Paste The Last Thing You Copied V.8

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[.gυy-мanυel.]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PJQVlVHsFF8

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W H A T.
A.
M E M E.

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People don’t have proper respect for the deep emotional lives of crabs. I used to date a crab, but I don’t want to go into the story here. It’s too painful a memory.

Okay stop insisting.

It was the Summer of 1978. I was walking down the beach in my neon yellow banana hammock as was the style at the time. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain on my big toe on my right foot. I looked down to see that a crab had flirtatiously pinched my toe to get my attention, and she now most certainly did have my attention. Her eyes were as gems of deepest onyx, her carapace as fiercest ruby. I took her into my hands, held her up and said to her, “I have walked this lonely shore. I’ve talked to waves and pebbles, but I’ve never loved before. Will you be my one and only? Is it ‘no’ you’re going to say dear?”

But the crab didn’t say no.

We did everything together and life was good. Until the day she was to meet my father. Dinner was tense, I suspect father ordered shrimp out of malice, but then again, she ordered shrimp too. I excused myself to go to the bathroom, splashed my face with water and looked at myself in the mirror. I told myself that we didn’t need father’s approval to be happy together. Of course he didn’t understand, he never would understand the purity of our love. I decided that no matter what, father would not come between us.

Renewed in my passion, I returned to the table to find father wearing a bib, surrounded by crab shell. “How could you!?” I yelled.

Father looked at me and said, “A lobster I would have suffered, but a crab?! Think boy, any offspring you’d have sired would have had the brains of a crab and the pinching prowess of a man! It would have never survived, and I’ll not see my line ended in such a pathetic way!”

Filled with rage, my jaw unhinged like a great snake.

“Boy, what do you think you are doing!?”, father cried as I began to devour him whole.

She was in him and now him in me, so she will be a part of me forever. But it was father’s ignorance of the emotional depth of crabs that led me down this sad path, so I hope my story will help others avoid the same fate. Your thoughts and prayers are appreciated.

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black

[solid snake.]

Which intro sounded better?

Fallout

"War. War never changes.
The Romans waged war to gather slaves and wealth. Spain built an empire from its lust for gold and territory. Hitler shaped a battered Germany into an economic superpower.
But war never changes.
In the 21st century, war was still waged over the resources that could be acquired. Only this time, the spoils of war were also its weapons: Petroleum and Uranium. For these resources, China would invade Alaska, the US would annex Canada, and the European Commonwealth would dissolve into quarreling, bickering nation-states, bent on controlling the last remaining resources on Earth.
In 2077, the storm of world war had come again. In two brief hours, most of the planet was reduced to cinders. And from the ashes of nuclear devastation, a new civilization would struggle to arise.
A few were able to reach the relative safety of the large underground vaults. Your family was part of that group that entered Vault Thirteen. Imprisoned safely behind the large Vault door, under a mountain of stone, a generation has lived without knowledge of the outside world.
Life in the Vault is about to change."

Fallout 2

"War. War never changes.
The end of the world occurred pretty much as we had predicted. Too many humans, not enough space or resources to go around. The details are trivial and pointless, the reasons, as always, purely human ones.
The earth was nearly wiped clean of life. A great cleansing, an atomic spark struck by human hands, quickly raged out of control. Spears of nuclear fire rained from the skies. Continents were swallowed in flames and fell beneath the boiling oceans. Humanity was almost extinguished, their spirits becoming part of the background radiation that blanketed the earth.
A quiet darkness fell across the planet, lasting many years. Few survived the devastation. Some had been fortunate enough to reach safety, taking shelter in great underground vaults. When the great darkness passed, these vaults opened, and their inhabitants emerged to begin their lives again.
One of the northern tribes claims they are descended from one such Vault. They hold that their founder and ancestor, one known as the "Vault Dweller," once saved the world from a great evil. According to their legend, this evil arose in the far south. It corrupted all it touched, twisting men inside, turning them into beasts. Only through the bravery of this Vault Dweller was the evil destroyed. But in so doing, he lost many of his friends and suffered greatly, sacrificing much of himself to save the world.
When at last he returned to the home he had fought so hard to protect, he was cast out. Exiled. In confronting that which they feared, he had become something else in their eyes...and no longer their champion.
Forsaken by his people, he strode into the wasteland. He traveled far to the north, until he came to the great canyons. There, he founded a small village, Arroyo, where he lived out the rest of his years. And so, for a generation since its founding, Arroyo has lived in peace, its canyons sheltering it from the outside world. It is home. Your home.
But the scars left by the war have not yet healed. And the Earth has not forgotten."

