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Octane: High octane Minecraft gameplay
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Octane: Times have been tough, so please take this picture of my cat Octane sitting funny as a de-stresser!
Octane: Times have been tough, so please take this picture of my cat Octane sitting funny as a de-stresser!

Times have been tough, so please take this picture of my cat Octane sitting funny as a de-stresser!

Octane: so after a bit of time putting my PC together and getting all my stuff settled I can finally show off the Octane setup! Never thought I'd get this all at 14
Octane: so after a bit of time putting my PC together and getting all my stuff settled I can finally show off the Octane setup! Never thought I'd get this all at 14

so after a bit of time putting my PC together and getting all my stuff settled I can finally show off the Octane setup! Never thought I'd...

Octane: "C is for Cadillac". An image from my Seinfeld alphabet project. Created in C4D and Octane.
Octane: "C is for Cadillac". An image from my Seinfeld alphabet project. Created in C4D and Octane.

"C is for Cadillac". An image from my Seinfeld alphabet project. Created in C4D and Octane.

Octane: 87 octane just hits the spot, you know?
Octane: 87 octane just hits the spot, you know?

87 octane just hits the spot, you know?

Octane: Pie octane
Octane: Pie octane

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Octane: pybun: octane players after a match where i revived them 8934512 times
Octane: pybun:

octane players after a match where i revived them 8934512 times

pybun: octane players after a match where i revived them 8934512 times

Octane: Double Leg Amputee Female Octane Cosplay
Octane: Double Leg Amputee Female Octane Cosplay

Double Leg Amputee Female Octane Cosplay

Octane: OCTANE PHYSICAL EDITION LEAK (MAYBE) 🤤 I SO NEED THIS IN MY LIFE IF THIS IS REAL! 😍
Octane: OCTANE PHYSICAL EDITION LEAK (MAYBE) 🤤 I SO NEED THIS IN MY LIFE IF THIS IS REAL! 😍

OCTANE PHYSICAL EDITION LEAK (MAYBE) 🤤 I SO NEED THIS IN MY LIFE IF THIS IS REAL! 😍

Octane: hi To cheer anyone up,he wants to say hi :) it’s my boy Octane!
Octane: hi
To cheer anyone up,he wants to say hi :) it’s my boy Octane!

To cheer anyone up,he wants to say hi :) it’s my boy Octane!

