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Navy Seal Copypasta (likewise known as the "Marine Copypasta", "Cyberspace Tough Guy Copypasta" and "Gorilla Warfare Copypasta") is a facetious bulletin containing a series of ridiculous claims and grandiose threats that portray the affiche as an Net tough guy stereotype. In the original mail service, the writer claimed to exist a sometime Navy Seal with a long history of combat experiences, using comical typos and hyperboles like "Gorilla Warfare," "300 Confirmed Kills" and "I can kill yous in over 700 ways with just my bare easily." 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 have originated on the military and weapons enthusiast epitome board Operator Chan sometime in 2010. The earliest archived posting was submitted on November 11th, 2010 to 4chan'due south /jp/^[four] (Otaku Culture) board, in which the affiche claimed to have seen the message previously on Operator Chan.

What the fuck did you merely fucking say nigh me, you lot piddling bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous hush-hush raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm the acme sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are zippo to me merely just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You lot retrieve you tin can get abroad with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Recall again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the United states of america and your IP is existence traced right now and so you lot better prepare for the storm, maggot. The tempest that wipes out the pathetic petty thing you telephone call your life. Yous're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over 7 hundred ways, and that's but with my bare hands. Non only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I take access to the unabridged armory of the U.s.a. Marine Corps and I volition utilize it to its total extent to wipe your miserable donkey off the confront of the continent, y'all little shit. If but you could accept known what unholy retribution your fiddling "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, perhaps y'all would have held your fucking natural language. Merely you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the toll, y'all goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over y'all and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo.

On May 24th, 2012, an anonymous user submitted a thread to the /pasta/^[i] board, claiming he had created the original copypasta 2 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

Spread

On April quaternary, 2012, Redditor fahottie submitted a screenshot of a YouTube comment featuring the copypasta to the /r/funny^[8] 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 beneath), which received over 87,000 views and 780 comments in the next nine months.

On August 17th, Urban Dictionary ^[7] member 487j submitted an entry for the term "gorilla warfare," defining information technology as training that "fake Navy Seals" receive. On November 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^[iii] subreddit and provided links to several notable variations. In the side by side month, the post received over 75 up votes and 135 comments.

Richi Phelps Facebook Post

On Feb 13th, 2013, 10-year-quondam 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 beyond the social networking site, with many Facebook users mocking the boy with photoshopped images for making boastful claims like having "extensive war machine training" groundwork and "an arsenal of weapons" at his disposal, while unaware of the fact that information technology was a copied bulletin. By February 14th, Phelps' viral status update had been identified as an adapted version of the Navy Seal copypasta. That aforementioned solar day, the Mexican news sites SDP Noticias^[x] and Sipse^[ix] 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 least 49 people were killed and an additional twenty were injured. The attacks were livestreamed by the shooter on Facebook, which showed the shooter inbound a mosque while shooting a shotgun, before switching to an assault 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 lot are a bigot,racist,xenophobe,islamophobe,nazi,fascist!" (shown below).

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Notable Variations

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