his name is the mighty meh'dih tihrrayniin
he hails from M'irocc, the ancient lands, an ageless continent of utter horror, which sank into the great sea aeons before the first man drew a breath.
'and I saw that day one horror, the very existence of which was beyond my human capacity of description, that to this day has still haunted me like flies beating at the lobes of the sleeping ear.'
'to describe even a fraction of the terror I experienced in those final minutes in the wretched, dead city of M'irocc would be doing the reader a great disservice, for I fear a single word of the ageless forgotten language uttered in those unending depths of the earth would send any sane man into the thralls of madness.'

Can I get a ride to this?

bored and over caffeinated thread was bored and over caffeinated

You did coke early in the morning again dont lie, we all know the
Boston scene bro

typos all the time or you take your time typing

I dare not delve any further into the horrid detail of how this thread delivered - suffice it to say, it did deliver. Oh, in such unmentionable ways! The unspeakable delivering capabilities within this cursed thread are of unfathomable terror...

heard its sold out

kid your moms sold out

SOME FUCKING RITARD SHIT RIGHT HERE. TYPICAL BOSTON SCENE FAG SHIT

:(

EH, DON'T PARK YOUR ELDRITCH HORRORS TOO CLOSE APART, EH?

Not a day has gone by since when I did not rue that sanity-blasting thread of M'irocc, nor the deathless messageboard upon whose front page it lay, endlessly topped like some malformed lizard sunning itself under the cold grey light of the abominable plateau of Leng. How this thread remained eternally topped, and how my finger was drawn inexorably to the qik reply button, comprise a tale which I fear to tell, yet am no longer able to keep to myself.