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About Gyths

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  • Biography Part-time Cthulhu activist, full-time mayonnaise manufacturer, citizen of Pangaea, and an ubiquitous symbol of the downfall of our modern society. Glorious, amirite?
  • Location Location.
  • Interests I'm a simple man, I like dnak may-mays and dnak may-mays only. No exceptions.
  • Occupation Expert Lurker at your service.

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  1. MRW I realized I didn't stop making dnak may-mays, but dnak may-mays stopped making me might as well call this Minespatch's thread of memes, eh?
  2. Never thought I needed this in my life... Yeah, never did.
  3. Stalker Series summed up in 5 seconds


  4. "The memes, they're fluctuating! At this point of the tide, I'm afraid these dnak may-mays won't last another recession!"
  5. 2 Seasons of Chestderps:

    • Halloween:                      Forum4.jpg
    • Christmas:                      Forum3b.jpg
    1. PiturcaClaudiuStef


      the perfect spook and christmas presents box

  6. Wow that was fast
  8. Puts a whole new definition to Beet Stew Beets me, anyways
  9. At this point we're carving our tributes on this thread's death-bed.
  10. When you're finally a dying meme and have to create something fast to keep existing:
  11. If the sprited chestderp wasn't atrocious enough (no hard feelings Zeklo)...
  12. Pleated shirts for a while have been the scourge of the gifting system, costing merely 2 cents. Lore has it that posting dnak may-mays decreases the drop rate of said curse by... 0.0001%. Better get to posting.
  13. 8 days prior to the Steam Summer Sales: I have finally enlightened myself by the brisk, clean oxygen of the outside world. I have enclosed myself indoors and barricaded the doors with planks, but since then I have gathered of what I could manage is food.

    Times have changed, the town of mine has long since moved to a state of total anarchy, the sky rains fire and brimstone, and children run with flailing spines of their deceased foes. The beaches stain red with bloo--

    oh wait. I'm in Florida.