what did you say to me copy pasta

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Navy Seal Copypasta (also known as the "Marine Copypasta", "Internet Tough Guy Copypasta" and "Gorilla Warfare Copypasta") is a facetious bulletin containing a serial of ridiculous claims and grandiose threats that portray the poster equally an Internet tough guy stereotype. In the original post, the writer claimed to be a one-time Navy Seal with a long history of combat experiences, using comical typos and hyperboles similar "Gorilla Warfare," "300 Confirmed Kills" and "I tin impale you lot in over 700 means with just my bare hands." Since its emergence in mid-2012, the copypasta has spawned a variety of spin-off stories, similar to the John Copypasta meme.

Origin

The copypasta is believed to have originated on the military and weapons enthusiast image board Operator Chan quondam in 2010. The earliest archived posting was submitted on Nov 11th, 2010 to 4chan'south /jp/^[four] (Otaku Civilisation) board, in which the poster claimed to have seen the message previously on Operator Chan.

What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, yous piddling bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my grade in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous undercover raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'chiliad the elevation sniper in the entire US war machine. You are zilch 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 go abroad with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think once more, fucker. Equally we speak I am contacting my hole-and-corner network of spies across the United states and your IP is beingness traced right now and so you better set up for the storm, maggot. The tempest that wipes out the pathetic trivial thing yous call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over 7 hundred ways, and that'due south only with my blank hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I take access to the entire arsenal of the United states of america Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, y'all piffling shit. If but you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was virtually to bring down upon yous, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. Merely you lot couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the cost, y'all goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and y'all volition drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo.

On May 24th, 2012, an bearding user submitted a thread to the /pasta/^[1] lath, challenge he had created the original copypasta 2 to three years prior (shown below).

Navy Seal Copypasta and someone claiming to be the orginal internet tough guy - also has crude drawing of character puking rainbows

Spread

On Apr fourth, 2012, Redditor fahottie submitted a screenshot of a YouTube comment featuring the copypasta to the /r/funny^[eight] subreddit (shown below), where it received more than 20,000 up votes and 970 comments prior to being archived.

navy seal copypasta with Gorilla warfare corrected to guerilla

On May 22nd, YouTuber Copypasta Sings uploaded a musical version of the copypasta (shown below), which received over 87,000 views and 780 comments in the adjacent 9 months.

On August 17th, Urban Dictionary ^[seven] member 487j submitted an entry for the term "gorilla warfare," defining it as preparation that "fake Navy Seals" receive. On Nov 16th, Newgrounds^[v] user JoePorter134 uploaded a dramatic reading of the copypasta. On Jan 10th, 2013, Redditor LiterallyKesha submitted the bulletin to the /r/copypasta^[three] subreddit and provided links to several notable variations. In the side by side month, the post received over 75 upwardly votes and 135 comments.

Richi Phelps Facebook Post

On February 13th, 2013, ten-yr-old Richi Phelps posted a status update featuring a version of the copypasta adapted to Mexican slang on his Facebook profile page.

In the following hours, Phelps' status update spread virally beyond the social networking site, with many Facebook users mocking the boy with photoshopped images for making exhibitionistic claims like having "extensive military preparation" background and "an arsenal of weapons" at his disposal, while unaware of the fact that it was a copied message. By February 14th, Phelps' viral status update had been identified as an adapted version of the Navy Seal copypasta. That same day, the Mexican news sites SDP Noticias^[10] and Sipse^[9] reported on the phenomenon.

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2019 Christchurch Mosque Shootings

On March 15th, 2019, shootings took place at the Al Noor Mosque and Linwood Islamic Centre in Christchurch, New Zealand, during which at least 49 people were killed and an additional 20 were injured. The attacks were livestreamed by the shooter on Facebook, which showed the shooter entering a mosque while shooting a shotgun, before switching to an assault rifle and murdering people within. In a document shared on 8chan prior to the shooting, the suspected shooter put a version of the Navy Seal Copypasta nether the heading "You are a bigot,racist,xenophobe,islamophobe,nazi,fascist!" (shown below).

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Notable Variations

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