HAKWSPACE SECRET SHITPOST SATAN PART THREE

HEY FUCKERS

IT'S THAT TIME OF YEAR OF AGAIN

TJE TIME WHEN WE SWND STUPID SHIT TO EACH OTHER (SHIT THAT WE PROBABLY WOULD HAVE MADE ANYWAYS) UNDER THE PRETENSE OF "CHRISTMAST", AND "GIFT GIVIGN CHEER".

READ THE PREVIOUS YEARS THREAD FOR MORE INFO BECUAES I CAN'T GIVE A FUCK ENOUGH TO EVEM REMEBER HOW THIS ALL WORKS MYSELF, LET ALLONE COPY IT ALL OVER, BUT BASICALLY ITS SECRET SANTA BUT FOR SHIPTOSTS.

SIGN UP HERE BY DECEMBER 10TH:

1. a52
2. Justice Watch
3. Numbers
4. Myeth
5. Wheat
6. Reyweld
7. Dragon Fogel
8. Joe Starman
9. ICan'tGiveCredit
10. CSJ
11. Kaynato

THE THEME THIST YEAR IS:

THERE IS NO THEME. THERE ARE NO RULES. DO WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT. WERE ALL ADULTS HERE. EXCEPT FOR MYETH.

WHAT

WHAT IS THIS
WHAT IS THIA FUCKERY

HAVE YOU GOTTEN INTO MY COMPUTTER HAVE YOU BEEN HACKED
WHERE IS RHE MESSAGE GONE

i wish to sign a the i up

THE THEME THIST YEAR IS:

THERE IS NO THEME. THERE ARE NO RULES. DO WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT. WERE ALL ADULTS HERE. EXCEPT FOR MYETH.

HEY

I started making this thread and then saw it was made 6 hours ago.

I'm in, of course.

And, a52, if you need a co-mod for name distributing purposes or otherwise...

I am in.

hello, one please

i would likke the IT

let me look up the price of Bad Rats keys

yes good. very good.

I started making this thread and then saw it was made 6 hours ago.

I'm in, of course.

And, a52, if you need a co-mod for name distributing purposes or otherwise...

ANNOUNCEMENT:

I HAVE GRACIOISLY ACCEPTED RRYWALDS GENEROUS OFDFER. HE SHALL BE MY COPRESIDENT FOR THIS EVENT AND WILL BE HELPIJG ME SEND OUT PMS FOR WHO TO MAKE YOUR GIFT FOR.

everyone, unfotrtnatly my laptop has dead, so i aam unable to make a good meme for my first shitpopst satan. i am [APOLOGY]

Wait, were you planning on making a *good* shitpost? Wild

((That sucks! I hope you are able to necromance your files without any trouble))

my lpatop has undeaded for a while now but i only rememebemr this shiptoast stana now. can i still sumbit shitpopst

my lpatop has undeaded for a while now but i only rememebemr this shiptoast stana now. can i still sumbit shitpopst

HUU... WHAT???

OH.

SHIT

AHEM. MY APOLOGIES FOLKS. IT APPEARS I MAY HAVE OVERSLEPT. SIGNUPS ARE OFFICIALLY CLOSED, AS OF... UM... NOW. EXPECT TO RECEIVE YOUR GIFTEE WITHIN THE NEXT FEW DAYS

ALL PARTICIPANTS WHOS E GIFTEES IS HANDLED BY ME HAS BEEN SENT A "PRIVATE MESSAGE" DETAILING WHO TO MAKE YOUR GIFT TO. REYWELD'S GROUP WILL RECIEVE THEIR PM WHENEVER REYWELD GETS TO IT. HE IS A BUSY MAN AND ALSO I KIND OF SPRUNG THIS ON HIM LAST MINUTE.

DO TO UNFORSEEN CIRCUMSTANCES ((i got sick and also i forgot)) THAT HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH MY ALRAM CLOCK MALFUNCITIONING, I SENT THESE OUT A LITTLE LATE. PARTICUIPANTS ARE ENCOURAGED TO TAKE TILL NEW YEARS TO FINISHE THEIR GIFT. IF THEY FEEL THEY NEED MORE TIME. OR YOU COULD JSUT PUT EVEN LESS WORK INTO IT. I PERSONALLY PREFER THE LATTER.

WHEN YOU FINISH THE GIFT, LOG INTO YOUR FIRENDLY NEIGHBORUHOOD GHOST OF SHIT POSTING PAST ACCOUTN TO SEND THE RECIPIENT YOUR PRESENT. I'LL PROVIDE THE PASSWORD IN A PM IN A BIT. JUST DON'T LOOK IN MESSAGE HISTORY. THOSE WHO SPOIL THEIR oWN GIFT WILL BE SHOT. THE WHOEL POINT IS THAT IT"S SECRET REMEMBER.


