Topic: Houston is fucked up by Hurricane Beryl
Anonymous A started this discussion 1 year ago #119,308
I wonder if Meta is alive? Maybe he died!!!!
Anonymous B joined in and replied with this 1 year ago, 5 minutes later[^] [v] #1,308,383
He alive. He posted on another thread a little while ago.
Anonymous A (OP) replied with this 1 year ago, 2 minutes later, 8 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #1,308,387
Anonymous B replied with this 1 year ago, 3 minutes later, 11 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #1,308,392
Maybe you're right. Here's the thread honoring his memory.
https://minichan.net/topic/119291
https://minichan.net/topic/119291
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Meta !Sober//iZs joined in and replied with this 1 year ago, 1 hour later, 1 hour after the original post[^] [v] #1,308,431
I am alive and well, thank you.
Anonymous B replied with this 1 year ago, 4 minutes later, 1 hour after the original post[^] [v] #1,308,435
Anonymous D joined in and replied with this 1 year ago, 25 minutes later, 2 hours after the original post[^] [v] #1,308,445
@1,308,431 (Meta !Sober//iZs)
The Ballad of Meta, Hero of Houston
In Houston town where tall tales grow,
And southern winds do fiercely blow,
A hero rose with spirit grand,
To guard his home, his cherished land.
The skies grew dark, the seas did swell,
A hurricane, like hounds of hell,
Did bear down on that Texan plain,
To bring destruction, death, and pain.
But Meta stood with heart so bold,
A legend in the making, told.
With steely eyes and hand held high,
He faced the storm beneath the sky.
"Not in my yard!" his voice did ring,
A cry to make the angels sing.
The winds did howl, the thunder crashed,
But Meta's strength would not be dashed.
His presence, like a mountain tall,
Did halt the storm, did break its thrall.
The tempest paused, confused and weak,
Its power lost, its fury meek.
Back to the sea the storm did flee,
To meet its end, ignobly.
Defeated by a hero's stand,
Who saved his home, his beloved land.
So sing, oh sing, of Meta's might,
Of how he turned the storm to flight.
In Houston's heart, his name lives on,
A beacon in the Texan dawn.
With Texan pride and spirit fierce,
He stood his ground, the skies did pierce.
The Hero of Houston, bold and true,
This ballad we now sing for you.
The Ballad of Meta, Hero of Houston
In Houston town where tall tales grow,
And southern winds do fiercely blow,
A hero rose with spirit grand,
To guard his home, his cherished land.
The skies grew dark, the seas did swell,
A hurricane, like hounds of hell,
Did bear down on that Texan plain,
To bring destruction, death, and pain.
But Meta stood with heart so bold,
A legend in the making, told.
With steely eyes and hand held high,
He faced the storm beneath the sky.
"Not in my yard!" his voice did ring,
A cry to make the angels sing.
The winds did howl, the thunder crashed,
But Meta's strength would not be dashed.
His presence, like a mountain tall,
Did halt the storm, did break its thrall.
The tempest paused, confused and weak,
Its power lost, its fury meek.
Back to the sea the storm did flee,
To meet its end, ignobly.
Defeated by a hero's stand,
Who saved his home, his beloved land.
So sing, oh sing, of Meta's might,
Of how he turned the storm to flight.
In Houston's heart, his name lives on,
A beacon in the Texan dawn.
With Texan pride and spirit fierce,
He stood his ground, the skies did pierce.
The Hero of Houston, bold and true,
This ballad we now sing for you.
Anonymous B replied with this 1 year ago, 10 minutes later, 2 hours after the original post[^] [v] #1,308,446
Anonymous E joined in and replied with this 1 year ago, 3 minutes later, 2 hours after the original post[^] [v] #1,308,447
durrr rip meta we miss u
You guys are faggots and constantly berated him for being a fat fucking retard and now all of a sudden you want to pretend that you liked him and thought he was a good guy. Seriously, you guys are faggots.
You guys are faggots and constantly berated him for being a fat fucking retard and now all of a sudden you want to pretend that you liked him and thought he was a good guy. Seriously, you guys are faggots.
Chuckle Brother !ErY2TknG0w replied with this 1 year ago, 4 minutes later, 2 hours after the original post[^] [v] #1,308,448
@previous (E)
Don't confuse people saying polite things after someone's death with people liking that person. Meta was a conplete fuckup in life and no one here would want to be within 100 miles of him IRL. We are just trying to find whatever good there was in his life to remember him by. Which isn't much.
Don't confuse people saying polite things after someone's death with people liking that person. Meta was a conplete fuckup in life and no one here would want to be within 100 miles of him IRL. We are just trying to find whatever good there was in his life to remember him by. Which isn't much.
