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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 every bit an Internet tough guy stereotype. In the original mail service, the writer claimed to be a former Navy Seal with a long history of gainsay experiences, using comical typos and hyperboles like "Gorilla Warfare," "300 Confirmed Kills" and "I can kill you in over 700 ways with just my blank easily." Since its emergence in mid-2012, the copypasta has spawned a diverseness of spin-off stories, like to the John Copypasta meme.

Origin

The copypasta is believed to have originated on the armed services and weapons enthusiast image board Operator Chan erstwhile in 2010. The primeval 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 lot just fucking say about me, you piffling bitch? I'll have you know I graduated peak 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'yard the top sniper in the entire Us armed forces. Yous are zip to me just simply some other target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, marker my fucking words. You think you tin can go away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think over again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my hole-and-corner network of spies beyond the United states and your IP is beingness traced right now so you better prepare for the tempest, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I tin kill you lot in over seven hundred ways, and that'southward only with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed gainsay, just I have admission to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will utilize it to its total extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If just you could accept known what unholy retribution your little "clever" annotate was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But y'all couldn't, you didn't, and now yous're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I volition shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo.

On May 24th, 2012, an anonymous user submitted a thread to the /pasta/^[ane] board, claiming he had created the original copypasta ii 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 Apr 4th, 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 than 20,000 upwards votes and 970 comments prior to beingness archived.

navy seal copypasta with Gorilla warfare corrected to guerilla

On May 22nd, YouTuber Copypasta Sings uploaded a musical version of the copypasta (shown beneath), which received over 87,000 views and 780 comments in the side by side 9 months.

On Baronial 17th, Urban Dictionary ^[7] member 487j submitted an entry for the term "gorilla warfare," defining information technology as training that "faux 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 calendar month, the post received over 75 up votes and 135 comments.

Richi Phelps Facebook Postal service

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

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 "all-encompassing military training" background and "an armory of weapons" at his disposal, while unaware of the fact that it was a copied bulletin. By Feb 14th, Phelps' viral condition update had been identified every bit an adapted version of the Navy Seal copypasta. That same twenty-four hours, the Mexican news sites SDP Noticias^[10] and Sipse^[9] reported on the miracle.

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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 to the lowest degree 49 people were killed and an additional 20 were injured. The attacks were livestreamed by the shooter on Facebook, which showed the shooter entering a mosque while shooting a shotgun, before switching to an assault 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 "Y'all are a bigot,racist,xenophobe,islamophobe,nazi,fascist!" (shown below).

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