the one on the left has a incorrect skin tone

antiswarthy on the left

should i make more brunetto versions of named users?

the one on the right has a incorrect skin tone

antiswarthy's not brown enough

Three shitskins

@jimbo: this

@Alfietheboorufag: yes, do me next

B_B_Brunetto's left eye got fucked up by the bucket tool

Left and right incorrect skin tone, middle should be more white.

@H3K: ok

@Joe_Barbaro: You are 100% redditor i just know it

left and right should have the skin tone of middle

@Chud: Big Chungus oooh nana it is a meme about Bugs Bunny oooh ya ya

actually elaborate on that i'd like to know

@Joe_Barbaro: You are definitely the nigger from the schlog

Brunetto if he was a cosplayer

@Chud: never used that site

If you make a jimbo version where he's white, go kill yourself

@Chud: niko has a brownish skin anyways

Do not compare me to warrior z

@B_B_Ghast why not?

also i have to use that since the reply button appears to be "bugged" for me (any normal reply will show the comment blocked message)

@Alfietheboorufag: i dont spam, im not Muslim, im hecking wholesomerino, and because i said so or something.

@B_B_GHAST: You nigger and fat

@B_B_GHAST: You aryan and fit

@B_B_GHAST: In Arabic you abeed, in English you nigger

@Chud: cord meme

Chudnetto can be a subvariant.

In Loving Memory of Jimbo

We gather with heavy hearts to remember Jimbo-a man who lived simply but left a lasting mark on those who truly saw him. Short in stature and chubby in frame, he resided in a modest hut, lived on his own terms, and walked through life with a spirit that was raw, real, and entirely his.
Of African descent, Jimbo cherished his roots and found deep joy in the bold, comforting flavors of Afro cuisine. Meals with him were more than sustenance-they were expressions of love, memory, and identity. Food was one of the many ways he kept his culture close, and he shared it generously.
He was a person of contradictions-gentle but blunt, quiet but unforgettable. He bore a scent that many found hard to ignore-earthy, unapologetic, and part of the unfiltered truth he carried in every aspect of his life. Jimbo did not pretend. He was who he was.
Tragically, Jimbo died by suicide. We do not pretend to understand the weight he carried, nor the pain that brought him to that moment. But we do know this: he mattered. His life, in all its complexity, was worthy of love, compassion, and remembrance.
Let us not define him by how he left us, but remember him for how he lived-with honesty, depth, cultural pride, and a stubborn refusal to be anyone but himself. May we carry forward his memory not only with sorrow, but with tenderness and truth.
Rest peacefully, Jimbo.
You were seen. You are missed. You are loved.

In Loving Memory of Antiswarthy
We gather with heavy hearts to remember Antiswarthy-a man who lived simply but left a lasting mark on those who truly saw him. Short in stature and chubby in frame, he resided in a modest hut, lived on his own terms, and walked through life with a spirit that was raw, real, and entirely his.
Of African descent, Antiswarthy cherished his roots and found deep joy in the bold, comforting flavors of Afro cuisine. Meals with him were more than sustenance-they were expressions of love, memory, and identity. Food was one of the many ways he kept his culture close, and he shared it generously.
He was a person of contradictions-gentle but blunt, quiet but unforgettable. He bore a scent that many found hard to ignore-earthy, unapologetic, and part of the unfiltered truth he carried in every aspect of his life. Antiswarthy did not pretend. He was who he was.
Tragically, Antiswarthy died by suicide. We do not pretend to understand the weight he carried, nor the pain that brought him to that moment. But we do know this: he mattered. His life, in all its complexity, was worthy of love, compassion, and remembrance.
Let us not define him by how he left us, but remember him for how he lived-with honesty, depth, cultural pride, and a stubborn refusal to be anyone but himself. May we carry forward his memory not only with sorrow, but with tenderness and truth.

i regret making this

@Alfietheboorufag: Don't worry. We all make regrets

i still regret making the one in the middle