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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 as an Net tough guy stereotype. In the original mail, the writer claimed to be a old Navy Seal with a long history of gainsay experiences, using comical typos and hyperboles like "Gorilla Warfare," "300 Confirmed Kills" and "I tin kill you in over 700 ways with just 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 take originated on the military machine and weapons enthusiast image board Operator Chan one-time in 2010. The earliest archived posting was submitted on November 11th, 2010 to 4chan'south /jp/^[4] (Otaku Civilization) lath, in which the poster claimed to have seen the message previously on Operator Chan.

What the fuck did you lot simply fucking say near me, y'all picayune bitch? I'll have y'all know I graduated superlative of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'thou the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are zero to me merely just some other 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 think yous tin can get away with saying that shit to me over the Net? Think again, fucker. Equally we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you lot ameliorate fix for the tempest, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic trivial affair you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can impale you in over seven hundred ways, and that'south just with my bare hands. Not but am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, just I take access to the unabridged arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use information technology to its total extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you lot little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your fiddling "clever" comment was about to bring downward upon yous, maybe you lot would take held your fucking tongue. Merely you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the cost, yous goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you volition drown in it. Yous're fucking dead, kiddo.

On May 24th, 2012, an bearding user submitted a thread to the /pasta/^[1] board, claiming he had created the original copypasta two to iii 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 April quaternary, 2012, Redditor fahottie submitted a screenshot of a YouTube annotate featuring the copypasta to the /r/funny^[8] subreddit (shown below), where it received more than 20,000 upwardly votes and 970 comments prior to existence 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 9 months.

On August 17th, Urban Dictionary ^[seven] member 487j submitted an entry for the term "gorilla warfare," defining it 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 bulletin to the /r/copypasta^[3] subreddit and provided links to several notable variations. In the next month, the post received over 75 upwardly votes and 135 comments.

Richi Phelps Facebook Post

On February 13th, 2013, 10-year-erstwhile Richi Phelps posted a status update featuring a version of the copypasta adjusted 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 boy 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 bulletin. By February 14th, Phelps' viral status update had been identified as an adjusted version of the Navy Seal copypasta. That aforementioned 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 additional xx 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 set on 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 nether the heading "Yous are a bigot,racist,xenophobe,islamophobe,nazi,fascist!" (shown below).

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Notable Variations

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