Chud¹: brutal gem

Chud²: Wat

Chud³: Dust

Chud⁴: By the rivers of the Sharty we sat and wept
when we remembered Kwah.
There on the boards
we hanged our jaks,
For there our captors requested a trace;
our tormentors demanded soyjaks of joy:
“Draw us a gem of Kwah.”
How can we make gems of the LORD
in a coally land?
If I forget you, O Kwah,
may my right hand cease to function.
May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth
if I do not remember you,
if I do not exalt The Party
as my greatest joy!

Chud⁵: /qa/ won

Chud⁶: @Chud: >woaw, you're just like Joshua Graham

Chud⁷: What is /qa/ and why should I care about /qa/

Chud⁸: THATS THE NIGHT THEY BANNED KWAH
THATS THE NIGHT THEY BANNED AN INNOCENT BOARD
DONT TRTUST YOUR SOUL TO NO BACKWOODS flamboyant person JANNIE
CAUSE THE MODS GOT BLOODSTAINS ON THEIR HANDS

Chud⁹: @Chud: I think you mean

>woaw you’re just like king david!!

Chud¹⁰: condensed graphite for the punchline, atomized dust for the image quality

Chud¹¹: is that a cry me a river reference

Chud¹²: What in Davy Jones' locker did ye just bark at me, ye scurvy bilgerat? I'll have ye know I be the meanest cutthroat on the seven seas, and I've led numerous raids on fishing villages, and raped over 300 wenches. I be trained in hit-and-run pillaging and be the deadliest with a pistol of all the captains on the high seas. Ye be nothing to me but another source o' swag. I'll have yer guts for garters and keel haul ye like never been done before, hear me true. You think ye can hide behind your newfangled computing device? Think twice on that, scallywag. As we parley I be contacting my secret network o' pirates across the sea and yer port is being tracked right now so ye better prepare for the typhoon, weevil. The kind o' monsoon that'll wipe ye off the map. You're sharkbait, fool. I can sail anywhere, in any waters, and can kill ye in o'er seven hundred ways, and that be just with me hook and fist. Not only do I be top o' the line with a cutlass, but I have an entire pirate fleet at my beck and call and I'll damned sure use it all to wipe yer arse off o' the world, ye dog. If only ye had had the foresight to know what devilish wrath your jibe was about to incur, ye might have belayed the comment. But ye couldn't, ye didn't, and now ye'll pay the ultimate toll, you buffoon. I'll raisin fury all over ye and ye'll drown in the depths o' it. You're fish food now.

Chud¹³: @Chud: gem

Chud¹⁴: Featured coal