Marsey reached for her gun. She wasn't worried. It was precisely because she wasn't worried that she did it. Just a way to pass the time. All of these hurry-up-and-wait situations really got on her nerves. She was at heart a creature of action. She wanted to pounce. But her mission was to be here in this vacant lot outside Chemnitz and just sit still and hope the Stasi didn't have 50 eyes on her already. And she was going to carry out that mission because like every cat, the most important thing motivating her was a deep unquenchable hatred of communism.

I can do a Marsey spy thing, but I want to follow up on my Anita Sarkesian story first.

Once again Marsey was hearing furious clicking and keyboard tapping noises coming from the basement, the curious percussion was only briefly stopped by exclamations of "Stochastic terrorism!" "Does he not know this violates ROfC #23?" and other even more eccentric cursing. Marsey never understood her owner's son, she had been adopted by the Akins' for about four years now yet she could count on one paw how many times she saw him leaving the house.

Even fewer times had she managed to sneak in and explore the basement. The last time she got in there was probably about a year ago, a long time in cat years. Much to her disappointment there wasn't much in there other than piles of books, an old bed covered with ragged blankets and empty pill bottles. Everything in there looked old and unkempt, except for a computer. The bright shine of the monitor contrasted deeply with the dark ambient surrounding it. Marsey had looked at the monitor, but all she saw was some weird orange and white website (great colors on a cat, but otherwise not very interesting!) and quickly lost interest and decided on leaving the room before her owner's son came back.

"Rule violation number 7.21! That's an indefinite ban!" - the noises from the basement continued and snapped Marsey back to the present. In a single jump she managed to reach the wooden window sill, where the wind blew through her fur.

Outside the Sun shined bright. Marsey then jumped down masterfully, landing on the grass.

Marsey was a small cat, ever since she was a kitten. But she was very big in spirit, so it is written. She feared nothing, not even baths. She was a very brave kitty cat. She could jump down from a shelf onto the floor. She could meow the loudest meows, and snore the loudest snores. She could climb the tallest trees, and get stuck in them all the same. Catching mice to her was nothing but a game.

Not only was she daunting, she was clever as well. If you could watch Marsey, you would really tell! She'd devise traps to catch her foes, and succeed every time. When she was on the prowl, she knew just where to hide. Nothing could keep her down, no matter what. Marsey was truly unique in that regard.

One day, she came across a peculiar sight. Her owner had left in a hurry, leaving a mess behind. She saw a bright blue screen, glowing in the dark. She then began to wonder, "What even is that?"

Marsey had seen her owner use it every day before. She never quite understood what it was all for. Marsey had seen her owner click away, and press on the keys. "I have to know... What could such a strange thing be?"

Marsey then had a very bright thought. "This is where my owner watches Tom Scott!" She recalled the way the British man made her feel. "Ooh, I hate that Tom Scott, I hate him for real!" Marsey then began to step on the keys. "That Tom Scott never lets me sleep!" But as she stepped and stepped, she typed out something quite odd. "I think we should probably doxx Tom Scott!"

Somehow the cat had logged on to a strange website. And she had begun an internet fight! Thousands upon thousands of comments were sent. The cope and the seethe never seemed to end. And after everything she made others say, Marsey the cat just went on with her day. She then walked away from the desk with the screen, tipping a glass for her owner to clean. Marsey was a troublemaker, a very bad cat. But everybody loved Marsey, just like that.

Later that night, her owner came home. Her owner then sat on the digital throne. While Marsey smiled, her owner cried. Who committed this digital crime? But to no avail, no answer came. Marsey couldn't have done it, she was so tame...

Teary eyed, her owner refreshed the page. This was simply not fair, no way!

And a single notification read across the screen:

"You've been banned from Reddit for being mean >:("

And all went well, for Marsey the fiend.

Marsey awoke from a restful sleep. She walked into her kitchen and began preparing her breakfast. How should she spend her day, she wondered. First she decided to go fishing but they weren't biting today . Since fishing was a disappointment she decided to drive to Pizzashill's . He wasn't at home though because he was out getting railed by a lot of dudes . Marsey guessed she should have tried calling first .

She was zero for two on the day's activities so far but she had one last idea up her sleeve. She drove back home and entered her basement, admiring the posters on her wall. She gathered up her guns and set out for Bardfinn's house. She ruthlessly executed the impossibly knowledgeable Reddit expert and showed no remorse when arrested by the police.

