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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 serial of ridiculous claims and grandiose threats that portray the poster as an Cyberspace tough guy stereotype. In the original post, 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 can kill you in over 700 ways with simply my blank 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 take originated on the armed forces and weapons enthusiast image board Operator Chan sometime in 2010. The earliest archived posting was submitted on November 11th, 2010 to 4chan's /jp/^[4] (Otaku Civilisation) board, in which the poster claimed to have seen the bulletin previously on Operator Chan.

What the fuck did you just fucking say virtually me, you lot little bowwow? I'll have you know I graduated summit of my course in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous hugger-mugger raids on Al-Quaeda, and I take over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'chiliad the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You lot are nothing to me but 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 can become abroad with maxim that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my cloak-and-dagger network of spies across the U.s.a. and your IP is being traced right now so yous better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic footling matter you call your life. You're fucking dead, child. I tin can exist anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred means, and that's just with my blank hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, simply I have access to the entire armory of the United States Marine Corps and I will employ information technology to its total extent to wipe your miserable donkey off the face of the continent, you lot niggling shit. If but yous could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" annotate was most to bring downward upon you, perchance you would have held your fucking tongue. But yous couldn't, yous didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I volition shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking expressionless, kiddo.

On May 24th, 2012, an bearding user submitted a thread to the /pasta/^[1] lath, challenge he had created the original copypasta two 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 Apr 4th, 2012, Redditor fahottie submitted a screenshot of a YouTube comment featuring the copypasta to the /r/funny^[eight] subreddit (shown below), where it received more 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 ix months.

On Baronial 17th, Urban Dictionary ^[7] fellow member 487j submitted an entry for the term "gorilla warfare," defining it as training that "faux Navy Seals" receive. On November 16th, Newgrounds^[five] user JoePorter134 uploaded a dramatic reading of the copypasta. On Jan 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 upward votes and 135 comments.

Richi Phelps Facebook Post

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

In the post-obit 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 like having "extensive war machine grooming" groundwork and "an arsenal 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 adjusted version of the Navy Seal copypasta. That same twenty-four hour period, the Mexican news sites SDP Noticias^[10] and Sipse^[ix] reported on the phenomenon.

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2019 Christchurch Mosque Shootings

On March 15th, 2019, shootings took identify at the Al Noor Mosque and Linwood Islamic Centre in Christchurch, New Zealand, during which at least 49 people were killed and an additional xx 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 assail rifle and murdering people inside. 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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Notable Variations

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What the fuck did you just fucking say well-nigh me, you petty shit? I'll have you lot know I graduated tiptop of Japan and I'm responsible for heart attacks of criminals globe wide, and I have 124,925 confirmed kills. I trained myself to be the best in a boxing of wits and I'm the god of this new world. You are nothing to me but just another name. I will wipe you the fuck out in a method that you can't even comprehend, mark my fucking words. You think y'all can get away with saying that shit to me over the internet? Think again fucker. As we speak I am contacting all my followers and your personal file is beingness brought to my location right now so yous better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic piffling thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime and kill you in over ii million differant ways, and that'due south just with my notebook. Not only am I extensively trained in finding out your name, merely I take access to the entire armory of over 30 g world wild followers and I will apply them to their full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of this continent, you fiddling shit. If only you could have known what holy retribution your little "clever" statement was virtually to bring down upon you, maybe you would of held you fucking tounge. But y'all couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you god damn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you volition drown in information technology. Y'all're fucking dead, kiddo.

