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Navy Seal Copypasta (also known as the "Marine Copypasta", "Internet Tough Guy Copypasta" and "Gorilla Warfare Copypasta") is a facetious message containing a series of ridiculous claims and grandiose threats that portray the affiche as an Internet tough guy stereotype. In the original mail, the writer claimed to be a former Navy Seal with a long history of combat experiences, using comical typos and hyperboles like "Gorilla Warfare," "300 Confirmed Kills" and "I tin kill you in over 700 ways 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 machine and weapons enthusiast paradigm board Operator Chan erstwhile in 2010. The earliest archived posting was submitted on November 11th, 2010 to 4chan's /jp/^[4] (Otaku Culture) board, in which the affiche claimed to have seen the message previously on Operator Chan.

What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous surreptitious raids on Al-Quaeda, and I accept over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm the top sniper in the entire U.s. war machine. Yous are zippo to me simply just another target. I will wipe yous the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, marking my fucking words. You think you lot tin can go away with maxim that shit to me over the Internet? Call up again, fucker. Equally nosotros speak I am contacting my surreptitious network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now and then you better ready for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic picayune thing you telephone call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I tin can exist anywhere, anytime, and I tin can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's simply with my bare hands. Not but am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the unabridged armory of the United States Marine Corps and I will utilise it to its total extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you lot fiddling shit. If only you could take known what unholy retribution your fiddling "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, possibly you would have held your fucking tongue. Merely you couldn't, you lot didn't, and now yous're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and yous volition drown in it. Yous're fucking dead, kiddo.

On May 24th, 2012, an anonymous user submitted a thread to the /pasta/^[one] board, claiming he had created the original copypasta 2 to 3 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

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On April 4th, 2012, Redditor fahottie submitted a screenshot of a YouTube comment featuring the copypasta to the /r/funny^[8] subreddit (shown below), where it received more than 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 next nine months.

On Baronial 17th, Urban Lexicon ^[7] member 487j submitted an entry for the term "gorilla warfare," defining it as grooming that "fake Navy Seals" receive. On November 16th, Newgrounds^[5] user JoePorter134 uploaded a dramatic reading of the copypasta. On January 10th, 2013, Redditor LiterallyKesha submitted the message to the /r/copypasta^[3] subreddit and provided links to several notable variations. In the next month, the post received over 75 up votes and 135 comments.

Richi Phelps Facebook Postal service

On February 13th, 2013, 10-year-onetime Richi Phelps posted a status update featuring a version of the copypasta adapted to Mexican slang on his Facebook profile folio.

In the following hours, Phelps' status update spread virally across the social networking site, with many Facebook users mocking the male child with photoshopped images for making boastful claims like having "extensive military machine training" groundwork and "an armory 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 past 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 under the heading "You are a bigot,racist,xenophobe,islamophobe,nazi,fascist!" (shown below).

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Notable Variations

What in Davy Jones' locker did ye just bark at me, ye scurvy bilgerat? I'll have ye know I be the meanest cutthroat on the vii seas, and I've led numerous raids on fishing villages, and raped over 300 wenches. I be trained in hit-and-run pillaging and exist the deadliest with a pistol of all the captains on the high seas. Ye be nothing to me but some other source o' swag. I'll take yer guts for garters and keel haul ye like never been done before, hear me true. You think ye can hide behind your newfangled calculating device? Call back twice on that, scallywag. As we parley I exist contacting my secret network o' pirates across the sea and yer port is being tracked correct now so ye amend prepare for the typhoon, weevil. The kind o' monsoon that'll wipe ye off the map. Yous're sharkbait, fool. I tin canvas anywhere, in any waters, and can kill ye in o'er seven hundred ways, and that be just with me hook and fist. Not only do I be superlative o' the line with a cutlass, just I have an entire pirate armada at my brook and phone call and I'll damned sure utilise it all to wipe yer arse off o' the world, ye dog. If but ye had had the foresight to know what devilish wrath your jibe was about to incur, ye might accept belayed the annotate. But ye couldn't, ye didn't, and now ye'll pay the ultimate toll, y'all buffoon. I'll shit fury all over ye and ye'll drown in the depths o' it. You're fish food at present.

What the fuck did you lot only fucking say about me, you niggling shit? I'll have you know I graduated top of Japan and I'chiliad responsible for heart attacks of criminals earth wide, and I take 124,925 confirmed kills. I trained myself to be the best in a boxing of wits and I'm the god of this new globe. Yous are nothing to me but just another proper noun. I will wipe y'all the fuck out in a method that y'all can't fifty-fifty comprehend, mark my fucking words. Y'all think y'all tin become away with saying that shit to me over the internet? Recall over again fucker. As we speak I am contacting all my followers and your personal file is being brought to my location correct now so you improve prepare for the storm, maggot. The tempest that wipes out the pathetic footling affair you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I tin be anywhere, anytime and kill yous in over 2 one thousand thousand differant ways, and that'southward merely with my notebook. Non but am I extensively trained in finding out your proper noun, but I take admission to the unabridged armory of over thirty grand world wild followers and I will use them to their full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of this continent, you footling shit. If only you could accept known what holy retribution your piffling "clever" statement was about to bring down upon you, perchance you would of held yous fucking tounge. Simply yous couldn't, you didn't, and now you lot're paying the price, you god damn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. Yous're fucking expressionless, kiddo.

