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[Concluded] Super Sawed-Off Giveaway

In loving memory of W.Foster, Pick a number from 1-1000 and reply with it. Winning number will be randomly generated and closest person to that number wins. Only 1 entry per person.

Giveaway concludes on the 8th September and I’ll be on the server at like 6pm UK to give everyone thier stuff.

Main Prize is:

Still got about 13 mp5s and some good T3 items to give away as runner up prizes.
Have fun.

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420

S M O K E W E E D

(am I cool yet?)

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742
Nevermind that i sold it to you, maybe i can still get it back

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237

10 Characters, huh?

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911

Fuck you 10 characters

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500

AND I WOULD WALK-nevermind.

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453 eh, just gimme it reeeeeee

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666
lets believe in ubtterfly and rainbows as we walk to heaven

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123

(post must be atleast 10 characters also ligma)

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131
like tiger 131

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Thank you for your kindness!

19

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42- the meaning of life, the universe and everything.

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22 (even though that statically isn’t a great option)

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322
Free will is a myth. Religion is a joke. We are all pawns, controlled by something greater: Memes.

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668

Because that’s how many scraps i have right now.

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700 yeaaah maaannnn

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512

Six bars laid across the sky
Four empty walls to fill the time
One careless word, you lose your life
A grave new world awaits inside

Lycanthropic survival instincts
Embrace the beast and shun the weak
Awake the primal one that sleeps inside
Or feel the shiv(er) running through your spine

The time is slipping by no peace in sight
But the teeth of time still hold their bite

My hands are painted red
My future’s painted black
I can’t recognize myself, I’ve become someone else
My hands are painted red

Schizophrenic amnesia
Bid goodbye to all you knew and loved
Forget the only life that you knew outside
They bought the ticket, now you take the ride

The time is slipping by no peace in sight
But the teeth of time still hold their bite

My hands are painted red
My future’s painted black
I can’t recognize myself, I’ve become someone else
My hands are painted red

Another number quickly learns the rules
A hidden burner waits to point at you
A subtle gesture and you’re ventilated
Talk isn’t cheap here, bleed out in payment

Six bars laid across the sky
Four empty walls to fill the time

My hands are painted red
My future’s painted black
I can’t recognize myself, I’ve become someone else
My hands are painted red

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333
10 characters

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520

That would be my first exotic

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45
Post must be at least 10 characters

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