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The Office - A Mafia Game

Discussion in 'Little Italy' started by Eidolonic, Oct 27, 2017.

  1. yeavoxxtalknah

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    Vote: GeneralHankerchief

    Wolfchat orders and I obey.
     
  2. Stanari

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    Come back friend :(
     
  3. Prophylaxis

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    I have no baseline for wolf play, yes, but the point of me being unable to work with you/Visor in the crossover game stands.

    OK, you might have some trouble understanding what I'm about to say, because my thoughts about this are kind of jumbled together in my brain, but here we go.

    1) I think it's far better to declare how I'm feeling about specific players from the hip/confidently, especially on Day 1, rather than preface reads with "I'm townreading this player, but I have paranoia about how good their wolf game is". With you in regards to this game, I think you are town because I think several of your posts (I can quote these if you want me to), plus your overall body of work, feels game solvey/like it comes from a town mindset. Plus, you strongly remind me of your play in the last game we played together.

    2) I don't know if you read Game 2 of the wildcard game, but dLGN had a great post here (http://www.mafiauniverse.com/forums...Championship?p=1415431&viewfull=1#post1415431) where he basically goes "sort by postcount, become WW expert". While I don't think this is something to always adhere to, I do think it's a decent starting point, and basically it boils down to this: With your posting and solving, you're either going to get shot at Night and my paranoia will subside (and will be replaced by a dread of "I wish Zack was alive") or you're going to have to keep solving and maintaining the facade as scum, which is increasingly difficult to do as the game goes on. So basically: Because of your activity and solving you're kind of mentally slotted into my "probably town" slot, and if you're still alive as the game goes on, then I will re-evaluate if necessary.

    Let me know if you want me to clear up this more.
     
  4. Zack

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    When, O GeneralHankerchief, do you mean to cease abusing our patience? How long is that madness of yours still to mock us? When is there to be an end of that unbridled audacity of yours, swaggering about as it does now? Do not the nightly kills placed on the townl—do not the posts made throughout the day—does not the alarm of the people, and the union of all good townies—does not the precaution taken of assembling the survivors in this thread—do not the looks and countenances of this venerable body here present, have any effect upon you? Do you not feel that your plans are detected? Do you not see that your conspiracy is already arrested and rendered powerless by the knowledge which every one here possesses of it? What is there that you did last night, what the night before—where is it that you were—who was there that you summoned to meet you—what design was there which was adopted by you, with which you think that any one of us is unacquainted?

    O tempora, o mores! We are all aware of these things; the town sees them; and yet this man lives. Lives! aye, he comes even into the thread. He takes a part in the public deliberations; he is watching and marking down and checking off for slaughter every individual among us. And we, gallant men that we are, think that we are doing our duty to the republic if we keep out of the way of his frenzied attacks.

    You ought, O Fuchs, long ago to have been led to execution by command of the townies. That destruction which you have been long plotting against us ought to have already fallen on your own head.

    What? Did not that most illustrious man, seireikhaan, the former moderator, in his capacity of a regular townie, put to death Montmorency, tho but slightly undermining the trust in him? And shall we, who are the town, tolerate GeneralHankerchief, openly desirous to destroy the whole world with fire and slaughter? For I pass over older instances, such as how Sasaki Kojiro with his own hand slew Subotan when plotting the destruction of a different town. There was—there was once such virtue in this forum that brave men would repress mischievous citizens with severer chastisement than the most bitter enemy. For we have a resolution of the town, a formidable and authoritative decree against you, O GeneralHankerchief; the wisdom of the players is not at fault, nor the dignity of this assembled group. We, we alone—I say it openly,—we, the town, are wanting in our duty

    The town once decided that Reenk Roink, the chief of police, should take care that the republic suffered no injury. Not one night elapsed. There was put to death, on some mere suspicion of disaffection, White_eyes:D, a man who had borne the most unblemished reputation for many day phases. There was slain Beefy187, a man of town status, and all his allies.. By a like decree of the senate the safety of the republic was entrusted to Kommodus, the the famous mafia hunter. Did not the vengeance of the town, did not execution overtake Andres, a man of the people, and Dutch_guy, the lurker, without the delay of one single day? But we, for these four days, have been allowing the edge of the town’s authority to grow blunt, as it were. For we are in possession of a similar decree of the town, but we keep it locked up in its parchment—buried, I may say, in the sheath; and according to this decree you ought, O GeneralHankerchief, to be put to death this instant. You live,—and you live, not to lay aside, but to persist in your audacity.