What the swag did yous just fucking yolo about me, you little wayne? I'll have yous know I graduated top of my class in the SwagFags, and I've been involved in numerous Obey Records , and I have over 300 confirmed Swaggers. I am trained in wearing snapbacks and I'm the top poser in the entire Swagfag Army. Y'all are nothing to me but merely another No swag. I volition swag you the fuck out with swagger the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking hashtags. You think you can get away with non taking pictures in the mirror over the Internet? Recall once again, fucker. Every bit we speak I am contacting my mom, she has alot of swag, and your ratchet ass is being traced right now and so you better prepare for the yolo, nikka. The yolo that wipes out the pathetic piffling thing you lot call your swag. You're fucking dead, nikka. I can swag anywhere, someday, and I can swag in over vii hundred ways, and that's just with my baggy skinny jeans. Not just am I extensively trained in having plugs and snake bites, but I have access to the entire Hollister store. and I will use it to its full swaggness to wipe your miserable swag off the face of tumblr, y'all piddling Not tendency follower. I will swag yolo all over yous and you volition swag in it. You're fucking dead, nikka.

What the fuck did you lot just fucking type about me, you lot little bowwow? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class at MIT, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids with Anonymous, and I have over 300 confirmed DDoSes. I am trained in online trolling and I'g the meridian hacker in the entire world. Y'all are cipher to me simply just another virus host. I will wipe y'all the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen earlier on the Internet, marking my fucking words. Y'all think you can get away with typing that shit to me over the Internet? Remember over again, fucker. As we chat over IRC I am tracing your IP with my damn bare hands so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little affair you telephone call your calculator. You're fucking dead, kid. I tin be anywhere, someday, and I can hack into your files in over seven hundred means, and that's simply with my blank hands. Not only am I extensively trained in hacking, only I take admission to the unabridged arsenal of every piece of malware e'er created and I volition utilise information technology to its total extent to wipe your miserable donkey off the face of the earth wide web, yous fiddling shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your fiddling "clever" comment was about to bring downwardly upon you, maybe you would take held your fucking fingers. But you couldn't, y'all didn't, and at present you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit lawmaking all over you and you volition drown in it. You lot're fucking dead, kiddo.

What the desu did you lot just fucking desu about me, you lot trivial desu? I'll have yous know I graduated summit of my desu in the Navy Desus, and I've been involved in numerous hole-and-corner desus on Al-Desu, and I accept over 300 confirmed desus. I am trained in desu warfare and I'1000 the top desu in the entire US armed desu. Y'all are zip to me but but another desu. I will desu you the fuck out with desu the likes of which has never been seen earlier on this desu, mark my fucking desu. You recall you tin can get away with maxim that desu to me over the desu? Call back again, desu. Every bit we speak I am contacting my secret network of desu across the The states and your desu is being traced right now so you better prepare for the spam, maggot. The spam that wipes out the pathetic little matter you telephone call your desu. You're fucking desu, kid. I tin be desu, desu, and I tin desu you in over desu ways, and that'due south just with my bare desu. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed desu, simply I have admission to the entire armory of the U.s.a. Desu and I will utilize information technology to its full extent to wipe your miserable desu off the face of the desu, you little desu. If only you could have known what unholy desu your little "desu" comment was most to bring downwardly upon you, perchance you would have held your fucking desu. But you desu, y'all desu, and now you're desu, you goddamn desu. I volition shit desu all over you and y'all will drown in information technology. You're fucking desu, kiddo.

