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Remember Chris Chan?

58 Name: Anonymous 2018-06-16 02:49
The mere image of Chris chan ignite the flames of even the most holy of saints and pure souls. Don't fight for Chris chan
59 Name: Anonymous 2018-06-17 14:44
So is Chris Chan dead or not?
60 Name: Anonymous 2018-06-17 18:16
Isn't this how democracy works?
61 Name: Anonymous 2018-06-17 19:22
Fuck off with this cringe, you lonely 12 year old sperg. Got a problem with someone? Grow the fuck up, look them in the eye and tell them.

You snivelling little cowardly piece of shit.
62 Name: SuperFratBoyExtreme 2018-06-17 19:33
I must confess to my collaboration with the Illuminati to bring down the west from within. Kanye West was our primary agent to insure western destruction
63 Name: Anonymous 2018-06-18 02:51
64 Name: Anonymous 2018-06-19 18:26
When did fatty-bashing become acceptable from the Left progressives?
65 Name: Anonymous 2018-06-21 19:19
A free market like what the US has is great. If you're poor, you can be rich! The problem is how lazy people are, and then they bitch about things not being equal when they just want a handout.
66 Name: Anonymous 2018-06-22 18:28
I don't care what anybody says. In my opinion, 9/11 was a national tragedy.
67 Name: Anonymous 2018-06-23 19:26
Confess your lies, your misgivings, your fears, confess.
Confess your wants, your needs, your evil deeds, confess.

68 Name: Anonymous 2018-06-24 17:16
69 Name: Anonymous 2018-06-25 21:00
Any1 want to critic a piece of shit I wrote?

A soft breeze passed through the dune as the morning sun peaked over the distant pillars of sand. The desert floor came to life as wind caressed its surface, rolling grains of sand creating a dusty mist. Local wildlife crept from the dark corners yet untouched by the rising sun eager to find the days first meal. Imani slept on her side hugging her knapsack closely to her chest. She lay still till a brilliant orange beam of light slowly swept over her face. Squinting her eye's she took in a breath of the dry morning air and exhaled. Leaning forward in her sleeping bag she yawned and stretched her arms as far as she could, dispelling the hold of drowsiness upon her.

Pulling her knees to her chest she looked to the others sleeping around her. Huddled together were three Opteran's, bipedal insectoid creatures that stood as tall as any human. Yellow grey skin was covered by a hard carapace that padded their shoulders, knees, and covered the length of their chest and waist. Long boney arms hung at their sides and two black beady eyes, devoid of emotion, dotted their face. She stood up from her sleeping bag and walked over to where they slept. The three were tightly packed together, " As together as a can of sardines," she thought to herself. She nudged Bito, the unofficial translator of the trio, and stood back when his eyes popped open. He clicked and chirped as he slowly rose to meet Imani's stare.

"Time to get up, the sun's starting to rise and I want to reach the Gouge before noon," Imani explained, "no telling what trouble we may find if we doddle to long out here." Bito glanced around at their surroundings, nodded and gave a click of agreement. "I wake others. You pack-yes?" He responded in broken English. A slight click came with every few words. Imani nodded back and began packing her sleeping bag. Bito knelt by his kin and gently poked at their wide foreheads with his thin fingers. Imani peered from the corner of her eye as he woke them. For what seemed like an expressionless race, they expressed a tender side towards their own. Follic woke first, with Ren right after and soon the morning expedition was underway. The sun steadily rose in the distant casting a blanket of light over the silent desert.

Imani's feet sunk into the sand with each step, making long-distance travel an exhausting affair, at least for her. She looked up the hill at her Opteran companions ahead. They traversed the hill with relative ease, their bodies slim and light. A bead of sweat rolled down her temple, she rose her hand to wipe it away. The knapsack weighed heavily on her back. Each step met with a great force of effort. Suddenly she walked into Ren's back almost toppling him over in the process. Ren clicked, annoyed. "Wha? Whats the holdup?" Imani groaned as she made her way past him to the top of the hill. She stood atop the hill and saw what appeared to be an old abandoned village. Buildings with crumbling walls shattered windows and loose doors populated the village below. Large fields of crops lay on the outskirts unattended and had been long dead. Ren looked to Bito made a series of clicks and chirps while pointing to the village. Bito nodded and clicked back, placing his open hand on Ren's chest, a sign heeding to be alert. Ren confirmed his warning and sprinted down the hill leaving a trail of dust in his wake.