    I wish, O conscript fathers, to be merciful; I wish not to appear negligent amid such danger to the state; but I do now accuse myself of remissness and culpable inactivity. A camp is pitched in GeneralHankerchief’s inbox, two clicks away from this very thread, in hostility to the town; the number of the innocent decreases every day; and yet the general of that camp, the leader of those enemies, we see within this forum—aye, and even in the thread—planning every day some internal injury to the town. If, O GeneralHankerchief, I should now order you to be arrested, to be put to death, I should, I suppose, have to fear lest all good men should say that I had acted tardily, rather than that any one should affirm that I acted cruelly. But yet this, which ought to have been done long since, I have good reason for not doing as yet; I will put you to death, then, when there shall be not one person possible to be found so wicked, so abandoned, so like yourself, as not to allow that it has been rightly done. As long as one person exists who can dare to defend you, you shall live; but you shall live as you do now, surrounded by my many and trusty guards, so that you shall not be able to stir one finger against the town; many eyes and ears shall still observe and watch you, as they have hitherto done, tho you shall not perceive them.

    For what is there, O GeneralHankerchief, that you can still expect, if night is not able to veil your nefarious meetings in darkness, and if private messaging can not conceal the voice of your conspiracy within their confines—if everything is seen and displayed? Change your mind: trust me: forget the slaughter and conflagration you are meditating. You are hemmed in on all sides; all your plans are clearer than the day to us; let me remind you of them. Do you recollect that only a few posts ago I said in this thread that you and John had barely acknowledged each other? Was I mistaken, GeneralHankerchief, not only in so important, so atrocious, so incredible a fact, but, what is much more remarkable, in the very day? I said also in the thread that you had at times attacked people for being noncommital about things while you yourself were guilty of the same crime. Can you deny that on that very day you were so hemmed in by my arguments and my vigilance that you were unable to stir one finger against the town; when you said that you would be content with the flight of the rest, and the slaughter of us who remained? What? when you made sure that you would be able to seize the discussion on Day 3 by a nocturnal attack, did you not find that that nobody would listen to you, by my arguments, by my watchfulness and care? You do nothing, you plan nothing, you think of nothing which I not only do not hear, but which I do not see and know every particular of.

    Listen while I speak of this day past. You shall now see that I watch far more actively for the safety than you do for the destruction of the town. I say that you came into the thread (I will say nothing obscurely), that you completely and utterly ignored all of the prevailing arguments in order to make your own post and then exit; that your accomplice in the same insanity and wickedness did the same, too. Do you dare to deny it? Why are you silent? I will prove it if you do deny it; for I see here in the town one man who did that with you.

    O ye immortal gods, where on earth are we? in what forum are we posting? what metagame is ours? There are here,—here in our body, O conscript fathers, in this the most holy and dignified assembly of the whole world, men who meditate my death, and the death of all of us, and the destruction of this town, and of the whole world. I, the scumhunter, see them; I ask them their opinion about the game, and I do not yet attack, even by words, those who ought to be put to death by the sword. You were, then, O GeneralHankerchief, at the thread this day; you divided the posts into sections; you settled what every one was to say; you fixed what you would and would not respond to, whom you were to take with you; you portioned out the divisions of the town for conflagration; you undertook that you yourself would at once kill the remaining townies, and said that there was then only this to delay you,—that I was still alive. Your scum partner was found to deliver you from this anxiety, and to promise that very night, before daybreak, to slay my ally in the thread. All this I knew almost before your meeting had broken up. I strengthened and fortified my case with a stronger argument; I refused admittance, when they came, to those whom you sent in the morning with weak cases, and of whom I had foretold to many eminent men that they would come to me at that time.