Octane: Anonymous 11/21/19(Thu)04:34:27 No.814541547 Urban Witcher: Chapter 2 Part 2 >Before I can cringe, I'm sent sailing through the air at mach 1 >Ears are ringing and I'm seeing red >Pretty sure my leg is--yep it's broken >Fuck >My armor seems to have taken the brunt of the blast, cracking a few ribs in the process >thankgodformedicare.jpg >Rain has stopped, and the sky has opened up a bit Wipe the blood from my eyes >Head is spinning as I use every ounce of energy to crawl to my feet >Pain shoots through my body like a lightning bolt as I shamble over to the blast crater >Discard my mangled chestpiece in the process >Support my weight against the trunk of the splintered tree >Stare down into the crater, about twenty feet in diameter >Below is the gore of the incel's lifeless body amidst a smattering of green pulp >Any tendies or GBP it was carrying are surely destroyed >trynottocry.mov Anonymous 11/21/19(Thu)04:35:03 No.814541575 File: yeeyee.jpg (87 KB, 360x360) >Lower myself into the crater to retrieve the incel's blockish head >Attach the proof of kill to my belt and begin wading my way back to the edge of the crater whydoismelldeisel.aav >Then I hear it The unmistakable sound of pistons slamming about a Cummins V8, barreling through the woods >"Fucking poachers" >lt's getting closer >Clamber out of the crater to see a thick cloud of black exhaust smoke trailing above the treetop Moments latera lifted red truck comes screaming out of the treeline, sporting confederate flags and barreling straight toward me >Stand my ground as the truck makes a sharp right turn and begins several wide donuts, kicking mud several feet into the air "YEE YEE," a redneck hollers from the back of the truck >The 4x4 comes to a halt >Door opens and the blond-haired driver drops down from the lifted cab, muddying his boots We stare expressionless at each other as he spits from his tobacco-lined mouth "Well, well. Lookie what we got ourselves here. A witcher!" >"Yeeee?" his meth-mouthed companions croon "What the hell are you doing this far west?" I groan through the pain >'"Well now, mister witcher..." >His face twists with a sly grin "Imight have to ask you that same question. Bein' as your KIND ain't welcome 'rOund these parts neither. Since the whole uhh... you know...incident" >'"That's none of your concern" 'Ohhhhh so it isn't now is it?" >"You see cause we were just on our way to see Auntie Clement's funeral--God rest her soul'--when we heard the crackin' of a cold one 'bout a mile out and decided to come check it out." >knewthatwasabadidea.rar "And now. Seein' as you got a nice bounty on your hip, and a few broken bones by the looks of it, we might jus' havuh forgo Auntie Clement's funeral and see to it that you get a proper burial yerself." "Show me what you got, cousinfuckers" "GIDDY-UP BROTHERS, WE GETTIN' PAID TODAY!" "YEEEEE YEEEEE" >All four of Blondie's trailer-trash goons leap from the vehicle, sporting MAGA hats and an assortment of shotguns and pistols >Duck behind the splintered tree as rounds begin to fly my in direction >Wince hard as a bullet lodges itself in my shoulder >Pinned down >Nowhere to go >They're closing in gottathinkfast.docx >Dig through my satchel frantically searching for a bottle of Dragon's Dream "Let's see how you like this" >Toss the bottle over my shoulder a few feet towards them >Rednecks can't resist the taste of high octane gasoline mixed with Tennessee Whiskey Wait for it... >Wait for it.. now.exe >Leap from behind the tree >All four of the filthy scum are hunched over the bottle, feverishly fighting for a sip >Blondie is leaned cooly against his truck, smoking a Marlboro red beneath his tan cowboy hat >Cast Igni on the lesser filth, sending a pyrokinetic burst from my palms and igniting the brown concoction in their hands >Their scorched bodies are sent flying a short distance They roll about in the mud, screaming in anguish and clawing at their burning faces as I stride confidently toward Blondie >'"YEEEEEE! YEEEEEEEEEE! YEEEeeeeee. yeeee. Ye" >He quickly turns to his truck and pulls out a fully decked out AR-15 >"Now now. S-stay back you motherfucker," he stammers >Continue forward >Shaking visibly, he racks the charging handle and points the rifle at me >"Stay back!" >Stop, chest pressed against the barrel of his gun >He pulls the trigger >click.mp3 >"W-what in heaven's name?" He sputters confusedly "Thirty-round mags don't work in California, dumbass" >A wave of sheer terror sweeps across Blondie's sun-bleached face >With a quick snap of the neck, he falls limp into the mud "Amateurs" Anonymous 11/21/19(Thu)04:39:53 No.814541744 File: 711.jpg (95 KB, 612x612) >Gather what loot I can find along with an M9 pistol from one of the bodies Just like the one I used to carry years ago couldcomeinhandy.ppt >The adrenaline and Bud Light is wearing off >Pain begins to pulse throughout every fiber in my body >Exhausted >Bleeding >With immense effort, I make the short climb up to the 7/11 >Bell jingles as I stumble inside riingg.mp3 "Hello welcome to 7/11 open seven hours a day eleven days a we--Bund mara, holy fuck!" "Hey Rajeed," I gurgle, bleeding everywhere >"Ma chod, you are fucked up my friend!" >Fall into the arms of the small-framed punjabi as my world begins to spin > "Ar...I need... to get... to," I sputter with the last of the air in my lungs >"Ariz..." >"Do not worry my white-haired friend, I will take care of you" >"Zona..." >His black beady eyes are the last thing I see before my vision caves in >"My cousin drives an Uber" riinggg.mp3 KOH Anon is a witcher
Octane: Anonymous 11/21/19(Thu)04:34:27 No.814541547
 Urban Witcher: Chapter 2 Part 2
 >Before I can cringe, I'm sent sailing through the air at mach 1
 >Ears are ringing and I'm seeing red
 >Pretty sure my leg is--yep it's broken
 >Fuck