Fallout 3:

“War. War never changes.
Since the dawn of humankind, when our ancestors first discovered the killing power of rock and bone, blood has been spilled in the name of everything: from God to justice to simple, psychotic rage.
In the year 2077, after millennia of armed conflict, the destructive nature of man could sustain itself no longer. The world was plunged into an abyss of nuclear fire and radiation.
But it was not, as some had predicted, the end of the world. Instead, the apocalypse was simply the prologue to another bloody chapter of human history. For man had succeeded in destroying the world - but war, war never changes.
In the early days, thousands were spared the horrors of the holocaust by taking refuge in enormous underground shelters, known as vaults. But when they emerged, they had only the hell of the wastes to greet them - all except those in Vault 101. For on that fateful day, when fire rained from the sky, the giant steel door of Vault 101 slid closed... and never reopened. It was here you were born. It is here you will die.
Because, in Vault 101: no one ever enters, and no one ever leaves."

Fallout: New Vegas

"War. War never changes.
When atomic fire consumed the earth, those who survived did so in great, underground vaults. When they opened, their inhabitants set out across ruins of the old world to build new societies, establish new villages, forming tribes.
As decades passed, what had been the American southwest united beneath the flag of the New California Republic, dedicated to old-world values of democracy and the rule of law. As the Republic grew, so did its needs. Scouts spread east, seeking territory and wealth, in the dry and merciless expanse of the Mojave Desert. They returned with tales of a city untouched by the warheads that had scorched the rest of the world, and a great wall spanning the Colorado River.
The NCR mobilized its army and sent it east to occupy the Hoover Dam, and restore it to working condition. But across the Colorado, another society had arisen under a different flag. A vast army of slaves, forged from the conquest of 86 tribes: Caesar's Legion.
Four years have passed since the Republic held the Dam - just barely - against the Legion's onslaught. The Legion did not retreat. Across the river, it gathers strength. Campfires burned, training drums beat.
Through it all, the New Vegas Strip has stayed open for business under the control of its mysterious overseer, Mr. House, and his army of rehabilitated Tribals and police robots.
"You are a courier, hired by the Mojave Express, to deliver a package to the New Vegas Strip. What seemed like a simple delivery job has taken a turn…for the worse."

Fallout 4:

"War. War never changes.
In the year 1945, my great-great grandfather, serving in the army, wondered when he'd get to go home to his wife and the son he'd never seen. He got his wish when the US ended World War II by dropping atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
The World awaited Armageddon; instead, something miraculous happened. We began to use atomic energy not as a weapon, but as a nearly limitless source of power.
People enjoyed luxuries once thought the realm of science fiction. Domestic robots, fusion-powered cars, portable computers. But then, in the 21st century, people awoke from the American dream.
Years of consumption lead to shortages of every major resource. The entire world unraveled. Peace became a distant memory. It is now the year 2077. We stand on the brink of total war, and I am afraid. For myself, for my wife, for my infant son - because if my time in the army taught me one thing: it's that war, war never changes.”

(I think this was when me and my friend were talking about which Fallout game was the best) (And yes, I didn't do the Fallout: Tactics intro because it was so long.)

[.gυy-мanυel.]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=em0MknB6wFo