youre my son cause you shine like one.

TFW you realized you were merely being contained, quarantined to not spread on 6 pages of necroing threads from 1996 when the undertaker threw mankind off the top of the cage in hell in a cell at wrestlemania.

like an abandoned pet in a shelter; you were taken, spayed, and barked in this little cage, while i allowed the rest of the vault to go free of your spam posting. The psychological impact of what I just did to you, and revealed t you just now, will have far lasting impacts on all your future attempts to spam the vault again. You will always wonder; did this nigga really just bait, trap, kill, skin, and cook a nigga like dat? Yes, the answer is yes.

I trapped you like an IG golddigger does to athletes. You're now paying me child support for the next 18 years.

The only thing that will blow your mind more than this revelation just did, is the fact that I created you. I made you, a sock, just to entertain myself and make myself look this good right now.

I know, everyone is thinking how the fuck this did nigga have such uncannily accurate foresight and insight, backed with an unerring cunning instinct? That there is no way that I could conceive, enact, and spark the catalyst that would lead you into my trap card.


you may go now, butterfly. Better than when I found you.


love, rubbinns.



Rubbinns wrote on Aug 7^th, 2018 at 6:19am:

Stay! Good girl... who's a good liddle girl? you are! you're a good little girl.

Mogambo Guru wrote on Aug 7^th, 2018 at 8:42am:


Look, you are boring. I could give a fuck. But, punk ass switch bitches like yourself don't get to invoke 2pac. It's against the rules of the game. The game you don't understand.

Mogambo Guru wrote on Aug 7^th, 2018 at 2:54pm:


You are too stupid. But at least I got one chuckle out of your stupidity. Keep up the good work.

Mogambo Guru wrote on Aug 7^th, 2018 at 3:07pm:



I will reply to you at my leisure, which I know will just drive you nuts.  You crave attention.

Imagine still being imprisoned in your own device. even after you were knowingly alerted to your circumstances, even after my machinations and clever schemings trapped you here and revealed to you what had occurred to get you here...

yet you still stay; while the rest of the vault is uncontaminated by your vile being.

you have witnessed the seraphic, almost a divine intervention on my part to spare the rest of this actuality of the vault from your ramblings and thread necros.

they should hail me as their lord jesus god-emperor, but what just transpired here is too deep for many to even contemplate and ponder, let alone accept and appreciate. the levels of nuance, countering, complexity and feints that were set in motion by my near omnipotent creativity have left you in a state of disarray.

an almost soul shattering cascading feeling washed over you after you had realized what it is that I just had done to you. you were left broken, bent, and reeling. with no other course of action but to remain here, swallow your pride and continue being contained in your prison.

the cognitive dissonance was too much for your meager intellect to parse, and so your only reprieve was to keep on acting as if you were not trapped. yet in reality; you are still here; in the very box I had lured you in. even after i had set you free. your stockholm syndrome is so deeply embedded into your psyche that I have now imprinted myself onto you. you will never again know peace.

your every waking moment will be spent trying to convince yourself that this really didnt happen to you. but every time you see my name; your mind cannot help but to release all the negative feelings you tried to repress, and in doing so will stay here forever. lashing out into the void.

so finely spaced was my maneuver that you never realized you were being corralled the entire time. herded. one of my flock.

in here, a hell of sorts, you are nothing. less than nothing, a facet of a soul. not a whole spirit like the others. to them you are just a phantom now. here you cannot even cast a shadow. not even a shade.   

Rubbinns wrote on Aug 7^th, 2018 at 4:18pm:



That's just it. Maaaaybe you're helping. Or maybe you are feeding the gimp. Jury is still out.

Slick Stick wrote on Aug 7^th, 2018 at 4:21pm:

you are the jews that killed jesus.

Why is it that every time a gaggle of homos gets together to talk about me, they end up sounding like a support group for rape victims?

haha rubbins winning!! fucktwat

So, what have we learned here?

1) Some people will fall for any bait, no matter how obvious.

2) Those same people will work their asses off to prove a point that is, in fact, pointless.

3) The idiots who think they're clever will out themselves given half-a chance.

4) I can set up any series of hoops, knowing full well and in all confidence, that someone's going to jump right through them

5) Victory is not something you "claim" so much as "exhibit."

6) What did he out, like 3 more socks?  That boy Rubbins never going to make the big bucks, his chosen pastime is pattently unprofitable.

7) The "backfire" effect of other board members  outting him as a loser was TRULY hilarious; the clown went silent real quick after that...except to celebrate...the outting...of the trolling angle he  fell for: exquisiteness achieved.

8) I am the man.

9) No seriously, I am.

10) You got nothing.