What the swag did you only fucking yolo about me, you little wayne? I'll take you know I graduated height 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 summit poser in the entire Swagfag Army. You are zippo to me but just another No swag. I volition swag y'all the fuck out with swagger the likes of which has never been seen earlier on this World, marker my fucking hashtags. You think you can become away with non taking pictures in the mirror over the Internet? Call up again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my mom, she has alot of swag, and your ratchet ass is being traced right now and then you lot better ready for the yolo, nikka. The yolo that wipes out the pathetic little thing you lot call your swag. You're fucking expressionless, nikka. I can swag anywhere, anytime, and I can swag in over seven hundred ways, and that's only with my amorphous skinny jeans. Not only am I extensively trained in having plugs and serpent bites, but I take access to the entire Hollister store. and I will use information technology to its full swaggness to wipe your miserable swag off the face of tumblr, you lot little Not trend follower. I volition swag yolo all over you and you will swag in it. Yous're fucking dead, nikka.

What the fuck did you just fucking type about me, you petty bitch? I'll have yous know I graduated top of my form at MIT, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids with Anonymous, and I accept over 300 confirmed DDoSes. I am trained in online trolling and I'm the elevation hacker in the unabridged world. You are zilch to me just simply another virus host. I will wipe y'all the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on the Internet, marking my fucking words. Y'all recall you lot can get away with typing that shit to me over the Internet? Recall again, fucker. As nosotros conversation over IRC I am tracing your IP with my damn bare hands so you better set up for the tempest, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic footling affair you call your reckoner. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can hack into your files in over seven hundred ways, and that's only with my blank hands. Not only am I extensively trained in hacking, merely I have admission to the unabridged arsenal of every piece of malware ever created and I will use information technology to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the world wide web, y'all little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" annotate was about to bring down upon you, maybe you lot would accept held your fucking fingers. Just you couldn't, you didn't, and at present yous're paying the price, yous goddamn idiot. I volition shit code all over yous and you will drown in it. You're fucking expressionless, kiddo.

What the desu did yous simply fucking desu almost me, you little desu? I'll have y'all know I graduated top of my desu in the Navy Desus, and I've been involved in numerous cloak-and-dagger desus on Al-Desu, and I accept over 300 confirmed desus. I am trained in desu warfare and I'thou the top desu in the unabridged US armed desu. You are naught to me but just another desu. I will desu y'all the fuck out with desu the likes of which has never been seen before on this desu, mark my fucking desu. You recall you can get abroad with saying that desu to me over the desu? Think again, desu. Equally we speak I am contacting my secret network of desu beyond the USA and your desu is being traced correct now then you better prepare for the spam, maggot. The spam that wipes out the pathetic footling thing you call your desu. You're fucking desu, kid. I tin be desu, desu, and I can desu you lot in over desu ways, and that'southward just with my bare desu. Not but am I extensively trained in unarmed desu, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Desu and I volition utilise information technology to its total extent to wipe your miserable desu off the face of the desu, yous fiddling desu. If only you lot could have known what unholy desu your piddling "desu" comment was near to bring down upon you, maybe y'all would have held your fucking desu. But y'all desu, y'all desu, and now you're desu, you goddamn desu. I will shit desu all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking desu, kiddo.

What the fuck did you but fucking say nigh me, y'all lilliputian bitch. I'll have you know my name is John, and I woke upwards this forenoon 5:30 abrupt to the aroma of wet pussy. I was getting a blowjob from two bitches (Shit was And so Greenbacks), one was trying to fit my humongous iii pound balls in her mouth while the other was choking halfway on my 18 and 3\8 inch dick. She started to eject hard, she was convulsing and having 6 orgasms at the same fourth dimension. I gave it to them and they were on the flooring squirting like motherfucking fountains. Must accept come well-nigh a quart of sperm and compressed air. Imagine your best orgasm, so multiply it past 35. I had to go to base of operations camp and 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 campsite in no fourth dimension. When I entered, I became a height sniper and was granted access to the entire arsenal of the USMC. I learned how to impale someone in over 700 different ways and was assigned to be the leader of a squad that volition impale 300 terrorists using gorilla warfare tactics. Also did 6000 push-ups, 8000 sit-ups and bench-pressed 30 plates in 16 minutes. After bones grooming, I met a network of secret spies who will help me trace your IP address, while eating golden plated sushi and 15,000 $ champagne. My unit got the residual of the day off and I became captain of our base of operations'due south football game squad and starter of the basketball team. I got direct A'southward on the military entrance exams and received more than awards. Meanwhile, you lot 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 fix to go to slumber. I am going to graduate at the height of my form in the Navy Seals tomorrow and I want to wait pretty much perfect for it. Don't be a stranger and call back, I did more in one twenty-four hours than you will your entire life.

