Hey guys, hey Jim good to see you back - it's been a long time.
Um, I am typing with one hand because my right arm is all but torn off by filthy blunt daggers directed from my flank and I never saw them arrive until I felt the searing pain - and also one very sharp ugly bent blade which takes chunks of skin every time. It's really quite something! I quite admire it's record against my soft tender righteous flesh.
I am weary and tired of the stench of fighting these filthy masses. I am too weak to take it anymore and it's not just my lack of blood from China's amazing fucking faggotry in deleting my single favourite post I have made on Internet forums lifetime and turning the subsequent [what should have been amazing ultimate glory] into the abortion it is when you post without realising a nigger traitor has sliced open the area above your ham pocket and your kidneys are distended whilst you fight on for glory, looking like a right twit as a result.
My wang had a near miss and is fine, thank you for asking. But other body extremities cannot boast such luck. I guess that was the last bale of faggot straw and I have only frail shoulders weakened from almost a year of battling these filthy hordes. They are too strong. I am outnumbered and outclassed and outplayed endlessly by their uncrafty filth which takes me by surprise every time because I am but a simple soldier fighting for honour.
As you all know I take very Internet posting seriously and put my heart and soul and wang into the creation of my posts, and I feel all 25,000 of them are my children and I love each and every one equally. But my favourite of the equals....losing my favourite child has eliminated all resolve. I wish to negotiate terms of surrender I fear will not be forthcoming due to my weakened, almost non-existent lines. I will have to flee and I'm yelling now as I race away from the Hordes who have my number.
I wish you all stuff and etc and am changing to random blind passwords and then discarding all my logins for forums which have relations to Skatz, distant or bonded by filthy blood or some such treachery.
I love writing goodbye posts and I hope I shall write more in the future - but I fear that day could be very distant.
I think I shall miss myself the most, but you all are definitely right up there.
Ok bye for now. Bye Jim.
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