    As, then, this is the case, O GeneralHankerchief, continue as you have begun. Leave the city at least; the gates are open; depart. That mafia camp of yours has been waiting too long for you as its general. And lead forth with you all your scumbuddies, or at least as many as you can; purge the town of your presence; you will deliver me from a great fear, when there is a wall between you and me. Among us you can dwell no longer—I will not bear it, I will not permit it, I will not tolerate it. Great thanks are due to the immortal gods, and to this very El Barto, in whose thread we are, the most ancient protector of this city, that we have already so often escaped so foul, so horrible, and so deadly an enemy to the town. But the safety of the town must not be too often allowed to be risked on one man. As long as you, O GeneralHankerchief, plotted against me while I was still alive, I defended myself, not with a doctor or roleblocker, but by my own private diligence. When, in the next day phase, you wished to slay my ally when I was actually buckling down, and your competitors also, in the thread, I checked your nefarious attempt by the assistance and resources of my own friends, without exciting any disturbance publicly. In short, as often as you attacked me, I by myself opposed you, and that, too, tho I saw that my ruin was connected with great disaster to the town. But now you are openly attacking the entire town.

    You are summoning to destruction and devastation the temples of the immortal gods, the houses of the city, the lives of all the citizens—in short, all the thread. Wherefore, since I do not yet venture to do that which is the best thing, and which belongs to my office and to the discipline of our ancestors, I will do that which is more merciful if we regard its rigor, and more expedient for the game. For if I order you to be put to death, the rest of the conspirators will still remain in the thread; if, as I have long been exhorting you, you depart, your companion, that worthless dregs of the game, will be drawn off from the town, too. What is the matter, GeneralHankerchief? Do you hesitate to do that when I order you which you were already doing of your own accord? The townie orders an enemy to depart from the game via lynch. Do you ask me, Are you to go into banishment? I do not order it; but, if you consult me, I advise it.

    For what is there, O GeneralHankerchief, that can now afford you any pleasure in this game? for there is no one in it, except that band of profligate conspirators of yours, who does not fear you,—no one who does not hate you. What brand of domestic baseness is not stamped upon your life? What disgraceful circumstance is wanting to your infamy in your private affairs? From what licentiousness have your eyes, from what atrocity have your hands, from what iniquity has your whole body ever abstained? Is there one youth, when you have once entangled him in the temptations of your corruption, to whom you have not held out a sword for audacious crime, or a torch for licentious wickedness?

    What? when lately by the PM from the host indicating you were mafia, did you not even add another incredible wickedness to this wickedness? But I pass that over, and willingly allow it to be buried in silence, that so horrible a crime may not be seen to have existed in this thread, and not to have been chastised. I pass over the ruin of your fortune, which you know is hanging over you against the ides of the very next phase; I come to those things, but to the welfare of the town and to the lives and safety of us all.

    Can the light of this life, O GeneralHankerchief, can the breath of this atmosphere be pleasant to you, when you know that there is not one man of those here present who is ignorant that you, on this very day, posted in the thread; that you had prepared your hand for the slaughter of the townies and chief men of the thread, and that no reason or fear of yours hindered your crime and madness, but the fortune of the town? And I say no more of these things, for the are not unknown to every one. How often have you endeavored to slay me, both as mafia and as acting townie? How many shots of yours, so aimed that they seemed impossible to be escaped, have I avoided by some slight stooping aside, and some dodging, as it were, of my body? You attempt nothing, you execute nothing, you devise nothing that can be kept hid from me at the proper time; and yet you do not cease to attempt and to contrive. How often already has that dagger of yours been wrested from your hands? How often has it slipped through them by some chance, and dropped down? And yet you can not any longer do without it; and to what sacred mysteries it is consecrated and devoted by you I know not, that you think it necessary to plunge it in the body of the townie.

