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Navy Seal Copypasta (also known every bit the "Marine Copypasta", "Internet Tough Guy Copypasta" and "Gorilla Warfare Copypasta") is a facetious message containing a serial of ridiculous claims and grandiose threats that portray the poster as an Internet tough guy stereotype. In the original post, the author claimed to be a erstwhile 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 simply my bare hands." Since its emergence in mid-2012, the copypasta has spawned a diversity of spin-off stories, like to the John Copypasta meme.

Origin

The copypasta is believed to have originated on the military and weapons enthusiast image lath Operator Chan sometime in 2010. The earliest archived posting was submitted on November 11th, 2010 to 4chan'southward /jp/^[four] (Otaku Culture) lath, in which the affiche claimed to have seen the bulletin previously on Operator Chan.

What the fuck did y'all simply fucking say about me, you trivial bitch? I'll have yous know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous surreptitious raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'yard the top sniper in the entire US military. You are nothing to me but 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 call back yous can get away with maxim that shit to me over the Internet? Think once again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the The states and your IP is existence traced right at present so you lot better prepare for the tempest, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing y'all phone call your life. You're fucking expressionless, kid. I can exist anywhere, anytime, and I can kill yous in over vii hundred ways, and that's just with my blank hands. Not simply am I extensively trained in unarmed gainsay, only I accept access to the unabridged arsenal of the United states Marine Corps and I volition use information technology to its total extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face up of the continent, you little shit. If merely you could have known what unholy retribution your niggling "clever" comment was nigh to bring down upon you, perhaps you would take held your fucking tongue. But yous couldn't, you didn't, and now you lot're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and yous will drown in information technology. You lot're fucking dead, 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 iii 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 Apr 4th, 2012, Redditor fahottie submitted a screenshot of a YouTube comment featuring the copypasta to the /r/funny^[viii] subreddit (shown below), where it received more than than 20,000 upwards 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 below), which received over 87,000 views and 780 comments in the next ix months.

On Baronial 17th, Urban Dictionary ^[seven] fellow member 487j submitted an entry for the term "gorilla warfare," defining information technology equally training that "fake Navy Seals" receive. On November 16th, Newgrounds^[5] user JoePorter134 uploaded a dramatic reading of the copypasta. On Jan tenth, 2013, Redditor LiterallyKesha submitted the message to the /r/copypasta^[three] subreddit and provided links to several notable variations. In the next month, the postal service received over 75 upward votes and 135 comments.

Richi Phelps Facebook Post

On February 13th, 2013, 10-year-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 beyond the social networking site, with many Facebook users mocking the male child with photoshopped images for making boastful 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 Feb 14th, Phelps' viral status update had been identified equally an adapted 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 place at the Al Noor Mosque and Linwood Islamic Centre in Christchurch, New Zealand, during which at least 49 people were killed and an boosted twenty were injured. The attacks were livestreamed past the shooter on Facebook, which showed the shooter inbound a mosque while shooting a shotgun, before switching to an assault rifle and murdering people within. 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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