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	~~'''THE GRAND DAD EMPIRE''' ARE~~ a ~~prolific VINESAUCE-centric MEME group based in BEDROCK CITY~~. ~~Their largest periods of activity seemed to be around the time SILVAGUNNER was terminated~~, ~~when they were hosting several unofficial VINESAUCE gaming events (which they assure~~ you ~~repeatedly are ''not'' official Tournaments and are in no way affiliated with JOEL)~~.		I want to tell you a story. Please sit down, I'll order you a drink.

	~~They operated out of the SilvaGunner YouTube channel until it~~ was ~~terminated in 2014~~, ~~after which they appear~~ to ~~have transitioned briefly~~ to ~~GiivaSunner in September of 2016 before returning~~ to ~~SilvaGunner in June of 2018~~.		There was a man I used to know named O'Henry. O'Henry was a 65 year old Irishman, a drunk old bastard who'd always have a tall tale to tell. So one day, the red-haired bastard decides to pick a fight with three little lads from out west, probably from Idaho or Iowa or something. These little brats' ages combined weren't even close to O'Henry's, but he was far too drunk to care. He usually was.

	~~== CHANNELS ==~~		All four of them, and myself, we walk outside. The little western bastards all laugh about how they have "real shooting irons" straight from Smythe and Wesson. They probably got them as presents from their rich parents, I muse, and they've probably never even used 'em for combat before now. Even so, they're young, and probably quicker on the draw then 'ole O'Henry. Also, there was no way a man his age could hope to win three duels in a row!
	~~The original forums appeared to function as~~ four ~~services: preparation~~ and ~~communication in service of coming events~~, ~~discussion~~ about ~~new HIGH-QUALITY RIPS~~, ~~MEME showcase~~, and ~~general VINESAUCE or unrelated discussion~~.

	~~{{awesome}}== EVENTS ==~~		The little brown haired punk looks at O'Henry. "Well old man?" he says in a nasally, upper-crust voice. "Who's first?"
	The ~~VINESAUCE MEME events that The GRAND DAD EMPIRE held were known for being diverse and involved, due~~ in ~~large part to their incredibly strong YTP scene. These events would involve VINESAUCE-branded fan-made HIGH-QUALITY RIPS for SONGS that wouldn't exist for nearly~~ a ~~decade~~, ~~and some that still don~~'~~t! They also hosted some of the~~ first ~~KING FOR ANOTHER DAY tournaments, with fan HIGH-QUALITY RIPS.~~

	~~In later years~~, ~~an event known as GRAND FEST was hosting PREMIERES for GRAND DAD Fantasy~~, ~~KING FOR ANOTHER DAY, GRANDmachine, HE THICC 69, and MEME Wars, as of 2019~~.		"I'll take ya all on at once, ya greasy little sods!" His voice, it's starting to slur a bit around the edges. He doesn't seem to notice.

	~~== HIGH-QUALITY RIPS and MEMES ==~~		The boys crack out laughing. "Riiiiight," says the black haired one. I want to punch this little spitfuck in his dumb face, but I resist the urge. I pull on O'Henry's arm.
	~~Some HIGH-QUALITY RIPS appear~~ to ~~have seen releases or updates~~ in ~~5th and 6th edition~~. ~~Note that The GRAND DAD EMPIRE seem to have been most active between 2012 and 2019~~.

	* GRAND DAD 2: SPASTIC BOOGALOO		"You sure you want to go through with this, old man?"
	* GRAND DAD 3: THE GAUNTLET OF ASS (FEATURING SMOL NOZOMI, ~~TITO DICKMAN, SPONGE, HE THICC, and SANS UNDERTALE)~~
	* GRAND DAD 4: GRAND DAD IS GOD
	* GRAND DAD 5: DEATH TO 1D4CHAN

	~~GRAND DAD IS LOVE~~		He looks at me with a grin. "Trust me, boy. I got a little present from a stranger last night, during a poker game. Nice guy. You'll like it, I promise."
	~~GRAND DAD IS LIFE~~
	~~GRAND DAD WILL CONQUER THIS WIKI~~		I walk back, and the four of 'em, they take positions. Old man O'Henry on one side, the little spitfucks from Idaho or some shit on the other. They wait for the bell.
	~~FOR MEMES~~
	~~FOR VINESAUCE~~		It goes off. O'Henry, he pulls out the weirdest fucking gun I ever saw. Three barrels, and one trigger. He pulls it, and three bangs echo out. Before the little spoiled brats can even try to pull their guns out, they're already dead, each with a bullet right through the skull.
	~~AND FOR~~
	~~SILVAGUNNER~~		"How'd you..." I stammer, my breath taken away.
	~~[[Category~~: ~~Meme]][[Category: GRAND DAD]][[Category: GRAND DAD Fantasy]][[Category~~: ~~Awesome]]~~
			He laughs. "Little Cerberus 'ere, me boy. Three a' Hearts. I don't even gotta aim, she does all da aimin fer me, and even hits two other targets. Pretty handy for a old sod like meself, eh, boy?" He laughs and pulls me back in, and we drink for the rest of the night.