    But now, what is that life of yours that you are leading? For I will speak to you not so as to seem influenced by the hatred I ought to feel, but by pity, nothing of which is due to you. You came a little while ago into the thread; in so numerous an assembly, who of so many friends and connections of yours saluted you? If this in the memory of man never happened to any one else, are you waiting for insults by word of mouth, when you are overwhelmed by the most irresistible condemnation of silence? Is it nothing that at your arrival all those seats were vacated? that all the men of innocent standing, who had often been marked out by you for slaughter, the very moment you sat down, left that part of the benches bare and vacant? With what feelings do you think you ought to bear this? On my honor, if all feared me as all your fellow townies fear you, I should think I must leave the thread. Do not you think you should leave the thread? If I say that I was even undeservedly so suspected and hated by my fellow townies, I would rather flee from their sight than be gazed at by the hostile eyes of every one. And do you, who, from the consciousness of your wickedness, know that the hatred of all men is just and has been long due to you, hesitate to avoid the sight and presence of those men whose minds and senses you offend? If your parents feared and hated you, and if you could by no means pacify them, you would, I think, depart somewhere out of their sight. Now, the town, which is the common parent of all of us, hates and fears you, and has no other opinion of you, than that you are meditating parricide in her case; and will you neither feel awe of her authority, nor deference for her judgment, nor fear of her power?

    And she, O GeneralHankerchief, thus pleads with you, and after a manner silently speaks to you: There has now for many years been no crime committed but by you; no atrocity has taken place without you; you alone unpunished and unquestioned have murdered the citizens, have harassed and plundered the allies; you alone have had power not only to neglect all laws and investigations, but to overthrow and break through them. Your former actions, tho they ought not to have been borne, yet I did bear as well as I could; but now that I should be wholly occupied with fear of you alone, that at every sound I should dread GeneralHankerchief, that no design should seem possible to be entertained against me which does not proceed from your wickedness, this is no longer endurable. Depart, then, and deliver me from this fear—that, if it be a just one, I may not be destroyed; if an imaginary one, that at least I may at last cease to fear.

    If, as I have said, the town were thus to address you, ought she not to obtain her request, even if she were not able to enforce it? What shall I say of your having given yourself into custody? what of your having said, for the sake of avoiding suspicion, that you were willing to dwell in the thread?

    Since, then, this is the case, do you hesitate, O GeneralHankerchief, if you can not remain here with tranquillity, to depart to some distant land, and to trust your life, saved from just and deserved punishment, to flight and solitude? Make a motion, say you, to the town (for that is what you demand), and if this body votes that you ought to go into banishment, you say that you will obey. I will not make such a motion—it is contrary to my principles, and yet I will let you see what these men think of you. Be gone from the living, O GeneralHankerchief; deliver the town from fear; depart into banishment, if that is the word you are waiting for. What now, O GeneralHankerchief? Do you not perceive, do you not see the silence of these men; they permit it, they say nothing; why wait you for the authority of their words when you see their wishes in their silence?

    But as to you, GeneralHankerchief, while they are quiet they approve, while they permit me to speak they vote, while they are silent they are loud and eloquent. And not they alone, whose authority forsooth is dear to you, tho their lives are unimportant, but the townies too, those most honorable and excellent men, and the other virtuous citizens who are now surrounding the thread, whose numbers you could see, whose desires you could know, and whose voices you a few minutes ago could hear,—aye, whose very hands and weapons I have for some time been scarcely able to keep off from you; but those, too, I will easily bring to attend you to the gates if you leave these places you have been long desiring to lay waste.

    And yet, why am I speaking? That anything may change your purpose? that you may ever amend your life? that you may meditate flight or think of voluntary banishment? I wish the gods may give you such a mind; tho I see, if alarmed at my words you bring your mind to go into banishment, what a storm of unpopularity hangs over me, if not at present, while the memory of your wickedness is fresh, at all events hereafter. But it is worth while to incur that, as long as that is but a private misfortune of my own, and is unconnected with the dangers of the game. But we can not expect that you should be concerned at your own vices, that you should fear the penalties of the laws, or that you should yield to the necessities of the republic, for you are not, O GeneralHankerchief, one whom either shame can recall from infamy, or fear from danger, or reason from madness.

