I'm getting bored of this monkey pulling the same tricks and talking in circles over and over, it is sad that someone like this is a furfag who is reaching his 30s and its a crippled pathetic excuse of a human being. So until something meaningful happens, I'll be not here on this thread for a while. But I'm gonna say something to this zoophile cat rapist.
I remember when you entered this forum and I've been there for your doxing for being such a stupid turd to never do a proper opsec, the farms tried to show you a way to hide yourself and how to do hide your real identity so a thread like this couldn't be made. But you decided to double down every single time and you show yourself to be a crippled tard autist about it. You didn't even address my questions every time I tried to ask you, in fact, the majority of the time you didn't do it because you knew you don't have a reason to decline it because it would make you look like a degenerate furfag zoophile (who also tries to larp as a Christian, which I consider it to be more shameful and hypocritical than anything while at the same time tries to larp as a pure blood Aztec who is anti-US for some reason) . All of this behavior you're pulling, Claudio, is just affirming that you're a pathetic leech zoophile degenerate who knows that can't mantain his own lies and would fall into pieces by pulling even the most light of questioning.
You're tough as a piece of wet paper, and you know that anyone with a room temperature IQ or above would roast your ass at the minimum thing, because you're the example of the lowest common denominator, as far as degenerate furfags like you goes. Nobody looks at your social media, Claudio, because you have no friends for very good reasons. So the only people who see your one-sided conversations and cropped screenshots are us, and because we can see what you are responding to we can see what a coward and rotten to the core you are. You are useless. You cannot do anything. You can't tell the truth, and you can't lie convincingly either.
You raped a cat to death, the doctor who attended that poor animal had to be horrified by the primal monkey who did such a horrible thing to it, you wish to kill your father, in which I think if Mexico was not the utter fucking shithole that it is, you would get a visit from the police in a couple of occasions. You can't be civilized, you throw sick empty threats to people expecting you to take you seriously but in reality we just laugh at you, thinking on what a crippled low IQ retard like you would do, when only would take put a cork on that hole in your throat so you can choke to death, you wouldn't kill anybody even if you tried. You could turn your life around, or at least make it a bit more productive and useful. But you're too scared. That's the number one thing about you, Claudio, it's your embarrassing, shameful cowardice. I reckon that cowardice is the only reason you haven't killed yourself. You prefer to be friendless, useless and alone, slowly melting into your greasy coom-stained and probably shit-filled chair.
You've never built anything real, have you? No legacy, no triumphs—just pure degeneracy you furiously goon to fill the emptiness. Every place you've been, every community you joined, you burned it all down the same way. And still, you wonder why no one stays, why every door slams shut behind you. It’s not just arrogance. It’s fear. You’re too afraid to look inward, to admit that maybe—just maybe—the problem isn’t everyone else. It's you. And until you face that, you'll keep spinning in circles, shouting into the void, wondering why no one’s listening. And above all too cowardly to self-reflect and work out why everyone you come into contact with wants to get you out of their lives and off their websites.
You call your critics pedophiles without a shred of evidence because it's the only thing you can think of, despite documented evidence of your own unhealthy interest in cub porn.
You won't respond to this—just like you never respond when it matters. You never face what's said, never confront the truth, because deep down, you’re terrified. Not of me—a stranger with a Tsar Nicholas avatar in a kiwi bird forum, but of everything. Of being seen. Of being known. You're the kind of person who would fear their own reflection in the coffin lid. And when the day comes, and it will, sooner than you think, the way you're going, no one will be there. Not a friend, not family. Just silence. This thread, this mess of your own making, will be the only record you leave behind. When you die, this thread will be your only memorial. Everything you tried ended in failure until you stopped trying altogether. You will leave no legacy except 400+ pages of people documenting your lies and cowardice and laughing at you as you impotently threaten them.
That for me, is a sad life, and it makes me very glad I'm not you.
Titus 1:16 - "They claim to know God, but by their actions they deny him. They are detestable, disobedient and unfit for doing anything good."