"You sure its safe for him to go alone?" Imani asked Bito. "Yes. Ren good-scout. Very quick. No catch." Bito responded with a sense of pride. He appeared to care deeply for the ones he traveled with but Ren more than most. They watched as Ren speedily mad his way toward the edge of the village and took cover behind what seemed to be a farmhouse missing its main doors. He cautiously peered inside, and sure that no danger was present made his way to the building closest to it and did the same. After some time, Ren returned to the group. He swept his hand across his forehead, a sign of "all clear". They all made their way to the ruins of the village and began to scavage for supplies that could be useful.

Imani's search proved fruitless. No food, water or a single unbroken tool. The place was ravaged not by time, but by raiders. Not uncommon in that time it was a staple of everyday life. A crude reminder that the world was cruel and unforgiving. Follic entered a small shack just outside the crop fields one hand on his sidearm, a small rugged bone dagger he carved himself. An overturned bookcase lay on the floor in the center of the room. The only light emitted from the entryway of the shack illuminating the dust floating in the air. He looked to the walls and saw empty tool shelves and faded blood spattered on the wall. Not much filled the shack so Follic turned his attention to the overturned bookcase and lifted it. Peaking under a glisten of light reflected off something in the pile of rubble underneath. Follic reached one hand into the pile and grasped the orb-like object. Its metallic surface shone brilliantly in the sun casting reflections of light onto the walls. He clicked and chirped in excitement.

The group gathered at the center of the village by makeshift gallows at the allotted time to share their findings. "I haven't found a damn thing. Any luck on your ends?" Imani reported looked to Bito to translate. He turned to the others and let out a string of clicks. They in turn responded. "Nothing," Bito said dishearted. Imani crouched and leaned against the beams of the gallows. "Alright, let's take a breather before we head out." She sighed as she began to pull out her water pouch. The Opteran's all sat down with the exception of Bito. "I search-more. Maybe treasure hides in fields." He said. "Knock yourself out," Imani gasped between gulps," you know where to find us." Bito made his way to the fields north of the village.

Imani pulled out her rations, a food brick, compressed bread beans and rice. "What I would do for a piece of meat right now," she thought to herself," its been too long. She looked at the other two. They had pulled out desert mice long dead from their bags and were ripping it apart with their hands. The stench of decay filled the air. "Oh god that's disgusting!" She exclaimed, her face twisting in disgust. Follic continued ravaging the little mouse and putting chunks of semi-decayed meat in his mouth. Ren looked up to Imani and extended his hand with chunks of flesh in his palms. He chirped happily as if to offer her some. She looked at the mess before her and then to Ren. His beady eyes stared blankly back at her. "No thanks Ren, I no longer have an appetite." She forced back a gag and put the food brick back into her bag. Ren shrugged and stuffed the handful of meat into his mouth and swallowed whole.

Time passed. Then some more. Eventually, worry crept into Ren causing him to be uneasy. He chirped to Follic who did not turn to respond. Another chirp and Follic clicked a few times, waving his hand in the air lazily. Ren looked to Imani and clicked. She looked up and though his face showed no expression she also felt the touch of worry ping in her chest. "Its been too long since Bito left. We have to go check on him. Make sure he's okay. Right, Ren?" He looked back at her in confusion. She stood up and grabbed her knapsack. "Let's go find him." She yawned. She motioned with her hand indicating for them to follow. Follic lazily stood up while Ren sprung to attention. The three gathered their belongings and made way to the dead crops at the end of the village.

Thats what i made. Any thoughts critics welcome.
70 Name: Anonymous 2018-06-30 12:38
Any1 want to critic a piece of shit I wrote?