			I bring this up because some bastard in black killed my friend a while back. From what I gather his name is Crockett. All I know about him is he clicked the barrel of an empty Derringer at his head, and what he told O'Henry right after that, three days before the old bastard's death:
			"The Iowa family sends their regards."

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	~~I want to tell you~~ a ~~story~~. ~~Please sit down~~, I'~~ll order you a drink~~.		'''THE GRAND DAD EMPIRE''' ARE a prolific VINESAUCE-centric MEME group based in BEDROCK CITY. Their largest periods of activity seemed to be around the time SILVAGUNNER was terminated, when they were hosting several unofficial VINESAUCE gaming events (which they assure you repeatedly are ''not'' official Tournaments and are in no way affiliated with JOEL).

	~~There~~ was ~~a man I used~~ to ~~know named O'Henry. O'Henry was a 65 year old Irishman, a drunk old bastard who'd always~~ have ~~a tall tale to tell. So one day, the red-haired bastard decides~~ to ~~pick a fight with three little lads from out west, probably from Idaho or Iowa or something. These little brats' ages combined weren't even close~~ to ~~O'Henry's, but he was far too drunk to care. He usually was~~.		They operated out of the SilvaGunner YouTube channel until it was terminated in 2014, after which they appear to have transitioned briefly to GiivaSunner in September of 2016 before returning to SilvaGunner in June of 2018.

	~~All~~ four of ~~them, and myself~~, ~~we walk outside. The little western bastards all laugh~~ about ~~how they have "real shooting irons" straight from Smythe and Wesson. They probably got them as presents from their rich parents~~, ~~I muse~~, and ~~they've probably never even used 'em for combat before now~~. ~~Even so, they're young, and probably quicker on the draw then 'ole O'Henry. Also, there was no way a man his age could hope to win three duels in a row!~~		== CHANNELS ==
			The original forums appeared to function as four services: preparation and communication in service of coming events, discussion about new HIGH-QUALITY RIPS, MEME showcase, and general VINESAUCE or unrelated discussion.

	The ~~little brown haired punk looks at O~~'~~Henry. "Well old man?" he says in~~ a ~~nasally~~, ~~upper~~-~~crust voice~~. ~~"Who's first?"~~		{{awesome}}== EVENTS ==
			The VINESAUCE MEME events that The GRAND DAD EMPIRE held were known for being diverse and involved, due in large part to their incredibly strong YTP scene. These events would involve VINESAUCE-branded fan-made HIGH-QUALITY RIPS for SONGS that wouldn't exist for nearly a decade, and some that still don't! They also hosted some of the first KING FOR ANOTHER DAY tournaments, with fan HIGH-QUALITY RIPS.

	~~"I'll take ya all on at once~~, ~~ya greasy little sods!" His voice~~, ~~it's starting to slur a bit around the edges. He doesn't seem to notice~~.		In later years, an event known as GRAND FEST was hosting PREMIERES for GRAND DAD Fantasy, KING FOR ANOTHER DAY, GRANDmachine, HE THICC 69, and MEME Wars, as of 2019.

	~~The boys crack out laughing. "Riiiiight," says the black haired one. I want~~ to ~~punch this little spitfuck~~ in ~~his dumb face, but I resist the urge~~. ~~I pull on O'Henry's arm~~.		== HIGH-QUALITY RIPS and MEMES ==
			Some HIGH-QUALITY RIPS appear to have seen releases or updates in 5th and 6th edition. Note that The GRAND DAD EMPIRE seem to have been most active between 2012 and 2019.