    Wherefore, as I have said before, go forth, and if you wish to make me, your enemy as you call me, unpopular, go straight into banishment. I shall scarcely be able to endure all that will be said if you do so; I shall scarcely be able to support my load of unpopularity if you do go into banishment at the command of the town; but if you wish to serve my credit and reputation, go forth with your ill-omened band of mafia; betake yourself to JHT, rouse up the abandoned citizens, separate yourself from the good ones, wage war against your town, exult in your impious banditti, so that you may not seem to have been driven out by me and gone to strangers, but to have gone invited to your own friends.

    Tho why should I invite you, by whom I know men have been already sent on to wait in arms for you at the town square; who I know has fixed and agreed with the authorities upon a settled day; by whom I know that that silver eagle, which I trust will be ruinous and fatal to you and to all your friends, and to which there was set up in your house a shrine as it were of your crimes, has been already sent forward. Need I fear that you can long do without that which you used to worship when going out to murder, and from whose altars you have often transferred your impious hand to the slaughter of citizens?

    You will go at last where your unbridled and mad desire has been long hurrying you. And this causes you no grief, but an incredible pleasure. Nature has formed you, desire has trained you, fortune has preserved you for this insanity. Not only did you never desire quiet, but you never even desired any war but a criminal one; you have collected a band of profligates and worthless men, abandoned not only by all fortune but even by hope.

    Then what happiness will you enjoy! with what delight will you exult! in what pleasure will you revel! when in so numerous a body of friends, you neither hear nor see one good man. All the toils you have gone through have always pointed to this sort of life; your lying on the ground not merely to lie in wait to gratify your unclean desires, but even to accomplish crimes; your vigilance, not only when plotting against the sleep of husbands, but also against the goods of your murdered victims, have all been preparations for this. Now you have an opportunity of displaying your splendid endurance of hunger, of cold, of want of everything; by which in a short time you will find yourself worn out. All this I effected when I procured your rejection from the consulship, that you should be reduced to make attempts on your town as an exile, instead of being able to distress it as townie, and that that which had been wickedly undertaken by you should be called piracy rather than war.

    Now that I may remove and avert, O fellow townies, any in the least reasonable complaint from myself, listen, I beseech you, carefully to what I say, and lay it up in your inmost hearts and minds. In truth, if my town, which is far dearer to me than my life—if all the Gameroom—if the whole town were to address me, “GeneralHankerchief, what are you doing? will you permit that man to depart whom you have ascertained to be an enemy? whom you see ready to become the general of the war? whom you know to be expected in the camp of the enemy as their chief, the author of all this wickedness, the head of the conspiracy, the instigator of the slaves and abandoned citizens, so that he shall seem not driven out of the city by you, but let loose by you against the town? Will you not order him to be thrown into prison, to be hurried off to execution, to be put to death with the most prompt severity? What hinders you? Is it the customs of our ancestors? But even private men have often in this town slain mischievous citizens. Is it the laws which have been passed about the punishment of innocent citizens? But in this town those who have rebelled against the innocents have never had the rights of citizens. Do you fear odium with posterity? You are showing fine gratitude to the people which have raised you, a man known only by your own actions, of no ancestral renown, through all the degrees of honor at so early an age to the very highest office, if from fear of unpopularity or of any danger you neglect the safety of your fellow townies. But if you have a fear of unpopularity, is that arising from the imputation of vigor and boldness, or that arising from that of inactivity and indecision most to be feared? When this thread is laid waste by war, when arguments are attacked and cases in flames, do you not think that you will be then consumed by a perfect conflagration of hatred?”

    To this holy address of the town, and to the feelings of those men who entertain the same opinion, I will make this short answer: If, O conscript fathers, I thought it best that GeneralHankerchief should be punished with death, I would not have given the space of one hour to this man to live in. If, forsooth, those excellent men and most illustrious players not only did not pollute themselves, but even glorified themselves by the blood of Seamus Fermanagh, and Sasaki Kojiro, and Sigurd, and many others of old time, surely I had no cause to fear lest for slaying this parricidal murderer of the citizens any unpopularity should accrue to me with posterity. And if it did threaten me to ever so great a degree, yet I have always been of the disposition to think unpopularity earned by virtue and glory not unpopularity.

