. This was it, this weapon would give him the utmost power to make his dreams and fantasies come true, it was as if 'Hercules was given the Hammer of Thor'. He joined a computer class for it, taking along with him the containment suits of yesteryear. He was extremely attentive, the electri-headband was of no use here, he was quite good at using the tools in Photoshop and bring wicked stuff to life, but the down-fall was that he didn't have the brains to plan his acts, instead went forward and did stuff without a thought. He nearly mastered that tool.

_ And along came the day he was walking through a busy Hyderabad street in his containment suit looking at the different wares that the markets had for sale, and a gaming magazine caught his attention, he wasn't into games much but this one was something special, he took the magazine and read the cover, it had the red letter printed on it on glossy paper............."A3". A little below was written the web address www.a3india.com , it was a MMORPG, a fantasy MMORPG, and fantasy was the word that caught his attention. He raced home and got the computer running, he typed the address and the site opened up in 2 minutes(it still lagged back then), and there was a link, "CLICK HERE TO REGISTER" his pulse raced, it was dream come true, a land where he could live in fantasies. He was the 30th person to register, it gace him a good head-start against the rest.

_ First day he logged in the game, all he did was spend the day roaming through the two towns, TEMOZ with it's village like appeal took his fancy. He made a warrior there, one named ArthasTG, which stood for Arthas The Groin-less, he played like hell on that game, first day, he got one whole level, imagine that in the next 165 days he would be the highest player, imagine all the fans, imagine.......imagin.e......imagn.e....image.....
Then it struck him, why wait for 165 days when we can do it in 16.5 days(he was good at photoshop but still it took him a lotta days just to adjust a brush size), he started searching for pictures, pictures of a high level warrior, and he got one on a singapore site, he took it down, then took a image of his measely character and then morphed them both, his face lit up with a pathetic contorted grin, he was now 165, a sword warrior.
He was eager to post the image and claim his throne as lord of the game, and this is where he posted it under the title The Revelation A fine fool he made out of himself, and a fine fool he would make of himself. He was taunted, screwed and asked to come out in public, but he never did, he hid his character, never played it much, and now started a new character named Riviera, he kept it a secret that it was him so he would not need to go into hiding again. He played this character, often bribing small kids to level his character promising them greatness, also scamming many more people. Then came Sirrd, his Archer which he made for scam purposes and to level his shue His stupidity knows no bounds and it is a fact proven by many, each time he appears, his arch enemies come and whack the *censored* out of him, but still he comes back( nono it is not his perseverance, it's just sheer stupidity that he cannot understand that he has been made a fool out of).

_ To this day my fellow friends, he continues to remove all doubts about his stupidity, prancing upon a chance to show-off, a recent incident was when he entered his address into sify's profile and ended up getting a Badge and a Letter, it was a part of sify's promotion but stupid Arthas decided to fool people once again, he boasted that sify had given him those badge to honour his high level, the letter was one of gratitude, he even posted them as evidence. A fine idiot he is and he will be. Finally Arthas has achieved fame, not as a high leveler but as the world's most idiotic person. Bow to his stupididty!

dis is one angry SOB

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These are works of me and my friends, stop stealing these posts, if you want some recognition then write something on your own.

wah...pwned even before he could make a name here..

and yeah...noobbhai..listen..try and come up with somethin original re...i got sooo bored of listening to the same shit over and over again..!!

like ..lemme give u an example...my enemies are common..but my friends aint..try and come up with somethin creative..?? okay..my post here might give u some boost..

olly_91 wrote:dis is one angry SOB

a really frustrated SOB too

OMG!!! This guy here too.. He once wanted to prove that I'm Dredpker...

That is the only thing which he tried to do on his own..

n e 1 knws his ING n IGC!!??

YUDI TO THE RESCUE???

Can Yudi find out who this n00btoob is??