	~~"You sure you want to go through with this~~, ~~old man?"~~		* GRAND DAD 2: SPASTIC BOOGALOO
			* GRAND DAD 3: THE GAUNTLET OF ASS (FEATURING SMOL NOZOMI, TITO DICKMAN, SPONGE, HE THICC, and SANS UNDERTALE)
			* GRAND DAD 4: GRAND DAD IS GOD
			* GRAND DAD 5: DEATH TO 1D4CHAN

	~~He looks at me with a grin. "Trust me, boy. I got a little present from a stranger last night, during a poker game. Nice guy. You'll like it, I promise."~~		GRAND DAD IS LOVE
			GRAND DAD IS LIFE
	~~I walk back, and the four of 'em, they take positions. Old man O'Henry on one side, the little spitfucks from Idaho or some shit on the other. They wait for the bell.~~		GRAND DAD WILL CONQUER THIS WIKI
			FOR MEMES
	It goes off. O'Henry, he pulls out the weirdest fucking gun I ever saw. Three barrels, and one trigger. He pulls it, and three bangs echo out. Before the little spoiled brats can even try to pull their guns out, they're already dead, each with a bullet right through the skull.		FOR VINESAUCE
			AND FOR
	~~"How'd you..." I stammer, my breath taken away.~~		SILVAGUNNER
			[[Category: Meme]][[Category: GRAND DAD]][[Category: GRAND DAD Fantasy]][[Category: Awesome]]
	He laughs. "Little Cerberus 'ere, me boy. Three a' Hearts. I don't even gotta aim, she does all da aimin fer me, and even hits two other targets. Pretty handy for a old sod like meself, eh, boy?" He laughs and pulls me back in, and we drink for the rest of the night.

	I bring this up because some bastard in black killed my friend a while back. From what I gather his name is Crockett. All I know about him is he clicked the barrel of an empty Derringer at his head, and what he told O'Henry right after that, three days before the old bastard's death:
	~~"The Iowa family sends their regards."~~

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	I bring this up because some bastard in black killed my friend a while back. From what I gather his name is Crockett. All I know about him is he clicked the barrel of an empty Derringer at his head, and what he told O'Henry right after that, three days before the old bastard's death:		I bring this up because some bastard in black killed my friend a while back. From what I gather his name is Crockett. All I know about him is he clicked the barrel of an empty Derringer at his head, and what he told O'Henry right after that, three days before the old bastard's death:
	"The Iowa family sends their regards."		"The Iowa family sends their regards."

	~~-Warboss Krumpashredda~~

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I want to tell you a story. Please sit down, I'll order you a drink.

There was a man I used to know named O'Henry. O'Henry was a 65 year old Irishman, a drunk old bastard who'd always have a tall tale to tell. So one day, the red-haired bastard decides to pick a fight with three little lads from out west, probably from Idaho or Iowa or something. These little brats' ages combined weren't even close to O'Henry's, but he was far too drunk to care. He usually was.

All four of them, and myself, we walk outside. The little western bastards all laugh about how they have "real shooting irons" straight from Smythe and Wesson. They probably got them as presents from their rich parents, I muse, and they've probably never even used 'em for combat before now. Even so, they're young, and probably quicker on the draw then 'ole O'Henry. Also, there was no way a man his age could hope to win three duels in a row!

The little brown haired punk looks at O'Henry. "Well old man?" he says in a nasally, upper-crust voice. "Who's first?"

"I'll take ya all on at once, ya greasy little sods!" His voice, it's starting to slur a bit around the edges. He doesn't seem to notice.

The boys crack out laughing. "Riiiiight," says the black haired one. I want to punch this little spitfuck in his dumb face, but I resist the urge. I pull on O'Henry's arm.

"You sure you want to go through with this, old man?"

He looks at me with a grin. "Trust me, boy. I got a little present from a stranger last night, during a poker game. Nice guy. You'll like it, I promise."

I walk back, and the four of 'em, they take positions. Old man O'Henry on one side, the little spitfucks from Idaho or some shit on the other. They wait for the bell.

It goes off. O'Henry, he pulls out the weirdest fucking gun I ever saw. Three barrels, and one trigger. He pulls it, and three bangs echo out. Before the little spoiled brats can even try to pull their guns out, they're already dead, each with a bullet right through the skull.

"How'd you..." I stammer, my breath taken away.

He laughs. "Little Cerberus 'ere, me boy. Three a' Hearts. I don't even gotta aim, she does all da aimin fer me, and even hits two other targets. Pretty handy for a old sod like meself, eh, boy?" He laughs and pulls me back in, and we drink for the rest of the night.

I bring this up because some bastard in black killed my friend a while back. From what I gather his name is Crockett. All I know about him is he clicked the barrel of an empty Derringer at his head, and what he told O'Henry right after that, three days before the old bastard's death:
"The Iowa family sends their regards."

-Warboss Krumpashredda

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