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everyone please report this guy @Fossil , we all know chesscom isn't a place for racism and abusing I'm getting scared of this kinda ppl, help me reporting this guy for abuse ...😢😢😢

Three very large persons sitting round a very large fire of beech-logs. They were toasting mutton on long spits of wood, and licking the gravy off their fingers. There was a fine toothsome smell. Also there was a barrel of good drink at hand, and they were drinking out of jugs. But they were trolls. Obviously trolls. Even Bilbo, in spite of his sheltered life, could see that: from the great heavy faces of them, and their size, and the shape of their legs, not to mention their language, which was not drawing-room fashion at all, at all. “Mutton yesterday, mutton today, and blimey, if it don’t look like mutton again tomorrer,” said one of the trolls. “Never a blinking bit of manflesh have we had for long enough,” said a second. “What the ’ell William was a-thinkin’ of to bring us into these parts at all, beats me—and the drink runnin’ short, what’s more,” he said jogging the elbow of William, who was taking a pull at his jug.

This outfit is so all over the map that it's impossible to hone in on one vibe or one genre. And epic funeral metal dirge to open, followed by melodic horror punk, weird blues influences and classic '80s SoCal all collide in Indonesia to create Nokturnal - a collection of EP tracks, a split with GHAUST and a handful of live recordings from the early '10s. The simple fact that KELELAWAR MALAM land so far outside any recognizable realm only reinforces the fact that DIY music outside of the so-called First World is infinitely more interesting than whatever the current cool thing is. I'm not saying your favorite record label releases sheit records....I'm just saying that 5 minutes into their muziks and my mind starts to melt and I wish I was in Indonesia. 

Whenever I get a package of plain M&Ms, I make it my duty to continue the strength and robustness of the candy as a species. To this end, I hold M&M duels. Taking two candies between my thumb and forefinger, I apply pressure, squeezing them together until one of them cracks and splinters. That is the “loser,” and I eat the inferior one immediately. The winner gets to go another round. I have found that, in general, the brown and red M&Ms are tougher, and the newer blue ones are genetically inferior. I have hypothesized that the blue M&Ms as a race cannot survive long in the intense theater of competition that is the modern candy and snack-food world. Occasionally I will get a mutation, a candy that is misshapen, or pointier, or flatter than the rest. Almost invariably this proves to be a weakness, but on very rare occasions it gives the candy extra strength. In this way, the species continues to adapt to its environment. When I reach the end of the pack, I am left with one M&M, the strongest of the herd. Since it would make no sense to eat this one as well, I pack it neatly in an envelope and send it to M&M Mars, A Division of Mars, Inc., Hackettstown, NJ 17840-1503 U.S.A., along with a 3×5 card reading, “Please use this M&M for breeding purposes.” This week they wrote back to thank me, and sent me a coupon for a free 1/2 pound bag of plain M&Ms. I consider this “grant money.” I have set aside the weekend for a grand tournament. From a field of hundreds, we will discover the True Champion. There can be only one.  

we can sit and wait for something great to happen(that i believe would happen) or make it ourselves, things horrendous but that good. we must accept the hard times, cold , pain and hunger, these are what makes us real. suffer with a purpose and get back that idealic life. we live in a society in need of anti natalism. ethics and virtues are short term pleasuers and technology took us far away from truth. embrace the grug

as we can see their is no admins in this club and i want admins so anyone who will add 25 members gets admin 

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