Siding with the Enemy

Myself and several other members of the clan have been receiving messages from a player named ReallifeProduct. He is a former member of the BoM and he was dishonorably discharged. He feeds off the clan for new guys that want to just be in a good clan. Do not contact RealLifeProduct or you COULD be court-martialed for siding with the enemy. This is a real problem and I never want to see anything happen to any of us. Don't go into his spell of being able to make you join his clan. Talk to any member of staff for questions on RealLifeProduct.


Sergeant M. Shifar
Police Sergeant

He needs to get a fucking life. All he thinks about is someone is "Spying" on his clan. KFC Todd is a friend of mine who is in his clan and is now hating him, RealLife thinks he is spying for us. If you spy for a clan you 1. have no life 2. your gay. He wants to kick him out because he hangs with me. He told him one more time and he is out. You can't control clan members like that. I think he looks at that site a lot too.

Dumb asses I swear xbox is getting gay.

No. Xbox individually, isn't getting gay. The people you find on Xbox LIVE are getting gay.

Fortunately, with our new website, he won't be able to 'spy' on us. So, we have quite a few positives associated with our main website change.

Anyway, RealLife is a fucknugget. We all know this. Well, those of us who know him know this. Everyone else has to go off second-hand opinions. I just hope they're smart enough not to listen to his bullshit if they ever come into contact with him.

In fact, let me make it clear what his tactics and intentions are, in writing:

• He will act nice to you, to find base to talk with you.

• He will offer to give you a rank. No boot whatsoever.

• He will try to bash our clan and talk as if he knows more about the Corps than us.

• He will try to bash your clan leader, Captain Cartwright, and those who follow me faithfully.

• If you decline his offers, he will become more desperate and offer you a higher rank each time.

• Finally, if he realizes you cannot be turned, he will proclaim his attempts to recruit you were 'a joke' if you get annoyed by him messaging you.

There. That sums it up, pretty much. All I have to say is, keep RealLifeProduct off your friends' list and do not listen to his bullshit. He will try to reel you in with whatever stupid incentives he can think of. He's just a fifteen year old little punk, and unfortunately, he knows little about the true U.S. Marine Corps.

Cartwright wrote:

Anyway, RealLife is a fucknugget.

It should be douche nugget ask me later what it means

Hey I'm a faithfull mother fer for BoM also does he have other accounts because on BoM Steele someone tryed to recruit me on a Marine Corp clan Semperf Fi if someone could tell me that would be great

yea Cruelproduct and like mcfr blackhawk

Nice intel Corporal

ok thanks corpral

yea he has like one more i think i am working on it and thanks

well bottom line is he is a douche who thinks rank is all that matters oh and thanks for telling us that he more than one gamertag. by the way is shankland and reallifeproduct in the same clan or r they seperated?

They're in different clans as far as my knowledge spans, Lance Corporal. I wouldn't know though as he's not on my friends' list, nor do I intend to ever place him back on said friends list.

i have known him for 5 years he is evil i hate him and all who even r in the same party as him are considered the lowest form of shit possable in the world and nether world besides him ofcoarse and i have this saved for him when i see him

warning is long
You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. As they say in Texas. I’ll bet you couldn’t pour shit out of a boot with instructions on the heel. You are a canker. A sore that won’t go away. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you.
You’re a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.
You are a bleating foal, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done.
I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformation. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell?
Try to edit your responses of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it more rapidly.
You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your ignoble blood. May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish beliefs.
You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You’re a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won’t have sex with you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot.
And what meaning do you expect your delusional self-important statements of unknowing, inexperienced opinion to have with us? What fantasy do you hold that you would believe that your tiny-fisted tantrums would have more weight than that of a leprous desert rat, spinning rabidly in a circle, waiting for the bite of the snake?
You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral[size] equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease, you puerile one-handed slack-jawed drooling meat slapper.
On a good day you’re a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient
in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go.
You smarmy lager lout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off, pillock. You grotty wanking oink artless base-court apple-john. You clouted boggish foot-licking twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You gormless crook-pated tosser. You churlish boil-brained clotpole ponce. You cockered bum-bailey poofter. You craven dewberry pisshead cockup pratting naff. You gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted
fobbing beef-witted clapper-clawed flirt-gill.
You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad breath. You are degenerate,
noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away.
I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. I mean rock-hard stupid.
Dehydrated-rock-hard stupid. Stupid so stupid that it goes way beyond the stupid we know into a whole different dimension of stupid. You are trans-stupid stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid collapsed on itself so far that even the neutrons have collapsed. Stupid gotten so dense that no intellect can escape. Singularity stupid. Blazing hot mid-day sun on Mercury stupid.
You emit more stupid in one second than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. Your writing has to be a troll. Nothing in our universe can really be this stupid. Perhaps this is some primordial fragment from the original big bang of stupid. Some pure essence of a stupid so uncontaminated by anything else as to be beyond
the laws of physics that we know. I’m sorry. I can’t go on. This is an epiphany of stupid for me. After this, you may not hear from me again for a while. I don’t have enough strength left to deride your ignorant questions and half baked comments about unimportant trivia, or any of the rest of this drivel. Duh.
The only thing worse than your logic is your manners. I have snipped away most of what you wrote, because, well... it didn’t really say anything. Your attempt at constructing a creative flame was pitiful. I mean, really, stringing together a bunch of insults among a load of babbling was hardly effective... Maybe later in life, after you have learned to read, write, spell, and count, you will have more success.
True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us ”normal” people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering. But we sometimes forget that there are ”challenged” persons in this world who find these things more difficult. If I had known that this was your case then I would have never read your post. It just wouldn’t have been ”right”.
Sort of like parking in a handicap space. I wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a demand on you.
P.S.:
You are hypocritical, greedy, violent, malevolent, vengeful, cowardly, deadly, mendacious, meretricious, loathsome, despicable, belligerent, opportunistic, barratrous, contemptible, criminal, fascistic, bigoted, racist, sexist, avaricious, tasteless, idiotic, brain-damaged, imbecilic, insane, arrogant, deceitful, demented, lame, self-righteous, byzantine, conspiratorial, satanic, fraudulent, libelous, bilious, splenetic, spastic, ignorant, clueless, illegitimate, harmful, destructive, dumb,
evasive, double-talking, devious, revisionist, narrow, manipulative, paternalistic, fundamentalist, dogmatic, idolatrous, unethical, cultic, diseased, suppressive, controlling, restrictive, malignant, deceptive, dim, crazy, weird, dystopic, stifling, uncaring, plantigrade, grim, unsympathetic, jargon-spouting, censorious, secretive, aggressive,
mind-numbing, arassive, poisonous, flagrant, self-destructive, abusive, socially-reta[size=2]rded, puerile, clueless, and generally Not Good.
(yes, I’m done now)