No I don't SFBE.
71 Name: ~*CowShit*~ 2018-06-30 22:39
Dick fuck!
72 Name: CuckFunger 2018-07-01 19:06
The user and all related content has been deleted.
73 Name: Anonymous 2018-07-05 13:28
I did it.
74 Name: Anonymous 2018-07-29 23:38
75 Name: Anonymous 2018-09-13 06:47
Is he died yet?
76 Name: Anonymous 2018-09-13 17:35
Don't know and don't care.
77 Name: Anonymous 2018-09-15 17:05
When will you understand that you're better off posting anonymously? You get rekt all the time.
78 Name: Anonymous 2018-09-16 00:21
He/her just can't help him/herself.
79 Name: Anonymous 2018-09-20 12:01
Is it deed yet?
80 Name: Anonymous 2018-09-30 17:08
no matter how much you whipe your butt there will still be poopoo on it
81 Name: Anonymous 2018-10-05 21:53
would you let Link (Zedla) suck your dick?
you're not straight if you would
you're probably bisexual, though, and not just gay
these are the terms that you must be okay with
82 Name: Anonymous 2018-11-08 17:31
You faggots don't know Chris Chan, the legendary meme retard from 2011. Meet him in his full glorly, he is pussy slayer extraordinaire of cats and is a full blown high functioning autist that's a trans too.
His youtube is cwcville guardian. Please drop a comment on his twitter if you can and help get kittens out of this fat faggots home.
83 Name: Anonymous 2018-11-08 23:05
3 day ban incomming
84 Name: Anonymous 2018-11-23 16:54
What is going on with Chris?
85 Name: Anonymous 2018-11-23 22:28
Chris Chan now identifies as Christine. The most recent video was of Chris stroking his/her flaccid penis while shouting the lyrics to 'All Star' by Smash Mouth.
86 Name: Anonymous 2018-11-24 04:02
Also quite literally pulled the "send money or these kittens die" stunt, and got mad when people sent vet medicine instead.
87 Name: Anonymous 1974-11-21 23:22
Well im glad that his dad died not seeing him this way
88 Name: Anonymous 2018-11-24 15:09
Well i already had a bad experience with that song now this is burned into my memory
89 Name: Anonymous 2018-12-13 07:38
Anyone have the latest Chris chan video.
90 Name: Anonymous 2018-12-16 14:30
Can't wait for the latest Chris chan rage video over Sonic the Movie having blue arms, maybe the cop will get him on terrorism or some shit.
91 Name: Anonymous 2018-12-17 16:25
How much longer do you think Chris-chan has? I can't see him living for much longer.
92 Name: Anonymous 2018-12-18 07:37
A long long time, the internet needs CWC, we can't let him lose hope.
93 Name: Anonymous 2018-12-18 13:25
Didn't know that fucker was still alive.
94 Name: Anonymous 2018-12-19 10:34
Someday, someday.
95 Name: Anonymous 2018-12-28 15:40

He just made content for you.

Shit all over it.

Make it so nobody produces anything valuable for this place EVER.
96 Name: Anonymous 2018-12-28 16:30
Are you guys fucking serious. Chris-Chan is a public figure. He's making content. It's directed toward you.
97 Name: Anonymous 2018-12-28 17:21
No fucking way!! Do the farms know about this?!
98 Name: Anonymous 2018-12-28 18:11
No, go find them and tell them.
99 Name: Anonymous 2018-12-28 18:45
I think anon is referring to kiwifarms
100 Name: Anonymous 2018-12-28 19:18
Anon is you, samefag. Thanks for the bump.
101 Name: Anonymous 2018-12-28 19:52
He's she or it is a lost cause now.
102 Name: Anonymous 2018-12-31 08:16
I wanna kill myself. I’m watching Chris Chan videos and All I can think about how my ex girlfriend and I would watch them together and fuck while watching. Ever since she left I’ve just wanted to kill myself in a mass murder suicide while blasting Doomer music like A light that never goes out by the smiths. I wish I was younger. I miss the older days of the internet. I miss old new grounds and making friends online and being happy. I’m just alone in my parents house miserable. I should just fucking end this terrible disturbing life. When I try to make friends people just say I’m a weird freak that likes gore and talks weird and says weird shit and talks about murder and rape too much.
103 Name: Anonymous 2018-12-31 12:43
Then just fucking change, all these people that say JUST BE YOURSELF IT’LL BE OK are fucking retarded, if you don’t like the way your situation is going change for the better you fucking retard.
104 Name: Anonymous 2018-12-31 23:50
How can you want to kill yourself while looking at CWC? He is the biggest loser alive since that EGS brony shooter killed himself, you should feel good!
105 Name: Anonymous 2019-02-07 21:41
He is an endless source of entertainment
106 Name: Anonymous 2019-03-24 18:17
I’m actually sad the ride is over. Who will take her place now? Goodnight sweet princess.
107 Name: Anonymous 2019-07-11 20:21
Why is it so hard for roasties and whores not to bend the charging cable at 90 degrees (194 Fahrenheit for amerifags) when replying to niggers on tinder when charging the phone?

I'm still using the charging cable from my iPhone 5, and the cables I got with my iPhone 6, iPhone 8 and iPhone XS have never been used

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