What the fuck did you lot only fucking say about my gear, you little n00b? I'll accept y'all know I am a lvl xc Undead Arcane Mage, and I've won so many PVP matches, and I have done raids on every 10 man heroic dungeon. I likewise accept a fuckton of macros and I have a GS of 10K. You are goose egg to me just just a lvl 12 gnome hunter. I will pwn the fuck out of yous with Arcane Missiles the likes of which has never been seen before on Azeroth AND Outland, mark my fucking words. Yous recall you can get away with saying that shit to me over raid? Think once more, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my guild of mages and shamans across The Eastern Kingdoms and your grapheme is being targeted correct now so you better prepare for the ownage, n00b. The Arcane Avalanche that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your character. You're fucking pwn'd, n00b. I can exist anywhere, anytime, and I tin can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my secondary talent tree. Non only am I extensively trained in Arcane magic, but I accept access to the entire arsenal of Burn down magic and I will apply it to its full extent to wipe your miserable neckbeard off the face of Azeroth, you piddling faggot. If but y'all could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was virtually to bring downwards upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, yous didn't, and now you're getting debuffed, you lot goddamnn00b. I will shit Dragon's Breath all over you and you lot will fire in it. You're fucking pwn'd, faggot.

Are you kidding me you little slice of shit i'll have y'all 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 conflict resolution and i was the most oppressed person in my entire upper heart class high schoolhouse yous are nothing to me simply 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 marker my words you lot retrieve you lot tin get away with saying that shit to me over the internet think once again fucker, as we speak i'm checking with my anarcho-communist analyst brigade for your location and then you ameliorate be prepared to deal with some molotov cocktails and angry feminists flight through your window yOU'RE FUCKING Expressionless CHERRY! i can be anywhere at whatsoever time and i can impale you in over seven hundred ways and that's just with me tiresome you to death while i talk most privilege not only am i extensively trained in hotline direction but i have access to an unabridged arsenal of sociological articles to prove my point and i will use them to wipe your fucking face off the world you little shit if simply yous had known what oppressed retribution your cultural appropriation would unleash then possibly you lot would accept held your fucking tongue but you couldn't you're fucking expressionless kiddo

I don't requite a fuck who yous are or where you alive. You lot tin can count on me to exist there to bring your fucking life to a hellish stop. I'll put you in and then much fucking hurting that information technology'll make Jesus being nailed to a cross in the desert look similar a fucking back massage on a tropical island. I don't give a fuck how many reps you have or how tough you are IRL, how well you lot tin can fight, or how many fucking guns you own to protect yourself. I'll fucking prove up at your house when you lot aren't dwelling house. I'll turn all the lights on in your house, leave all the h2o running, open up your refrigerator door and not close it, and turn your gas stove burners on and allow them waste gas. You're going to start stressing the fuck out, your claret pressure will triple, and yous'll have a fucking center attack. You'll go to the hospital for a centre operation, and the terminal thing y'all'll see when you're existence put nether in the operating room is me hovering above you, dressed like a doctor. When you lot wake upwardly afterward being operated on, wondering what ticking time bomb is in your chest waiting to get off. You'll recover fully from your heart surgery. And when you walk out the front end door of the infirmary to go domicile I'll run yous over with my fucking car out of no where and kill you. I just want you to know how easily I could fucking destroy your pathetic excuse of a life, but how I'd rather go to a great fuckng length to make sure your last remaining days are spent in a living, animate fucking hell. Information technology's too late to salvage yourself, but don't bother committing suicide either… I'll fucking resuscitate you and kill you again myself you bitch-faced phaggot. Welcome to hell, population: yous