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Looking into their post history gives insight onto why they felt the need to make such demands.
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"Ah yes because the most important part here is my weight, and not the 8 months I spent working on hand making this costume.
What have you built recently?"
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fat/ugly people should not cosplay. All male cosplay should be done by attractive people.
I dont care about foids so fat chicks can keep cosplaying and fricking lonly nerds at cons
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The main reason I don't play mmos is the women. They shit up the board and post too much fan art. Like i just want to learn rotations stop making art of everyone being gay.
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never would've guessed that a man obsessed with dressing like a nihonjin warrior is f*t
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Shoulda spent 8 months losing weight.
Women also mostly suck at sword fighting. They don't have the height or the reach for it. One with a lot of experience will beat on a newer person but same level and it's almost never an actual contest.
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Clearly didn't get enough!
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Average g*mer
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People who post their cosplay are such insufferable attention whores. This
clearly didn't get the attention xer was craving the first time
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I went to the Starbucks at the Camino Real Marketplace by myself, like I usually did every morning. I ordered my coffee and sat down on one of their chairs to relax. A few moments later, when I looked up from my drink, I saw a young couple standing in line. The two of them were kissing passionately. The boy looked like an obnoxious punk; he was tall and wore baggy pants. The girl was a pretty blonde! They looked like they were in the throes of passionate sexual attraction to each other, rubbing their bodies together and tongue kissing in front of everyone. I was absolutely livid with envious hatred. When they left the store I followed them to their car and splashed my coffee all over them. The boy yelled at me and I quickly ran away in fear. I was panicking as I got into my car and drove off, shaking with rage-fueled excitement. I drove all the way to the Vons at the Fairview Plaza and spent three hours in my car trying to contain my tumultuous emotions. I had never struck back at my enemies before, and I felt a small sense of spiteful gratification for doing so. I hated them so much. Even though I splashed them with my coffee, he was still the winner. He was going home to have passionate heavenly s*x with his beautiful girlfriend, and I was going home to my lonely room to sleep alone in my lonely bed. I had never felt so miserable and mistreated in my life. I cursed the world for condemning me to such suffering.
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