Optimus Prime Rib wrote:RamHelpsYou and I grew up together in the rugged hills of Ukraine. Life was always tough for Ram and I, earning our survival day to day, living off the land. One day we were confronted by foreign men, a pale color with a dialect we had never heard before. These men took us away across the vast ocean to their land, enslaving us to work in their fields. For many years we did this until one day Ram decided it was enough, and we were to escape back to our homeland. The masters made us sleep in shackles at night, paired together so to make escape more difficult. That night Ram and I snuck out of our shelter, to the master's estate. Ram knew that in the kitchen the master kept sharp utilities that would help us undo our shackles. Ram forgot that his wrist had swollen from a bee sting a few days ago, so to assure our freedom, he cut his own hand off in sacrifice to free us. To stop his bleeding Ram knew that heat would stop the wound, as we learned from being branded by our masters, so he turned on the fire in the kitchen and burned close his wound. While this was happening, the master's companion, a small furry wolf or dog, not seen in our homeland, walked into the kitchen and started to yell at us in his native tongue. We did not realize but master was on his way already down the stairs. We saw the master and his three sons rush into the kitchen all with very big guns. They yelled at us but we did not understand, but Ram knew they meant to harm us. Ram took the knife he had just used to sever his hand and dived over the counter, knocking down all of master's kitchen items. Ram landed first on the smallest of the children, thrusting the blade into the little one's chest, causing much blood and yelling, which stopped very shortly. Ram took the gun the small one dropped and without much knowledge of such tools, aimed it wildly toward the others and managed to hit the eldest son in the neck, causing all of his top to explode, very gruesome. The master and his last son had become so scared they tried to shoot at Ram, but his crazed eyes and bloody body had them not moving. Ram took the other gun the eldest son dropped as he didn't know to put more bullets in other gun, and shot the master in his chest, making his heart and insides spill throughout kitchen area. He took the last child and like the clubbed weapons we knew, mashed its head until the pale man was not moving, and his brains could see us all. Ram saved us that night and we escaped back to homeland where families said we are heroes to them. Never forget that night Ram and I will not, without Ram I would be lost, I am forever in debt to him.
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1. You will never be able to slay. Even when you get admin.You'll never be able to.
2. You did the introduction wrong,Read the instructions bro.
3. If you play the funserver, and if you just said you won't abuse your admin,You're doing it wrong.
4. Pancakes
5. You only know thursday because you gave items to noclip you.
6. Knowing you, when you get admin, You will constantly change to breakfloor. Just sayin
7. We can't vote you for admin unless you put in your steam ID. Unless you were bombarded with yes/no votes and decided to remove it before I noticed this thread.