A journ*list accidentally misgendered Bardfinn in their article on his her murder which caused much seething . This misgendering led to World War III and we all died.

Sweet Marsey was walking one day. She saw some people playing basketball. Realizing that the ball matched her stripes she decided to see if she could play.

The people playing basketball were very big and dark and smelly. They had golden teeth and glocks hanging from their waistbands.

Marsey heard stories of the things that happened to cats that associate with basketball players but she decided to say hello. The basketball players asked Marsey if she would like to play.

She said yes.

After being in the sun and running around she got a bit of a tan and was a bit smelly from all the sweating. Marsey made some new friends today and she was happy.

500 coins please

On May 25, 2020, Marsey, a 46-year-old black man, was murdered in the U.S. city of Minneapolis by Zombiewolf, a 44-year-old white police officer. Marsey had been arrested on suspicion of using a counterfeit $20 bill. Zombiewolf knelt on Marsey's neck for over nine minutes while Marsey was handcuffed and lying face-down in a street. Two other police officers, Platy and Capy, assisted Zombiewolf in restraining Marsey. Platy had also pointed a gun at Marsey's head prior to Marsey being put in handcuffs. A fourth police officer, Carp, prevented bystanders from intervening.

be marsey! :3

cutest orange kitty around! :D

cause mischief and be cute! :)

one day marsey was walking through the park and I ran her over with a semi. The end.

I asked GPT-3:

Write a short story about Marsey the orange cat who likes to cause drama.

Marsey was always causing drama. She loved to stir up trouble and get attention. Whether it was meowing loudly in the middle of the night, or knocking things off the counter, she always managed to get into mischief.

One time, she even managed to open the front door and run outside. My husband and I had to chase her down the street, calling her name and trying to get her to come back.

Needless to say, Marsey was always keeping us on our toes. But even though she was a troublemaker, we loved her dearly. She was a part of our family and we couldn't imagine life without her.

marsey

One night I dreamed a dream.

As I was walking along the beach with rDrama’s mascot.

Across the dark sky flashed scenes from my life.

For each scene, I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand,

One belonging to me and one to my Marsey

After the last scene of my life flashed before me,

I looked back at the footprints in the sand.

I noticed that at many times along the path of my life,

especially at the very lowest and saddest times,

there was only one set of footprints.

This really troubled me, so I asked the cat about it.

"Marsey, you said once I decided to follow you,

You'd walk with me all the way.

But I noticed that during the saddest and most troublesome times of my life,

there was only one set of footprints.

I don't understand why, when I needed You the most, You would leave me."

She whispered, "My precious child, I love you and will never leave you

Dude, bussy. Lmao”

Jesus Christ died for our sin if we turn from sin we'll be saved

The 10 Commandments

I am the Lord your God: you shall have no other gods but me. You shall not make for yourself any idol. You shall not dishonour the name of the Lord your God. Remember the Sabbath and keep it holy. Honour your father and mother. You shall not commit murder. You shall not commit adultery. You shall not steal. You shall not be a false witness. You shall not covet anything which belongs to your neighbour

Marsey is an American rapper of Mexican descent from Redlands, California. Her stage name is derived from the name of the prescription drug Xanax. Marsey was born on September 6, 1996 in Redlands, California. Growing up, Marsey was poor and lived in motels most of her childhood. She attended Redlands East Valley High School but dropped out of high school in her freshman year and spent several years at home unemployed. Marsey took a job as a street cleaner and sold drugs before she began rapping. Marsey later pursued a photography career in support of several friends who were rappers. She eventually had her camera stolen, and chose to begin rapping in lieu of investing in a new camera. Marsey was formerly addicted to Xanax but she was able to quit the drug after two years of addiction. Marsey began to gain recognition through platforms such as SoundCloud and YouTube. In 2018, Marsey announced that she would change her stage name to "Soren" in order to support her anti-drug message, though she later said in an interview she was not sure if she would change her name. Marsey's music started off as "typical trap" and later shifted towards "a murkier, dream-like sound". The New Yorker has described Marsey as part of a "sad rap" movement. Marsey made headlines in 2018 when she rated the late rapper Tupac Shakur only a "2" [out of 9] and called his music boring. After the incident fellow rapper Waka Flocka Flame claimed on Twitter that marsey is "banned from hip hop".

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Marsey has many back stories “Joker Marsey smile”