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💪 Tough GuysDale Emanuel Wilson / Low Tier God / Dalauan Sparrow - The guy from the "YOU SHOULD KILL YOURSELF NOW" meme. Deadbeat father. Groomed at least two teenagers. "Black DarkSydePhil".
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For any tourists looking for a good overview of Dale, I finished my rewrite of this thread's OP a while ago. It hasn't been merged into this main thread yet, but it's readable in Prospering Grounds.
I couldn't realistically include every single incident from Dale's history, so the rewrite focuses on the major events and the ones discussed most frequently in this thread to catch people up to speed.
For any tourists looking for a good overview of Dale, I finished my rewrite of this thread's OP a while ago. It hasn't been merged into this main thread yet, but it's readable in Prospering Grounds.
I couldn't realistically include every single incident from Dale's history, so the rewrite focuses on the major events and the ones discussed most frequently in this thread to catch people up to speed.
Sounds of bones gnashing and teeths chattering as he covered his head in his rage, dale emmanuel wilson haunted by the mockery and banters of the people on the otherside in the internet. His room dirty as so does he soul was, mouth foaming with anger and insecurity as he thinks back on his past: Daughter,ex-girlfriend, debt, black people, and many-many drama of his.
He looked up and see the fly preserved in the white amber, he goes to his church often in the sunday, usually lesser, yet with all this religious facade, he does not truly care for revering the god unless it is when his life is in danger and in this case, this god is not his heavenly father, dale does not want of redemption, he wanted to escape. He prayed to the fly encased in amber and told “Oh ye, flying and fast, harvester of all that is rotten, please, in your name and your honor of deal, give me a dale, dale earnhardt, the black no 3, the intimidator, the revered and the reviled racer. I ask you for this deal, PLEASE!”
The fly’s miniscule eyes glows a faint and ominous, crimson red and it speaks from dale’s heart “Black no 3, you shall inherit his fate in the racing world, and he shall inherit yours in your little world of stranger chatting and watching you fail like a sideshow. Enjoy your time”
So his wish were granted, february 18,2001, dale’s last dance, he put his feet on his throttle and whip the motorized wheeled horse to go. The first lap, he was thriving and living the adrenaline filled racing of the car with the crowds cheering him instead of jeering at him.
That was all the glory and fate, all of it came to a halt in the last lap, dale was tuck in a conundrum with three cars, he was trying to handle the car until he slipped. All of that one mistake cost his life, the black no 3 which he was controlling, panicked and craashed into a bump in which the force of gravity breaks the base of his skull, resulting in a dull and quick fade to black. He got what he wanted six years of failure for a six seconds of glory
LOSER! You're a LOSER! Are you feeling sorry for yourself?! Well, you should be, because you are DIRT! You make me sick, you fucking nigger! Nigger want a forty ounce? A big, malt liquor forty ounce?!