What the fuck did yous just fucking say virtually me, you little bitch. I'll have you know my name is John, and I woke up this morning five:thirty sharp to the smell of wet pussy. I was getting a blowjob from two bitches (Shit was SO Cash), 1 was trying to fit my humongous iii pound balls in her mouth while the other was choking halfway on my 18 and three\eight inch dick. She started to squirt hard, she was convulsing and having half dozen orgasms at the same time. I gave it to them and they were on the flooring squirting like motherfucking fountains. Must have come well-nigh a quart of sperm and compressed air. Imagine your best orgasm, then multiply it past 35. I had to get to base camp so I front-flipped from my 14th floor barracks into my valet parked 2012 Ferrari (I got connexions). Pushed my shit to about 4 hundo (mph, mind you) and I was at base camp in no fourth dimension. When I entered, I became a top sniper and was granted access to the entire arsenal of the USMC. I learned how to impale someone in over 700 unlike ways and was assigned to exist the leader of a squad that will kill 300 terrorists using gorilla warfare tactics. Also did 6000 push-ups, 8000 sit-ups and bench-pressed thirty plates in 16 minutes. Subsequently basic training, I met a network of cloak-and-dagger spies who will help me trace your IP accost, while eating golden plated sushi and 15,000 $ champagne. My unit got the rest of the day off and I became helm of our base's football team and starter of the basketball team. I got direct A's on the armed services entrance exams and received more awards. Meanwhile, you were jacking off to pictures on Facebook and naked drawn Japanese people. Went back in the Lambo to my billet and now I am getting ready to go to slumber. I am going to graduate at the top of my grade in the Navy Seals tomorrow and I want to look pretty much perfect for it. Don't exist a stranger and remember, I did more than in one day than you will your entire life.

What the fuck did you just fucking say about my gear, you lot little n00b? I'll have y'all know I am a lvl 90 Undead Arcane Mage, and I've won so many PVP matches, and I accept done raids on every 10 man heroic dungeon. I likewise have a fuckton of macros and I have a GS of 10K. You lot are nothing to me but but a lvl 12 gnome hunter. I will pwn the fuck out of you with Arcane Missiles the likes of which has never been seen earlier on Azeroth AND Outland, mark my fucking words. Yous recollect you can become abroad with maxim that shit to me over raid? Retrieve again, fucker. Equally we speak I am contacting my lodge of mages and shamans across The Eastern Kingdoms and your character is being targeted right now and so you amend prepare for the ownage, n00b. The Arcane Avalanche that wipes out the pathetic little thing you phone call your grapheme. You're fucking pwn'd, n00b. I can exist anywhere, anytime, and I tin kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my secondary talent tree. Not simply am I extensively trained in Arcane magic, just I have access to the entire arsenal of Fire magic and I will employ it to its total extent to wipe your miserable neckbeard off the face of Azeroth, you petty faggot. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your trivial "clever" comment was virtually to bring down upon you, peradventure you would have held your fucking tongue. Merely you couldn't, yous didn't, and at present y'all're getting debuffed, you goddamnn00b. I volition shit Dragon'south Jiff all over y'all and you will burn down in it. You lot're fucking pwn'd, faggot.

Are you kidding me you little piece of shit i'll have you know i graduated top of my politics form and i've been involved in privilege checking with over 150 confirmed political demonstrations i'm trained in conflict resolution and i was the near oppressed person in my entire upper middle class high school you are cypher to me but another cultural appropriator i will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which have never been seen on this side of the 49th parallel mark my words you remember yous tin can become away with proverb that shit to me over the cyberspace think once again fucker, equally nosotros speak i'g checking with my anarcho-communist analyst brigade for your location so you better be prepared to deal with some molotov cocktails and angry feminists flying through your window yOU'RE FUCKING DEAD Reddish! i can exist anywhere at any time and i can kill you in over vii hundred ways and that's simply with me boring yous to decease while i talk about privilege not only am i extensively trained in hotline management but i have admission to an entire armory of sociological articles to prove my point and i volition use them to wipe your fucking face off the earth y'all piffling shit if only you had known what oppressed retribution your cultural appropriation would unleash so maybe you would have held your fucking tongue but yous couldn't you're fucking dead kiddo

I don't requite a fuck who you are or where yous alive. Y'all tin count on me to be there to bring your fucking life to a hellish stop. I'll put you in so much fucking pain that it'll brand Jesus being nailed to a cross in the desert look like a fucking back massage on a tropical island. I don't give a fuck how many reps you have or how tough you lot are IRL, how well you tin can fight, or how many fucking guns yous own to protect yourself. I'll fucking show up at your firm when you aren't dwelling house. I'll turn all the lights on in your house, get out all the water running, open up your refrigerator door and not close it, and plow your gas stove burners on and allow them waste gas. Yous're going to starting time stressing the fuck out, your blood pressure will triple, and you'll accept a fucking heart set on. You'll go to the hospital for a heart operation, and the last thing yous'll run across when you're being put under in the operating room is me hovering above you lot, dressed like a dr.. When you wake upward later on being operated on, wondering what ticking time bomb is in your chest waiting to go off. You'll recover fully from your heart surgery. And when you walk out the front end door of the infirmary to get dwelling house I'll run you over with my fucking car out of no where and kill yous. I just want you to know how easily I could fucking destroy your pathetic alibi of a life, only how I'd rather become to a nifty fuckng length to make sure your last remaining days are spent in a living, breathing fucking hell. It's also late to relieve yourself, just don't bother committing suicide either… I'll fucking resuscitate you and kill yous again myself you bowwow-faced phaggot. Welcome to hell, population: you