My Squad Was My Family, My Gun Was My Provider and Protector, and My Rule Was to Kill or Be Killed

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Navy Seal Copypasta (also known equally 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 poster as an Internet tough guy stereotype. In the original post, the author claimed to exist a erstwhile Navy Seal with a long history of combat experiences, using comical typos and hyperboles like "Gorilla Warfare," "300 Confirmed Kills" and "I tin can kill y'all in over 700 ways with merely my bare hands." Since its emergence in mid-2012, the copypasta has spawned a multifariousness of spin-off stories, similar to the John Copypasta meme.

Origin

The copypasta is believed to have originated on the armed services and weapons enthusiast epitome board Operator Chan sometime in 2010. The primeval archived posting was submitted on November 11th, 2010 to 4chan'due south /jp/^[four] (Otaku Culture) board, in which the poster claimed to have seen the message previously on Operator Chan.

What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, yous little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my form 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'm the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You lot are nothing to me but only another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen earlier on this World, mark my fucking words. You recall you lot tin can get away with proverb that shit to me over the Cyberspace? Retrieve again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better set for the tempest, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you telephone call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can impale you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my blank hands. Not just am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, only I take admission to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you lot little shit. If only yous could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" annotate was about to bring down upon you, peradventure you would accept held your fucking tongue. Merely you lot couldn't, you didn't, and now you lot're paying the price, you lot goddamn idiot. I volition shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You lot're fucking expressionless, kiddo.

On May 24th, 2012, an anonymous user submitted a thread to the /pasta/^[1] board, claiming he had created the original copypasta two to three years prior (shown beneath).

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 information technology received more than twenty,000 upward votes and 970 comments prior to existence 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 Dictionary ^[7] member 487j submitted an entry for the term "gorilla warfare," defining information technology as training that "imitation Navy Seals" receive. On Nov 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 Mail

On February 13th, 2013, 10-twelvemonth-old 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 exhibitionistic claims like having "extensive military training" background 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 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 identify at the Al Noor Mosque and Linwood Islamic Centre in Christchurch, New Zealand, during which at to the lowest degree 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 attack rifle and murdering people inside. 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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