Why the fuck should I? You gays always shit up Warwick threads bemoaning about the "hate" he received I realised after a while that it's fucking pointless educating you fucks. Beyond the fact more newfags will always flood in to groan Warwick hate and ask 'why' over and over, you fuckers simply weren't there when the meme took off 4 years ago. You won't get it even if explained to you. You were never there for that golden age of one upsmanship with new verbose torture pastas day in day out. Instead I'll call you what you are: a gay newfag.
Warwick and his wife forcing their mutual affliction on their wretched progeny is part of the Warwickposting lore but it was never *the* cause for the meme.
How I dreameth upon maiming the accursed visage of the cur Warwickshire David. To merely ambulate and then sally forth before striking the creature's maw with my armored toe. Behold! The force of my blow hath sent the deformed demon streaming across the courtyard.
Now he lies there - defeated! Lo, there are his teeth strewn across the market's grounds. Hark! There he goes gagging on his black blood! With the hellspawn, somehow, brought down even lower, I gloat with trimumph. Its eyes meet mine, and in them they yearn for my succour; my forebearance. No quarter is granted to the malevolent midget. My boots ascends, then descends, and his cranium is split asunder and the mortal coil is finally rid of the creature's sinful attendance.
midge
Why do we hate him so much anyway? Why don’t other dwarves get the same treatment, is Dinklage /ourguy/ or do we hate him too?
this is manlet board sweetie, every 4ft dude is /ourguy/
>Why do we hate him so much anyway?
Newfag.
At least answer the question
Why the fuck should I? You gays always shit up Warwick threads bemoaning about the "hate" he received I realised after a while that it's fucking pointless educating you fucks. Beyond the fact more newfags will always flood in to groan Warwick hate and ask 'why' over and over, you fuckers simply weren't there when the meme took off 4 years ago. You won't get it even if explained to you. You were never there for that golden age of one upsmanship with new verbose torture pastas day in day out. Instead I'll call you what you are: a gay newfag.
Lol why so mad? Not a newfag anyway just don’t come to this shitty board that often.
Well yeah but he was hated here before that
>we
It’s one autist. No one else thinks about him.
>Why do we hate him so much anyway?
Because he chose to have children with a fellow dwarf knowing that he would doom those kids with his shit genes.
If he wanted children he could have adopted but he was selfish.
Warwick and his wife forcing their mutual affliction on their wretched progeny is part of the Warwickposting lore but it was never *the* cause for the meme.
he mentioned Cinemaphile and said he was seeking legal advice after a semi humourous copy pasta was spammed here
Destroying the craniums of midges with steel capped boots is a fine art, anon.
All the shitposts, all the violent copypastas, they really took a toll on Warwick’s psyche and then he snapped
It is immoral for them to procreate, but then most people who do have no business raising kids so I can't really hold that against him.
Does the family of the ant he attacked have a GoFundMe or some other way I can donate and support them?
why doesnt he grow a beard?
funny lil monkey fella
So did go something like this:
>#shorts
looks like he finally got fed up with Pilkington's bantz
He assaulted the sole of my steel-toe boots with his face!
Warwick was trained in the face to foot style? Rad!
I heard that he told a woman that her hair smells nice...
How I dreameth upon maiming the accursed visage of the cur Warwickshire David. To merely ambulate and then sally forth before striking the creature's maw with my armored toe. Behold! The force of my blow hath sent the deformed demon streaming across the courtyard.
Now he lies there - defeated! Lo, there are his teeth strewn across the market's grounds. Hark! There he goes gagging on his black blood! With the hellspawn, somehow, brought down even lower, I gloat with trimumph. Its eyes meet mine, and in them they yearn for my succour; my forebearance. No quarter is granted to the malevolent midget. My boots ascends, then descends, and his cranium is split asunder and the mortal coil is finally rid of the creature's sinful attendance.