What would you do if you meet the above poster in irl?

Probably start talking about games. Or battle to the death. Whichever seems more amusing at any particular point of our encounter.
 
『I'll first stab their ***, then cut their *****, then bite their **** and then just **** them. Fill the blanks with your imagination ^_^』
 
『I'll transfer my consciousness in his body to get control over his clones.:evillaugh:
 
I would be down for that.
Then go get a beer, Guinness would be my preferred choice.
 

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A given mission, mechanical assault, manufactured devotion.
Red eyes, an upside-down form. Even the twisted shape was made to be that way.
No matter how cruel the slaughter, worse than a demon's,
or how gentle the kindness, greater than an angel's,
a machine has neither will nor madness—only code, and a few bugs.
So why, then, does it feel so unbearably sad?