 >My armor seems to have taken the brunt of the blast, cracking a few ribs in the process
 >thankgodformedicare.jpg
 >Rain has stopped, and the sky has opened up a bit
 Wipe the blood from my eyes
 >Head is spinning as I use every ounce of energy to crawl to my feet
 >Pain shoots through my body like a lightning bolt as I shamble over to the blast crater
 >Discard my mangled chestpiece in the process
 >Support my weight against the trunk of the splintered tree
 >Stare down into the crater, about twenty feet in diameter
 >Below is the gore of the incel's lifeless body amidst a smattering of green pulp
 >Any tendies or GBP it was carrying are surely destroyed
 >trynottocry.mov
 Anonymous 11/21/19(Thu)04:35:03 No.814541575
 File: yeeyee.jpg (87 KB, 360x360)
 >Lower myself into the crater to retrieve the incel's blockish head
 >Attach the proof of kill to my belt and begin wading my way back to the edge of the crater
 whydoismelldeisel.aav
 >Then I hear it
 The unmistakable sound of pistons slamming about a Cummins V8, barreling through the woods
 >"Fucking poachers"
 >lt's getting closer
 >Clamber out of the crater to see a thick cloud of black exhaust smoke trailing above the treetop
 Moments latera lifted red truck comes screaming out of the treeline, sporting confederate flags and barreling straight toward me
 >Stand my ground as the truck makes a sharp right turn and begins several wide donuts, kicking mud several feet into the air
 "YEE YEE," a redneck hollers from the back of the truck
 >The 4x4 comes to a halt
 >Door opens and the blond-haired driver drops down from the lifted cab, muddying his boots
 We stare expressionless at each other as he spits from his tobacco-lined mouth
 "Well, well. Lookie what we got ourselves here. A witcher!"
 >"Yeeee?" his meth-mouthed companions croon
 "What the hell are you doing this far west?" I groan through the pain
 >'"Well now, mister witcher..."
 >His face twists with a sly grin
 "Imight have to ask you that same question. Bein' as your KIND ain't welcome 'rOund these parts neither. Since the whole uhh... you
 know...incident"
 >'"That's none of your concern"
 'Ohhhhh so it isn't now is it?"
 >"You see cause we were just on our way to see Auntie Clement's funeral--God rest her soul'--when we heard the crackin' of a cold one 'bout
 a mile out and decided to come check it out."
 >knewthatwasabadidea.rar
 "And now. Seein' as you got a nice bounty on your hip, and a few broken bones by the looks of it, we might jus' havuh forgo Auntie Clement's
 funeral and see to it that you get a proper burial yerself."
 "Show me what you got, cousinfuckers"
 "GIDDY-UP BROTHERS, WE GETTIN' PAID TODAY!"
 "YEEEEE YEEEEE"
 >All four of Blondie's trailer-trash goons leap from the vehicle, sporting MAGA hats and an assortment of shotguns and pistols
 >Duck behind the splintered tree as rounds begin to fly my in direction
 >Wince hard as a bullet lodges itself in my shoulder
 >Pinned down
 >Nowhere to go
 >They're closing in
 gottathinkfast.docx
 >Dig through my satchel frantically searching for a bottle of Dragon's Dream
 "Let's see how you like this"
 >Toss the bottle over my shoulder a few feet towards them
 >Rednecks can't resist the taste of high octane gasoline mixed with Tennessee Whiskey
 Wait for it...
 >Wait for it..
 now.exe
 >Leap from behind the tree
 >All four of the filthy scum are hunched over the bottle, feverishly fighting for a sip
 >Blondie is leaned cooly against his truck, smoking a Marlboro red beneath his tan cowboy hat
 >Cast Igni on the lesser filth, sending a pyrokinetic burst from my palms and igniting the brown concoction in their hands
 >Their scorched bodies are sent flying a short distance
 They roll about in the mud, screaming in anguish and clawing at their burning faces as I stride confidently toward Blondie
 >'"YEEEEEE! YEEEEEEEEEE! YEEEeeeeee. yeeee. Ye"
 >He quickly turns to his truck and pulls out a fully decked out AR-15
 >"Now now. S-stay back you motherfucker," he stammers
 >Continue forward
 >Shaking visibly, he racks the charging handle and points the rifle at me
 >"Stay back!"
 >Stop, chest pressed against the barrel of his gun
 >He pulls the trigger
 >click.mp3
 >"W-what in heaven's name?" He sputters confusedly
 "Thirty-round mags don't work in California, dumbass"
 >A wave of sheer terror sweeps across Blondie's sun-bleached face
 >With a quick snap of the neck, he falls limp into the mud
 "Amateurs"
 Anonymous 11/21/19(Thu)04:39:53 No.814541744
 File: 711.jpg (95 KB, 612x612)
 >Gather what loot I can find along with an M9 pistol from one of the
 bodies
 Just like the one I used to carry years ago
 couldcomeinhandy.ppt
 >The adrenaline and Bud Light is wearing off
 >Pain begins to pulse throughout every fiber in my body
 >Exhausted
 >Bleeding
 >With immense effort, I make the short climb up to the 7/11
 >Bell jingles as I stumble inside
 riingg.mp3
 "Hello welcome to 7/11 open seven hours a day eleven days a we--Bund mara, holy fuck!"
 "Hey Rajeed," I gurgle, bleeding everywhere
 >"Ma chod, you are fucked up my friend!"
 >Fall into the arms of the small-framed punjabi as my world begins to spin
 > "Ar...I need... to get... to," I sputter with the last of the air in my lungs
 >"Ariz..."
 >"Do not worry my white-haired friend, I will take care of you"
 >"Zona..."
 >His black beady eyes are the last thing I see before my vision caves in
 >"My cousin drives an Uber"
 riinggg.mp3
 KOH
Anon is a witcher

Anon is a witcher

Octane: PLIS Apex legends octane cosplay
Octane: PLIS
Apex legends octane cosplay

Apex legends octane cosplay

Octane: LUS ULTRA I thought you guys would like my Octane drawing I did during math
Octane: LUS ULTRA
I thought you guys would like my Octane drawing I did during math

I thought you guys would like my Octane drawing I did during math