    Tho there are some men in this body who either do not see what threatens, or dissemble what they do see; who have fed the hope of GeneralHankerchief by mild sentiments, and have strengthened the rising conspiracy by not believing it; influenced by whose authority many, and they not wicked, but only ignorant, if I punished him would say that I had acted cruelly and tyrannically. But I know that if he arrives at the camp of scum to which he is going, there will be no one so stupid as not to see that there has been a conspiracy, no one so hardened as not to confess it. But if this man alone were put to death, I know that this disease of the town would be only checked for a while, not eradicated forever. But if he banishes himself, and takes with him all his friends, and collects at one point all the ruined men from every quarter, then not only will this full-grown plague of the town be extinguished and eradicated, but also the root and seed of all future evils.

    We have now for a long time, O conscript fathers, lived among these dangers and machinations of conspiracy; but somehow or other, the ripeness of all wickedness, and of this long-standing madness and audacity, has come to a head. But if this man alone is removed from this piratical crew, we may appear, perhaps, for a short time relieved from fear and anxiety, but the danger will settle down and lie hid in the veins and bowels of the thread. As it often happens that men afflicted with a severe disease, when they are tortured with heat and fever, if they drink cold water, seem at first to be relieved, but afterward suffer more and more severely; so this disease which is in the thread, if relieved by the punishment of this man, will only get worse and worse, as the rest will be still alive.

    Wherefore, O conscript fathers, let the worthless be gone,—let them separate themselves from the good,—let them collect in one place,—let them cease to plot against the townies in their own thread,—to surround the tribunal of the innocents,—to besiege the cases with poor logic,—to prepare brands and torches to burn the arguments; let it, in short, be written on the brow of every townie, what his sentiments are about the republic. I promise you, this, O conscript fathers, that there shall be so much diligence in us the townies, so much authority in you, so much virtue in the thread, so much unanimity in all good men that you shall see everything made plain and manifest by the departure of GeneralHankerchief,—everything checked and punished.

    With these omens, O GeneralHankerchief, be gone to your impious and nefarious war, to the great safety of the republic, to your own misfortune and injury, and to the destruction of those who have joined themselves to you in every wickedness and atrocity. Then do you, O Gameroom, who was consecrated by TosaInu with the same auspices as this forum, whom we rightly call the stay of this Gameroom and website, repel this man and his companions from your threads,—from the arguments and cases of the game,—from the lives and fortunes of all the citizens; and overwhelm all the enemies of good men, the foes of the town, the robbers of peace, men bound together by a treaty and infamous alliance of crimes, dead and alive, with eternal punishments.
     
  5. Prophylaxis

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    Oh god Zack why.
     
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    tld;dr
     
  7. Zack

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    Dude, come on. It's only five thousand words, you can read it.
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    Fair enough in italics.
     
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    Why would you do this.
     
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    I like how nobody cares that SR disappeared too.
     
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    Hey, I cared!

    I even mentioned it earlier.
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    Or maybe that was about some other SR related things. But I noticed!
     
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    Well... I also think GH may have been wolfy when he was here.

    I don't really have any opinion on SR in that regard and sort of suspect Cuth might be a wolf slangin wood at him.
     
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    Do you have a take on the fonti/me thing cuth did? More specifically his explanation for it from this evening?
     
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    Holy what the fuck wall of text?

    I'm just gonna read that as "GH scum"
     
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    I just deleted a bunch of nonsense I wrote that wasn't going anywhere.

    To be to the point: not really. Cuth is a weird guy, I suck at reading him generally, especially with something like that.
     
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    (It's another copypasta.)
     
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    Sorry, thought it was obvious from the sheer length and numerous references to the gameroom and players not in this game?
     
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    Took me way too long to make this post because I forgot I put an autorefresher on the page .__.

    Despite having listened to this song a significant number of times, I didn't even register that that was a line in it.


    Hey @tsaiah <3 where you at?
     
  19. Cuthalion

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    Hi, tsaiah here.
     
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    You look a little feathery to be Tsaiah.
     
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