OH AND IF YOU DON't KNOW WHAT TO SEND YOUR RECPIT... REcPIPTNAT... RECIPPIRINT THE PERSON WHOSE GETTING YOURS'S GIFT, HERE ARE SOME EXAMPLES:

OOoOoOOOoOOooOO definitely not Reyweld here but his half of the pms are sent out now keep it fresh 2018 oooOOOOoooOoOOOO

i have received this mysterious and frankly intriguing message in the mail recently. i don't know who you are, but know these: 1. i would be more than eager to learn any dark arts or forbidden sciences you possess and 2. next time, perhaps consider responsibly rehosting your images on imgur or similar (as i have taken the liberty to do here)

An eldritch entity rises from the foaming waves and meets the captain.


I enjoy pineapple on my pizza, confirming my presence as the ?Tropical Antichrist?. My fruit-lust cannot be sated. There is a special place in hell for me, or so I've been told, for my transgressions against pizzakind.
"How durst ye defile thee ambrosia of Italy!" A Roman Catholic Pizza Priest scolded me, throwing flour at my face in the way that they usually throw holy water. Ah, but there is yet more to my evil deeds. I also dabble in the dark arts of meat manipulation, tossing in the hides of pigs, foulest of creatures! "YOU WRETCHED FOOL," onlookers point their trembling fingers in my direction, "THIS IS A TRAVESTY. LEAVE THIS PIZZANCTUARY."
It cannot be done. I haunt the realms of purity and pizzaeity, leaving behind destruction (and pizza crust) in my wake. Look upon my toppings and despair, earthlings!

What dark bargain shall ye strike with me, the Lucifer of all pizza?! I may reciprocate in the form of my dark teachings in the blood sciences, every cursed word lifting a horrid shriek from thy tongue! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH

Hahaha oh my

DISCLAIMER:

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Ahem--

a52 was dead: to begin with. Their passing left old Ebeneezer Reyweld as the sole proprieter of Hawkspace Industries.
And now it was Christmas Eve, and all the people were planning their Christmas shitposts. And old Reyweld would have none of it. He glanced over at his employee, Bob "the Pen" Cratchit, and cursed himself briefly for wasting memory on remembering the man's name.
"What are you doing, Cratchit?" he asked angrily. "It doesn't look like creating video content for us to monetize!"
"Oh, uh, I'm thinking of making a post where everything is alternating red and green words. I'm trying to figure out which shades are the most obnoxious."
"Bah! Hungburgler! We do not have time for shitposts here, Cratchit. Unless they are the sort of shitpost that goes viral and enhances our brand. Which this most certainly is not!"
"It could be," Bob "the Pen" Cratchit muttered weakly. "Anyhow, can't a guy have a little fun, Mr. Reyweld? It's Christmas!"
"Not on my watch!" Ebeneezer Reyweld boomed. "There is no room for 'fun' when there are clicks to be baited, likes to be harvested, and stale memes to be hamhandedly appropriated in a desperate attempt to connect with the youth. Now go and make more tweets from the corporate account, before we lose relevance in this fast-paced world!"
"Yes, sir," Bob sighed. "Can I edit a santa hat on our logo?"
"Will it bring us more views?"
"Uh, I don't know."
"Then don't bother finding out."
And so Ebeneezer Reyweld left for the day, frustrated that the Hawkspace Industries twitter only had 1543 weird dogs as followers.
It is now worth reminding everyone that a52 was dead to begin with, or else none of the events that follow will seem wondrous.
Later that night, Ebeneezer Reyweld was restless. He was tossing and turning and trying to sleep, but it was no use.
He was just about to get up and post in the 2 AM thread when suddenly, he heard the cry of a Bulbasaur.
"That's odd," Reyweld said. "There isn't any tall grass around here."
Curious, Reyweld went into the hall and listened closely. The cry seemed to be coming from another door.
Behind it was a52, bound by their own vines.
"Hey NERD," said a52, who was still dead. "Get it together already. I was just like you and only cared about shitposting for profit and now I can't use Vine Whip any more."
"But I can't use Vine Whip anyways," Ebeneezer Reyweld protested. "Why should I care about that?"
"That's not the point! The point is that three spirits are going to visit you tonight and they're going to teach you the true meaning of shitposts. So you better pay attention!"
"How merchandisable are these three spirits?" Reyweld asked.
a52 just rolled their eyes and vanished without another word.
Anyhow, we were going to do these cool bits where the three spirits turned up and took Ebeneezer Reyweld on a journey through his past, present, and future, but our budget ran out. So, uh, just imagine that part for yourself.

God these r some good shitposts!!

But can they defeat my baby, my child, my one and only harbringer of terror upon the realms above and below Mother Earth? Thank you to whomever sent this beautiful little friend to me, i will cherish them forever

I got a very SPECIAL santa surprise....

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hmmm, look's like the mouses are back at up to their old tricks...
but what is inside, that very large chest??



oh, oh no...



you silly mouses! that is not treasure! you have stolen santa claus!!!

Gosh, what are they gonna do with all that santa?

This is reminding me that I received, um, something, but I didn't share it.

So here it is.

i did/''t get my shiptopst snata spurise yet, rip