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          Poonmunch 
          Sand Mercenary Corps Inc. Interstellar Conquest Enterprises
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        Posted - 2013.07.12 22:13:00 -
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          Sung to the tune of the Who song "Behind Blue Eyes"
 
 
  No one knows what it's like  To be the bad man  To be the sad man  Behind red line 
  No one knows what it's like  To be hated  To be fated  To snipe between the eyes 
  But my Thales  Is not as empty  As my conscience seems to be 
  I have hours, only camping My love is tungsten  Between the eyes 
  No one knows what it's like  To feel these feelings  Like I do  And I snipe you 
  Nothing kicks ass as hard  As this rifle None of your pain and woe  Can show through 
  But my Thales  Is not as empty  As my conscience seems to be 
  I have hours, only camping  My love is tungsten  Between the eyes 
  When my finger clenches, crack it open  Before I use it and pop your head  When I smile, start to run faster  Before I shoot and make your blood pool
  And if youGÇÖre tanking anything proto  Put extenders on your coat  And if I see you, please give me a target  Keep me warm, let me shoot your throat 
  No one knows what it's like  To be the bad man  To be the sad man  Behind red line
 
 
  Munch
  P.S. What we simulate in this game is actually quite gruesome. | 
      
      
      
          
          gandalgrey 
          STRONG-ARMED BANDITS
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        Posted - 2013.07.12 22:17:00 -
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          Poonmunch wrote:Sung to the tune of the Who song "Behind Blue Eyes"
 
 
  No one knows what it's like  To be the bad man  To be the sad man  Behind red line 
  No one knows what it's like  To be hated  To be fated  To snipe between the eyes 
  But my Thales  Is not as empty  As my conscience seems to be 
  I have hours, only camping My love is tungsten  Between the eyes 
  No one knows what it's like  To feel these feelings  Like I do  And I snipe you 
  Nothing kicks ass as hard  As this rifle None of your pain and woe  Can show through 
  But my Thales  Is not as empty  As my conscience seems to be 
  I have hours, only camping  My love is tungsten  Between the eyes 
  When my finger clenches, crack it open  Before I use it and pop your head  When I smile, start to run faster  Before I shoot and make your blood pool
  And if youGÇÖre tanking anything proto  Put extenders on your coat  And if I see you, please give me a target  Keep me warm, let me shoot your throat 
  No one knows what it's like  To be the bad man  To be the sad man  Behind red line
 
 
  Munch
  P.S. What we simulate in this game is actually quite gruesome.   Brilliant love it | 
      
      
      
          
          Crash Monster 
          Snipers Anonymous
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        Posted - 2013.07.12 22:19:00 -
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          Poonmunch wrote:What we simulate in this game is actually quite gruesome.  
  Yep.
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          Kane Fyea 
          DUST University Ivy League
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        Posted - 2013.07.12 22:19:00 -
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          That was beautiful lol. | 
      
      
      
          
          itsmellslikefish 
          DIOS X. II Top Men.
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        Posted - 2013.07.12 22:21:00 -
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          This man is a lyrical genius, I, a fellow sniper, salute you.  | 
      
      
      
          
          Poonmunch 
          Sand Mercenary Corps Inc. Interstellar Conquest Enterprises
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        Posted - 2013.07.13 06:46:00 -
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          itsmellslikefish wrote:This man is a lyrical genius, I, a fellow sniper, salute you.   
  And I salute you, my brother.
  And all my brethren.
 
  Munch | 
      
      
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