Anonymous F joined in and replied with this 1 year ago, 5 hours later, 7 hours after the original post[^] [v] #1,308,516
🇨🇱 RIP to a VIP 🇨🇱
Meta !Sober//iZs replied with this 1 year ago, 1 hour later, 8 hours after the original post[^] [v] #1,308,528
@previous (F)
> 🇨🇱
I am not (was not?) Chilean but I really admire(d) Pinochet and the things he did, so thank you!
> 🇨🇱
I am not (was not?) Chilean but I really admire(d) Pinochet and the things he did, so thank you!
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boof joined in and replied with this 1 year ago, 2 hours later, 11 hours after the original post[^] [v] #1,308,556
@previous (Meta !Sober//iZs)
he was a magician who made over 1000 people disappear
no one can find them even now
he was a magician who made over 1000 people disappear
no one can find them even now
Anonymous A (OP) replied with this 1 year ago, 12 minutes later, 12 hours after the original post[^] [v] #1,308,557
Anonymous D replied with this 1 year ago, 2 hours later, 14 hours after the original post[^] [v] #1,308,564
@previous (A)
The Ballad of Meta and Pinochet in Heaven
In Houston’s tales of glory bright,
Where legends stand in timeless light,
There comes a tale from Heaven's gate,
When Meta met ultimate fate.
Upon a cloud in Heaven's span,
Where spirits roam, both beast and man,
Meta stood with gaze so wide,
In awe of Heaven's endless pride.
Beside him walked a figure bold,
With eyes that spoke of stories old.
It was Pinochet, fierce and stern,
A soul with many lessons learned.
"Meta," said he, with voice like steel,
"Your courage was a force to feel.
You faced a storm, you saved your town,
And wore a hero's rightful crown."
Meta nodded, humble still,
"Just did my part, my heart and will.
But tell me, sir, what deeds you claim,
That history recalls your name?"
Pinochet sighed, his gaze afar,
"My life was marked by scars and war.
A ruler's path, both harsh and grim,
With shadows deep, that time can't dim."
Meta listened, judgment free,
For Heaven’s realm held equity.
"Each soul," he said, "has paths to tread,
In life, in death, we’re all well-read."
Together, then, they walked as friends,
In Heaven’s peace, where conflict ends.
They shared their tales, both dark and light,
Beneath the stars, in endless night.
"Here," Meta said, "we find our rest,
And seek the ways to be our best.
In mortal lands, we fought our fight,
But here we learn, in Heaven's light."
Pinochet nodded, with a grin,
"Perhaps, up here, we can begin,
To understand, to find our peace,
In this great realm where all wars cease."
And so they walked, hero and chief,
In Heaven’s grace, they found relief.
Two souls who braved their earthly fight,
Now kindred spirits in the night.
So sing, oh sing, of Heaven’s gate,
Where souls like Meta meet their fate.
And even those with shadows cast,
Can find their peace, their rest at last.
The Ballad of Meta and Pinochet in Heaven
In Houston’s tales of glory bright,
Where legends stand in timeless light,
There comes a tale from Heaven's gate,
When Meta met ultimate fate.
Upon a cloud in Heaven's span,
Where spirits roam, both beast and man,
Meta stood with gaze so wide,
In awe of Heaven's endless pride.
Beside him walked a figure bold,
With eyes that spoke of stories old.
It was Pinochet, fierce and stern,
A soul with many lessons learned.
"Meta," said he, with voice like steel,
"Your courage was a force to feel.
You faced a storm, you saved your town,
And wore a hero's rightful crown."
Meta nodded, humble still,
"Just did my part, my heart and will.
But tell me, sir, what deeds you claim,
That history recalls your name?"
Pinochet sighed, his gaze afar,
"My life was marked by scars and war.
A ruler's path, both harsh and grim,
With shadows deep, that time can't dim."
Meta listened, judgment free,
For Heaven’s realm held equity.
"Each soul," he said, "has paths to tread,
In life, in death, we’re all well-read."
Together, then, they walked as friends,
In Heaven’s peace, where conflict ends.
They shared their tales, both dark and light,
Beneath the stars, in endless night.
"Here," Meta said, "we find our rest,
And seek the ways to be our best.
In mortal lands, we fought our fight,
But here we learn, in Heaven's light."
Pinochet nodded, with a grin,
"Perhaps, up here, we can begin,
To understand, to find our peace,
In this great realm where all wars cease."
And so they walked, hero and chief,
In Heaven’s grace, they found relief.
Two souls who braved their earthly fight,
Now kindred spirits in the night.
So sing, oh sing, of Heaven’s gate,
Where souls like Meta meet their fate.
And even those with shadows cast,
Can find their peace, their rest at last.