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Navy Seal Copypasta (as well known as the "Marine Copypasta", "Internet Tough Guy Copypasta" and "Gorilla Warfare Copypasta") is a facetious bulletin containing a series of ridiculous claims and grandiose threats that portray the poster as an Internet tough guy stereotype. In the original mail service, the writer claimed to exist a former Navy Seal with a long history of combat experiences, using comical typos and hyperboles like "Gorilla Warfare," "300 Confirmed Kills" and "I can 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 and weapons enthusiast image board Operator Chan former in 2010. The earliest archived posting was submitted on Nov 11th, 2010 to 4chan's /jp/^[4] (Otaku Culture) board, in which the poster claimed to have seen the bulletin previously on Operator Chan.

What the fuck did y'all just fucking say virtually me, you footling bitch? I'll accept you know I graduated elevation of my grade in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'yard the top sniper in the entire United states of america armed forces. You are nothing to me only merely another target. I volition wipe yous the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this World, mark my fucking words. You think yous can get away with saying that shit to me over the Net? Recollect again, fucker. Every bit we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right at present and then you better ready for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic piffling matter y'all call your life. You lot're fucking dead, kid. I tin be anywhere, someday, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that'southward just with my bare hands. Not simply am I extensively trained in unarmed gainsay, simply I have access to the unabridged armory of the U.s.a. Marine Corps and I will use it to its total extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you lot little shit. If only you could take known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was nigh to bring down upon you, maybe you would accept held your fucking natural language. Merely you couldn't, you didn't, and now yous're paying the price, yous goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you lot volition drown in it. Yous're fucking dead, kiddo.

On May 24th, 2012, an anonymous user submitted a thread to the /pasta/^[1] board, claiming 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

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On April fourth, 2012, Redditor fahottie submitted a screenshot of a YouTube annotate featuring the copypasta to the /r/funny^[8] subreddit (shown below), where information technology received more than xx,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 August 17th, Urban Lexicon ^[7] member 487j submitted an entry for the term "gorilla warfare," defining it as training 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^[three] subreddit and provided links to several notable variations. In the next month, the post received over 75 upward votes and 135 comments.

Richi Phelps Facebook Postal service

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

In the following hours, Phelps' condition update spread virally across the social networking site, with many Facebook users mocking the boy with photoshopped images for making boastful claims similar having "all-encompassing military training" groundwork and "an arsenal of weapons" at his disposal, while unaware of the fact that it was a copied bulletin. By February 14th, Phelps' viral condition update had been identified equally an adapted version of the Navy Seal copypasta. That same mean solar day, the Mexican news sites SDP Noticias^[ten] 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 Heart in Christchurch, New Zealand, during which at least 49 people were killed and an additional twenty 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 certificate 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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What the fuck did yous but fucking say well-nigh my gear, y'all little n00b? I'll have you know I am a lvl 90 Undead Arcane Mage, and I've won and then many PVP matches, and I have done raids on every 10 man heroic dungeon. I also have a fuckton of macros and I have a GS of 10K. Yous are zip to me just just a lvl 12 gnome hunter. I will pwn the fuck out of you with Cabalistic Missiles the likes of which has never been seen before on Azeroth AND Outland, mark my fucking words. Y'all think you can get away with saying that shit to me over raid? Call up again, fucker. Equally nosotros speak I am contacting my guild of mages and shamans across The Eastern Kingdoms and your character is being targeted right at present then yous ameliorate set for the ownage, n00b. The Arcane Avalanche that wipes out the pathetic footling thing you call your character. You're fucking pwn'd, n00b. I can exist anywhere, anytime, and I can impale you in over vii hundred ways, and that's just with my secondary talent tree. Not simply am I extensively trained in Cabalistic magic, only I accept access to the unabridged arsenal of Burn down magic and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable neckbeard off the confront of Azeroth, you little faggot. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your petty "clever" annotate was about to bring downwardly upon you, maybe you would take held your fucking natural language. But you lot couldn't, yous didn't, and now you're getting debuffed, y'all goddamnn00b. I volition shit Dragon's Breath all over you and you will burn in it. Y'all're fucking pwn'd, faggot.

Are you kidding me you lilliputian slice of shit i'll accept you know i graduated top of my politics class and i've been involved in privilege checking with over 150 confirmed political demonstrations i'm trained in disharmonize resolution and i was the most oppressed person in my entire upper middle class loftier school you are nothing to me but some other cultural appropriator i will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which take never been seen on this side of the 49th parallel mark my words you think yous tin can get away with saying that shit to me over the internet think again fucker, as we speak i'm checking with my anarcho-communist analyst brigade for your location so yous better exist prepared to bargain with some molotov cocktails and angry feminists flying through your window yOU'RE FUCKING DEAD Cherry-red! i can be anywhere at any time and i can kill you in over 7 hundred ways and that'due south just with me boring y'all to death while i talk about privilege non just am i extensively trained in hotline direction simply i accept access to an entire arsenal of sociological manufactures to prove my point and i volition use them to wipe your fucking face off the world you lot little shit if only you lot had known what oppressed retribution your cultural appropriation would unleash then maybe you would have held your fucking tongue but you couldn't you lot're fucking dead kiddo

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