In post 368, Marky Mark wrote:Null at the least as in null-or-scummier or null-or-townier
I think just straight Null. I don't wanna fully believe the whole (You/Nero/T3) thought because that's just really crazy. I liked at the least you answered me, but felt some whiplash when you were being all NICE DEFLECTION and stuff
then why not just say null? Null at the least kinda implies something more either way
I like expanding my thoughts, I know sometimes they get all twisted but I try nonetheless
In post 368, Marky Mark wrote:Null at the least as in null-or-scummier or null-or-townier
I think just straight Null. I don't wanna fully believe the whole (You/Nero/T3) thought because that's just really crazy. I liked at the least you answered me, but felt some whiplash when you were being all NICE DEFLECTION and stuff
then why not just say null? Null at the least kinda implies something more either way
I like expanding my thoughts, I know sometimes they get all twisted but I try nonetheless
In post 357, Etine wrote:The reason why I scumread you is because I thought your Cabd read was fake
interesting, this is the first I'm hearing of that.
In post 75, Etine wrote:Why drop what you were doing with Cabd just to vote me for being audacious?
b/c it makes it sound like you were getting upset that I was doing more than 1 thing not that you believed my cabd push was fake.
You think my push is fake just b/c I haven't had an all-out war with him and I'm poking @ others? In a game with more than 1 scum it's my job to poke multiple people as I'm more likely to hit scum that way. Also, it's not entirely accurate that I've just stopped prodding @ cabd. 251 was directed @ him and honestly? cabd hasn't really done much that was useful wich is why my vote was still resting on him. I mean 98 is the kinda fake ragey post I see from scum from time to time and in hindsight I should have called it out but the rest seems useless to me.
Of all tyrannies,a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end they do so with the approval of their own conscience.
In post 379, Nero Cain wrote:I mean 98 is the kinda fake ragey post I see from scum from time to time and in hindsight I should have called it out but the rest seems useless to me.
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Do you not know of the glorious Pooky Russians on the Train fan fiction?
Have retired for good; Life is too busy to have time or energy for mafia. It was fun~
In post 379, Nero Cain wrote:I mean 98 is the kinda fake ragey post I see from scum from time to time and in hindsight I should have called it out but the rest seems useless to me.
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Do you not know of the glorious Pooky Russians on the Train fan fiction?
The train groaned and rumbled as it began its journey out of Vladivostok, 200 tons of metal coming to life as one, the steady thrum of the wheels on the track pounding like waves upon a beach. Most of the cars on the train were ordinary, filled with people weary and preparing to sleep for the long journey ahead; but on one there was the excited hum of activity. Cabd Dmitiri Konstantinovich was a bear of a man, his chest built like a brick wall, arms thick like tree trunks with tattoos running down both sides. His eyes were an unnatural shade of blue, so icy and cold in their intensity that they could peel back a man’s soul until it held no secrets from him. He had risen through the ranks of the Syndicate through sheer determination, retiring his rivals with a careful word or ruthless application of force. His favorite method of killing was to use a heavy rope to beat someone so hard that they willingly agreed to hang themselves with the same rope. He had made many enemies on his rise and buried even more – his cold blooded ambition the stuff of underworld legend. Among all his lieutenants he trusted only a handful – Syr, Peta, Fiery, Notty.
However an American seal team had just seized his shipment in Hokkaido three hours ago, and Cabd Dmitiri Konstantinovich knew there was at least one rat on the train. None of the four had any reason to know of the raid, for them this would be just an ordinary trip to Moscow for some fun – however he knew that someone had a guilty conscience. As the friends pounded shot after shot of vodka, he looked at each of them thinking about who would be the one to crack. As the train rumbled onwards, the talk became louder and more boisterous, the five friends recounting their escapades together, how they had stolen a cow from a local farmer when they were young, their first bank robbery together, and that time when Fiery had assassinated an informant by throwing him out of his hotel suite into a river. Life was so much simpler then, but now they had risen to a very high place, and the fall from such a place could be quite dramatic.
After hours and hours of small talk and chit chat, Cabd eyed Syr very carefuly and remarked to him that he did not seem to be as spirited as he usually was. Syr looked up at him to make a half-hearted excuse, but when he looked into Cabd’s eyes, he knew there was no point. A look of resignation came over his face – it was relief almost. He reached across the table and touched Cabd’s hand.
“Promise me you will not touch my family, they had nothing to do with this”
A hush fell over the train then, the only sound they could hear was the steady thump thump thump of the train wheels. Everyone knew what had to be done. Cabd rose up and took Syr’s hand like an old friend, and guided him to the room where such things were done. It was over quickly, such was the respect afforded a friend of thirty years. As they began to clean up, the realization swept over the others that they had just narrowly avoided death, as they themselves were being tested. Cabd poured out the last of the vodka and they drank once more to the dearly departed.
As Notty took the body out to dispose of it, as he had done for many others before. Cabd passed out cigarettes for his last two compatriots. Peta took a long wistful inhale while watching the snow fall outside.
“I will have to find if he had any other compatriots, the Americans could not have only one spy within the ranks.”
Cabd Dmitiri Konstantinovich sighed.
“No my friend, you won’t.”
Peta never felt the bullet enter his brain, his last thought was about the moonlight on the horizon and the snow flowers in the air. They looked so beautiful and free, and now he was too.
VOTE: Elements
Have retired for good; Life is too busy to have time or energy for mafia. It was fun~
It sounds even less convincing that your RVS. Cmon we are on 15th page.
I have no strong reasons against him, but I have feeling that he plays here much like a bad actor. Maybe because of the lack of experience.
For example this post #22 : "Nope. I remember you tho. From my first game. I played like a headless chicken. Kinda embarrassing." Especially about remembering me, ugh...
I'm (softly) triggered on almost every of these sentances, and on his other posts too... "nervous" about large game, because this is a first big game for him, huh... Vasex is definitely tr for him from the very beginning, how?...
I tried to read the others, but this is my best bet for now.
but ur argument seems to be that me voting you and doing other things while cabd was absent from the thread meant that I stopped pushing him and my push was fake and I'm not really sure that's even genuine
Of all tyrannies,a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end they do so with the approval of their own conscience.
Of all tyrannies,a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end they do so with the approval of their own conscience.
In post 385, Rathe wrote:if nero is town vasex is probably mafia
a bad vote doesn't necessarily make one scum. Is there some other reason here?
Of all tyrannies,a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end they do so with the approval of their own conscience.
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