Quid futuendum fēcistī dīxistī recens futuēns mihi, tu canis femina parva? īnfōrmābō te diplomavi apex scholae mea in Classēs SEAL, et involūtus sum in incursiōnēs multae in Al-Quæda, et habeo super trecentī caedēs rata. Condoceor in mīlitiae sīmiōrum et sum apex sagittāriōs optimus in totum manūs armāta Americānus. Es nihil mihi sed tantummodo scopus alius. Dēlēbō te futuere ex cum accūrātiō hulusmodi numquam vīsus sum in hic mundus, intendite sermonibus futuēns meis. Putāsne potes abīre cum dīcēns quod merdās mihi super interrētī? Cōgitā iterum, futūtor. Dum loquimur, sum contactāns rēticulum arcanus ēmissāriōrum trāns USA et IP tuus vestīgātur iam ergo tu praeparēs pro tempestās, vermicule. Tempestās quod dēlet res flēbilis parvus tu vocās vita tua. Es futuēns mortuus, puere. Possum esse usquam, umquam, et possum necāre te in super septingentī modī variī, et est tantummodo cum manūs nūdī meī. Nedum sum conductus sum plūrifāriam in bellum inermis, sed habeō concessiō armāmentāriō tota de Corps Marinus Americānus et ūtar id ad amplitudine dēlēre cūlus misellus parvus tuus ex faciēs continentis, tu merda parva. Modo si scīverās quid tāliō impia annotātiō “scīta” tua dēscensūrus super te, fōrsitan tu habeās tenērēs linguam tua futuēns. Sed tu non potuistī, tu non fēcistī, et nunc es compensāns pretium, tu idiōta deus-rancidus. Iram cacābō undiquesecus te et obruēs in id. Es futuēns mortuus, puere.
Case in point, I have no clue what you wrote, but the intent is clear:
What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
Quid futuendum fēcistī dīxistī recens futuēns mihi, tu canis femina parva? īnfōrmābō te diplomavi apex scholae mea in Classēs SEAL, et involūtus sum in incursiōnēs multae in Al-Quæda, et habeo super trecentī caedēs rata. Condoceor in mīlitiae sīmiōrum et sum apex sagittāriōs optimus in totum manūs armāta Americānus. Es nihil mihi sed tantummodo scopus alius. Dēlēbō te futuere ex cum accūrātiō hulusmodi numquam vīsus sum in hic mundus, intendite sermonibus futuēns meis. Putāsne potes abīre cum dīcēns quod merdās mihi super interrētī? Cōgitā iterum, futūtor. Dum loquimur, sum contactāns rēticulum arcanus ēmissāriōrum trāns USA et IP tuus vestīgātur iam ergo tu praeparēs pro tempestās, vermicule. Tempestās quod dēlet res flēbilis parvus tu vocās vita tua. Es futuēns mortuus, puere. Possum esse usquam, umquam, et possum necāre te in super septingentī modī variī, et est tantummodo cum manūs nūdī meī. Nedum sum conductus sum plūrifāriam in bellum inermis, sed habeō concessiō armāmentāriō tota de Corps Marinus Americānus et ūtar id ad amplitudine dēlēre cūlus misellus parvus tuus ex faciēs continentis, tu merda parva. Modo si scīverās quid tāliō impia annotātiō “scīta” tua dēscensūrus super te, fōrsitan tu habeās tenērēs linguam tua futuēns. Sed tu non potuistī, tu non fēcistī, et nunc es compensāns pretium, tu idiōta deus-rancidus. Iram cacābō undiquesecus te et obruēs in id. Es futuēns mortuus, puere.
Case in point, I have no clue what you wrote, but the intent is clear: