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 The year is 2026. In 6 glorious years of Trump, America was made just about as great as it could be. Again. The wall was built, the taxes were cut, the trade wars won and America was turned into the sort of perfect Republic the founders imagined. Job creators managed and operated communities of their employees. Taxes were at an all time low, and the stock market was booming. Migrants and other non-desirables were finally under control. State and federal governments had weakened so much that they were practically irrelevant. The free market had become king, and private enterprises run by technocratic geniuses such as Musk and Bezos not only managed the affairs of humanity, but also took over the roles of managing the environment and doing other tasks formally entrusted to the government. More important than the states and previous demarcations of government and space, the new America resembled the glorious days of pre-Renaissance Europe, where large states gave way to micro-fiefdoms run by local alpha af small business owners, and people lived not in cities, but in “hubs” centered around the job creators and their bunkers. Neo-feudalism was the new normal, and it owned. Not only America resembled medieval Europe, but so did Europe. After Brexit, the EU had shattered into a hundred microstates, and nobody was able to find unity. That is, except for the Soviets. Vladimir Putin ended his final term as the Russian with a spectacular flourish: re-uniting the Soviet Union. Having spent decades investing time reintegrating the political and economic systems of the former Soviet states, he also had spent time carefully monopolizing all the wealth in the land. In 2023 the moment came for his plans to come to fruition, and within a few months not only was the re-establishment of the Soviet Union complete, but Putin nationalized all the private wealth, including his own. Now he was not the president of Russia, but the Premiere of the USSR 2. The Soviet Union was back, and just as the eternal science of Marxism-Leninism was once again being taught in schools across Eurasia, so too was the vile threat of communism once again spreading to every corner of the earth. Even to America.  Funded primarily by the ghost of Soros and the Homosexual Urbanite Lizard People of Hollywood (HULPH), the treacherous Democrat Party (the DP) was able to game the system in the 2024 elections. By resorting to dirty tricks such as allowing women and minorities to vote once again, they rigged the election in their favor, and installed their villainous leader into the Whitehouse. On the 20th of January, 2025 the 48th President of the United States, Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, took the reigns of power from President Pelosi, marking the darkest turning point in American history. Not just a socialist, AOC was an agent of the USSR2, and within six months collectivized and transformed the US into something ungodly. In response to the violent acts carried out by those who opposed the New Order, ALC turned to the international community to request help with her “peacekeeping mission”. Pretty soon there was a Soviet soldier on every street corner, and a tank parked in front of every garage. Welcome to an America strangled by socialism and Russian influence. Welcome to the USSA.  This is the scenario upon which the C-SPAM version of this game of Price of Freedom will be based. The story will take place in the Muskite Commonwealth of Cascadia (the MCC), the former domain of Elon Musk which was recently nationalized and collectivized. The players will represent various parts of the Resistance, which in 2026 means everyone who stands opposed to President AOC’s radical progressive agenda. I will give everyone some time to think about their characters before we begin to play. 
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Soundtrack: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o2jnX2y30DE
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Jan 22, 2019 06:18
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hell yeah make my america as free as possible
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Jan 22, 2019 06:32
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I would like to be a swamp techno-libertarian militant preppier
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Jan 22, 2019 06:34
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i call alex jones
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Jan 22, 2019 06:38
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I'm a swamp maoist who thinks AOC isn't going far enough and her election stands in the way of true progress So what's this thread about anyway
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Jan 22, 2019 06:38
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cool i sketched out a half dozen characters, i just need the rules now to hone it in!!
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Jan 22, 2019 06:42
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Mitsy "Ditzy" O'Malley wasn't a woman of politics. She didn't even notice the smoothe transition of power from the Americans to the Soviets. It wasn't until her babies had been vaccinated with mercury, a drug Chinese people use, that Mitsy realized her full potential as a freedom warrior. That is when Mitsy radicalized. She set up a radio station in her turnip cooler, or basement, and began broadcasting as Freedom Fox News. One day, a voice answered her on the radio. And asked her if she wanted to make freedom more free. Wis: 2 Cha: 19 Agi: 19 ("The greatest covenant of faith is one between a husband and wife") Str: 9 Int: 2 (Mitsy possesses a Mrs. Degree in biology from Bob Jones University) weapons: -An armored minivan. 3mp/g -An oven mitt made of looped elven steel hyperweave that can catch a vibroblade -Various cleaning chemicals -Can perform basic surgeries with kitchen supplies, but does not believe the Earth is more than 5,000 years old
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Jan 22, 2019 06:43
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I'm obama
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Jan 22, 2019 06:48
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what do i roll to betray the freedomites to Aunt Ocasio
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Jan 22, 2019 07:00
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Here are some sample characters to get you inspired. These are from the original Price of Freedom, which took place during the 80’s. This C Spam game will take place in the future in a different timeline and scenario as outlined above. These characters are just provided here now as inspiration, make a character that would fit into the world of 2026.     
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Jan 22, 2019 07:01
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ill take heat, ill duty, im jeb
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Jan 22, 2019 07:04
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*racks tek-9 while catching the bullet popping out of the chamber* Oh goshin'! Golly! Gee whiz and a big helping of How-Dee-Do there onnit! 
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Jan 22, 2019 07:08
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I am not going to make everyone learn a whole system of pen and paper RPG character creation it’s fixed skills and dice rolls and poo poo, so this will be how you make a character: Make one post that has a picture of your character and then copy and fill in the following character sheet and include it there. You have 50 attributes points that you can divide however you want. For Skills and Knowledge you have 100 points. You can only have up to 10 categories of skills and knowledge and they can be whatever you want; just make them up. There are some on the second pages of the character sheets above for inspiration, but invent new ones too. Weapon stats will also be a skill. So as an example, if you want you can write “nunchucks 15” and that will be one of your 10 slots, then you will have 9 slots and 85 points left for whatever. ~~~ Pic: Personal Info: Name: Age: Gender: Race/Nationality: Politics: Background: Attributes: Strength: Dexterity: Alertness: Wokeness: Healthiness: Skills & Knowledge 1. 2. 3. ... twoday has issued a correction as of 07:28 on Jan 22, 2019 |
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Jan 22, 2019 07:16
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Ok, make a post with a character sheet and transform yourself! I will leave these here for a couple days, depending on how quickly things go.
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Jan 22, 2019 07:20
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twoday posted:Here are some sample characters to get you inspired. These are from the original Price of Freedom, which took place during the 80’s. This C Spam game will take place in the future in a different timeline and scenario as outlined above. These characters are just provided here now as inspiration, make a character that would fit into the world of 2026. lol they included a trot
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Jan 22, 2019 07:42
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Pic: Personal Info: Name: Age: Gender: Race/Nationality: Politics: Background: Attributes: Strength: Dexterity: Alertness: Wokeness: Healthiness: Skills & Knowledge 1. 2. 3.
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Jan 22, 2019 08:17
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Personal Info: I will become the me I was always meant to be: a swivel-eyed swamp dwelling survivalist crank. Basically I want to be maoist Ted Kaczynski Name: Austin Redguard Age: 52 Gender: Swamp maoist Race/Nationality: Citizen of the world Politics: Swamp maoist Background: Swamp maoist Attributes: Strength: 20 Dexterity: 1 Alertness: 4 Wokeness: 20 Healthiness: 5 Skills & Knowledge Maoist theory: 15 Swamp BBQ: 10 Extremely rusty, illegal guns: 20 Improvised letterbombs: 15 Insanely pedantic, wearying arguments: 15 Fixing and driving extremely lovely old trucks: 15 Manifesto writing: 10
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Jan 22, 2019 08:42
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I call glenn greenwald
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Jan 22, 2019 08:58
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You guys really like swamps, eh
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Jan 22, 2019 14:11
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twoday posted:You guys really like swamps, eh [twoday wandering into AI]: wow, these guys are pretty into cars
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Personal Info: Name: Tad Ratliff Age: 38 Gender: Male Race/Nationality: Anglo (non-Hispanic) American Politics: Texan Secessionist Background: Hydraulic Fracturing, regional manager Attributes: Strength: 11 Dexterity: 13 Alertness: 7 Wokeness: 3 Healthiness: 16 Skills & Knowledge 1. Can throw a frisbee pretty far 50 2. Has listened through the five year "Thru the Bible with Dr. J. Vernon McGee" radio program twice 49 3. Piano 1 General Dog has issued a correction as of 19:42 on Jan 22, 2019 |
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Jan 22, 2019 19:31
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 Personal Info: Name: Giuseppe Gabagool Age: 57 Gender: All man baby Race/Nationality: Italian-American Politics: We wouldn’t be in this mess if the Republicans weren’t so sissy ya hears Background: Legitimate Business Owner who was taxed out of existence because of Socialism. Attributes: Strength: 15 Dexterity: 5 Alertness: 8 Wokeness: 7 Healthiness: 15 Skills & Knowledge 1. (Weapon) High School Football Trophy: 15 2. Smoothtalk: 15 3. Incoherent Yelling: 12 4. Cooking: 16 5. Disguise self as recliner chair: 26 6. Mob Medicine: 16 Dr. Killjoy has issued a correction as of 06:49 on Jan 23, 2019 |
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Pic:  Personal Info: Name: Malik Quintan Age: 28 Gender: Male Race/Nationality: White Politics: Techno-Libertarian Militant Background: Silicon Valley Pogrom Refugee Attributes: Strength: 15 Dexterity: 15 Alertness: 10 Wokeness: 2 Healthiness: 8 Skills & Knowledge 1. Automatic Weapons (15) 2. Handguns (10) 3. Rifles (15) 4. Demolition (10) 5. Driving (5) 6. Hacking (10) 7. Project Management (5) 8. Crypto-currency Mining (10) 9. Adobe Photoshop & Illustrator (5) 10. Deception (15) Bio: Malik Quintan was a computer toucher who never truly believed the lies of the Forgotten Valley; that the Great Men of Startups, knighted by the Sacred Order of Angel Investors, would lead mankind to a golden age through a litany of of food delivery and labor on demand smartphone applications. No sacrifice by the working class was too great for the luxury of the upper middle class geniuses that performed the true labor of the Second Renaissance. All Malik saw before him was marks needing to be separated from their money. Fake companies dreamed up for the sole purpose of securing first round funding before vanishing without a trace was a common scam of his - promising the world, if only he had a few million dollars. He had an easy life for himself, knowing just enough about slapping code together, faking mockups and prototypes, and keeping all his real money in a stash of assorted cryptocurrencies, in order to keep out from under the watchful eye of the tax (wo)man. It was all well and good until President Ocasio-Cortez's Great Pogrom of the Crapitalist Infested Silicon Valley was he forced to face the reality of his situation - he took his cold wallet of assorted cryptocurrencies, the small arsenal of illegal firearms he'd acquired including a SOCOM II M1A semi-automatic rifle, and a H&K USP Compact chambered in .45, and his "deck" - and made for the swamps of the MCC out of sight and out of mind of the tyrannical socialist regime. Still believing there was money to be made in this world, his divine belief in the free market's ability to provide for those willing to lie, cheat, and steal from the true believers of meritocracy and the free spirit of the American small business tyrant would see him through to the next American gilded age. If all else failed, he would just have to shoot his way out of the country. Taintrunner has issued a correction as of 07:53 on Jan 23, 2019 |
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Also here are some random character pictures if anyone was looking for some ideas, maybe twoday can use them or something:                      
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It's still possible to jump in, but for reference here is the list of... Players: cumshitter - Mitsy O Malley Zyla - ??? Crane Fist - Austin Redguard General Dog - Tad Ratliff Dr. Killjoy - Giuseppe Gabagool Taintrunner - Malik Quintan Jose - Glenn Greenwald Senji - Alex Jones snoremac - Prathew Taddings IV Flavius Aetass - Reed Albrecht twoday has issued a correction as of 05:40 on Jan 24, 2019 |
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Jan 24, 2019 03:52
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What are the stats on the Sword of Chang?
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Episode 1: Back to School Late November, 2026: The first purge caught most people off guard. The planners were good, they knew when to strike, and they came by surprise. There had been many who expected it, of course. The preppers and survivalists were the hardest to catch, and many got away or put up a fight. That's what they all thought - that they would get away. Those freedom fighters each have an interesting story, but this tale is not about those individuals. It's about the ones who were caught off guard. Malik Quintan was one such survivalist. Ready to hide out in the swamp for years if he had to, he had made all kinds of plans and preparations to go underground, and live like Yoda on Degoba in the backwoods swamps of the MCC. But no plan is perfect, and one day Malik ingested a bad bottle of stockpiled Soylent, which caused him to poo poo profusely all over the swamp. On about the 4th poo poo, he saw it. Although most of his wherewithal was being expended on making GBS threads (and on coming to grips with how hard he was making GBS threads), he did managed to see something out of the corner of his eye. It trigged his inner sense of alarm, but before he could do anything he felt the odd pressure and warmth on his shoulder, and suddenly his limbs grew heavy and he slumped over, falling into a pile of poo poo, while still making GBS threads profusely, even in unconsciousness. Next, on the other side of the same swamp, it came for Austin Redguard. Taking a break from fixing his lovely truck, he sat down on a log and felt a sharp pain in his lower back before slumping over on the ground. Guiseppe was out smoking a cigar when it happened. Tad was stepping out of his car. The only one who got a good look at the thing was Mitsy, because she got to see it on her electronic door bell monitor. She had been expecting an amazon delivery drone to come pick up a defective can of air freshener about which she had written a lengthy review and for which she had demanded a refund. The door bell rang and she checked the monitor and saw the drone. It was indeed an amazon delivery drone, even though she still wasn't used to the new paint scheme. Since Amazon had been nationalized, the yellow and grey color scheme of the drone had been replaced with yellow and red, the amazon logo replaced with the seal of the USSA: She opened the door to hand off the air freshener, but before she could do anything, as soon as she opened it, the drone shot a tranquilizer dart, hitting her with a clean shot to the neck and causing her to instantly pass out. ~~~~~ You all wake up at around the same time because of an extremely loud buzzing noise. You are on an Amtrak passenger train which has been stripped of most of its amenities, as have you. You are all wearing generic grey worker outfits and have none of your personal possessions. You each have a lanyard around your neck with your ID card. Through the window you can see that the train is pulling out of an industrial-looking train yard. There are mountains in the background; none of you recognize the place. The little sign that normally conveys information about the stops the train is making shows a static display with the words "Re-education Center (Express)." There are about 60 people in the train car, and you are all seated close to each other about the center of the car. You still feel kind of groggy and it is difficult to lift your limbs at first. twoday has issued a correction as of 04:40 on Jan 24, 2019 |
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Jan 24, 2019 04:36
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oh goddamnit. I swear a blood oath to murder the inventor of Soylent
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wazza, ah gently caress my aching head. hey this ain’t my daily tracksuit!
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You wake up a bit and can talk, but are still a little weak and tired. {If anyone new to the thread wants to jump in, post your character sheet in one post and your actions in another}
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Hope I'm not too late! Personal Info: Name: Pratthew Taddings IV Age: 18 Gender: Male Race/Nationality: Prefer not to say Politics: Obey Father Background: Family recently dispossessed of Taddings & Kumm toy empire Attributes: Strength: 12 Dexterity: 12 Alertness: 8 Wokeness: 0 Healthiness: 18 Skills & Knowledge 1. Sycophancy: 23 2. Gaming: 30 3. Plantation management: 17 4. Debate: 12 5. Beer: 18 snoremac has issued a correction as of 05:22 on Jan 24, 2019 |
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It's never too late to be put on the re-education train! But because your wokeness stat is a zero you are still asleep. Everyone else is now fully awake but slightly clumsy. twoday has issued a correction as of 05:21 on Jan 24, 2019 |
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"Oh dear. Oh dear. Oh dear," Mitzy thought. Mitzy clumsily leaned up in her chair. Cotillion and Purity classes had taught her that a woman must be a shining example of poise in all situations. After all, how could the men lead when they must also worry about hysterical women? She knew she must be strong. The first thing she noticed were her hands. They were cold. So cold. She looked down to find that her yellow dishwashing gloves had been removed. She scanned the train looking for familiar faces. She dared not speak, lest her voice give her away as the warm, nurturing voice of Freedom Fox Radio. Sure, her fellow riders were prisoners, but how could she know that none of them were dastardly agents of Communism? Why, a reeducation camp must be paradise to your typical Soviet soldier! Maybe an accent would help? But what accents did she know? What could be further from the smooth, chirping tone of her native Minnesotan speech? "Oi! I'm verklempt! Meshegunnah! Whose else heah is from Nawww Yawk?" Realizing what she had done, Mitzy drew her still weakened hand to her mouth with a soft slap. What a fool she had been: she had mistakenly done the voice of her popular Corrupt Union Leader character from her broadcasts. cumshitter has issued a correction as of 05:44 on Jan 24, 2019 |
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Pic: Personal Info: Name: Reed Albrecht Age: 48 Gender: M Race/Nationality: Extremely white Politics: Centrist liberal Background: Reed was doing just fine as a mid-level manager at a marketing company that specialized in "rebranding" industrial giants as cutting-edge green tech. He had a promotion coming up as soon as Frank retired and he had almost saved up for a boat, and he would pay his kids' college funds back with his new position. Reed didn't want to fight anyone. He was an ally of gays, ethnic minorities, women, and the poor. He did everything he could to think of them as his equal and attribute to them the strength to push through their situation, which he thought of as inspiring and noble. Everything was pretty much fine and looking up in America-- just a bit less property tax and the politicians actually COOPERATING for once and things would be perfect. Then the RUSSIANS happened and he lost his job when the building was turned into a temporary homeless shelter. Then ALEXANDRIA OBOSSYO-CORTEZ happened and his sons got taken to a camp because of their Youtube subscriptions. Finally, while waiting in line at the C-Mart to use his food card he couldn't take it anymore. "MERRY CHRISTMAS" he declared in the only act of real defiance in his life. The whispers began, and the pointing from the people standing next to the guard. Reed panicked and tried to run outside the store, but forgot that his food card was assigned to a level 4 C-Mart for able former white-collar workers, so the automatic doors didn't work. He crashed through the glass entrance and tried to crawl away, but the guards had already reached him. Attributes: Strength: 7 Dexterity: 8 Alertness: 14 Wokeness: 10 Healthiness: 11 Skills & Knowledge 1. Smoothtalk: 20 2. Microsoft Excel: 15 3. Fishing: 20 4. Camping: 10 5. Salsa dancing: 5 6. Karate: 5 7. Pop history: 25
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Reed awoke in an uncomfortable bed with a strange sensation. We're moving? Oh god, this is one of the trains... He instinctively reaches for his heart and his hand grazes the lanyard. He is immediately reassured, but then filled with sadness as one is upon awakening and realizing a dream wasn't real. Wait, how many camps are there? How long have we been traveling? Is there a chance I'll be taken to the same one as... Reed rises and looks around the car for a guard to approach and sort this all out with. Kyp, Hunter... I'm coming boys!
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Giuseppe gets up, feels a heart attack kicking in and instinctively reaches for a handful of aspirins and hitting only solid muscle lies back down. Breathe, breathe, as his hippie doctor (probably gay too) would tell him. Getting up the second time proves much more successful. Fully taking in the situation and from sheer rage he feels the heart attack trying again. First they take away his Legitimate Business, now they take his manhood. A man has a right to a mustard stained silk shirt, knockoff Raybans, and ugly jewelry adorning his sausage fingers. Giuseppe’s gonna do the Ivans, do ‘em good I tells yous. But first the voice of a goddamn angel catches his cauliflower ears. He can only respond in kind, as a respectful man does to a beeyootiful dame, “Hiya sweetcheecks I’m a Noo Yawker born an’ bred!” Dr. Killjoy has issued a correction as of 06:16 on Jan 24, 2019 |
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Having woken up with a searing headache and some loss of motor control every morning for the last 20 years, or however long it's been since I realized drinking varnish is actually good for the digestion, I'm not immediately surprised. I briefly consider going back to sleep, until a couple of someones from New York starts honking on about that pit of socialist devils. What drives those foul creatures to immediately advertise their soft, degenerate lifestyles? Might be time to look for a better seat. Maybe one with a view. Does this thing have windows?
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