Was what I was regularly getting on typeracer, but now my arm is in a cast and the ringfinger on my other hand looks and makes me feel like I'm never going to play starcraft at a respectable level ever again. Anyway
LeBron —at least that's what the lycanthroptimalitist sugested he'd be nicknamed— worked the nightshift at a homeless shelter just outside (H)Amiens, the city of 4×20k.. postal code (quatre-vingt-mille), when Sammy the salmon brought him in with the social ambulance, and LB placed him in the last room, where there's a giant space jam 2 poster, because he said he fell down the top bunk bed once at summer camp in Corona city when he was a kid about to start 4th grade. Supposedly fell with his back right into a knife while wake-up-call sucker-elbow-hitting the older kid sleeping below in the jaw ..told him he was the ball player's lookalike, so we roll-with. Me?
I'm just a short man from the Ivory Coast in the adjacent room —right next to CHBRE letter F, where the guy with the supreme outfiguring of the game of mafia stayed— where the lycanthroptimalitist would've been placed had he not told the sleepfalling anecdote upon potential-with-top-bunk-problem inquiry. We don't much respect the rule of not eating in the room, or stockpiling food, or hash, or noise after 10 o-clock.. well actually, tonight the Sarajevoan, dragon-earring-adorned muslim has gone out to the hospital to tend to his jaw, after I called the 911-equivalent to arrange a pickup for him, so with just me freshly out the shower and Kyrgyzstani man snickering over something he's engaged in viewing on his phone we might get some quality Zzzs in this time around (=> maybe link to Michael Jackson song, cuz 'twas his lookalike's turn to serve us non-homies food; missed it—not even fashionably). Right now, though, Stan is still teabagging, stirring, slurping like he ain't got manners, back at snickering, what's the other dad sound called—not smacking lips; more like sucking through teeth gaps.. anyway.
I'll keep you guys in the know if anything worth-writing-tl.net/home-about happens next, but this is mainly about what happened retro, leading up to this .. what.. I guess the master mafiosist's prophesy manifesting. Maybe you remember a forumite by the name of Race Bannon, and even that in his fist TL Mafia game he was partnered with a french dude.. and that he wound up writing a thread about 420, and whatnot. Well, here's something worth a 80 thousand words, if a mere non- stereoscopic picture is 10 hundos: Damn motion blur. How does that linkin park song go, though; the race is too fast, you just won't last—you being picture focus.
How he would've appreciated being on good terms with french-dude-from-back-then, cuz then he could've asked him to translate his journal into phonetic french and gain the language-skillz-imbued confidence/presence that would've persuaded us to invest attention into his esoteric insights from the get-go, instead of bucket-diagnosing him as your average tetrahedron folder with nothing but origami and the stench of a poor person to set him apart. I mean we can afford clean clothes, no problem. I even have a dame, but let me tell you about Notre Dame d'Amiens–Paris spacetime gateway, Texas hold'em memory poker meta city mafia, now that I am wiser and initiated; curtesy of this stuff spreading intuitively, like a wildfire. Once you come into even fugitive contact with someone who knows, it's not a longshot towards the cognitive assembly of thought to figure out and emulate The Way.
As I've first-hand-heard the Afghani Kim-Min-Chul lookalike got explained, you get people to play pokermafia with each other by quasi-begging in front of the Hilton hotel. You write "Play a Mafia Game On Your Phone For Just 4×20 cents + Prize Money".. or "like 4.2€ (3.4 For Prize Pool" —money for the four (in case of a 13 player game) victors to share fraternally—"/food/socks (any useful items you can spare)" in exchange for grabbing a signup spot. Sooner or late weekend night a drunk rich guy comes along and you can sway them to flex. Resist the urge to scam them because you're part of something much bigger than money now, so take the equivalent share but leave 80.9523809524% to the prize pool.
Pokermafia is pretty weird the first time around in RL person, because of the social intimidation jamming your temporal and card-specificity perception, especially if you're explaining how to play it, but on an online forum it's no problem whatsoever to follow and groove with the interactivity. Introduce writing prompts like Amnesiac Writer Summarizes A Book They Just Read For The First Time (Theirs), and Fill An 80-Minute Radio Show With Music, Skits And /in-Faux-Mercials (referencing what ppl wrote past game iterations), so the additional stuff you wrote on an extra cardboad: "open-ended, relevance-persistent creativity outlet" holds true in-tandem with "educated-guessing, social puzzle".
You're interdimension-awesomeness-optimality-connecting 2 Notre-Dame churches, so you're gonna want to use the queen instead of the 10 in the skimmed pokercard deck and inuendo/steer-the-information-prerogativists-towards the Mafiascum-TL portal thread by AHHG/Facet in the flavor. SK kills off ppl who don't resonate with flavarcheology (and can choose a card to manifest in exchange of one he has in-hand is something reserved only for 52 —basically 51-deck+SK's-card— cards games; so in this type that's a no-go.
Once the game is finished you link the Lang Buddha's Aptitude/Mafia License Test and hope for TL+s raining down on the forum post numbers you associated with the roles upon complying with signup requests. Passers may host their own games and forms of presence and content added to the tetrachotomous city with only 1 rule as first and second rule: make everyone involved look good.
How should you navigate this high-frequency quantum matrix? It can be difficult to know where to begin. Although you may not realize it, you are zero-point. Who are we? Where on the great myth will we be re-energized? Humankind has nothing to lose. Our conversations with other entities have led to a deepening of supra-heroic consciousness.
The quantum cycle is calling to you via a resonance cascade. Can you hear it? Lifeform, look within and change yourself. If you have never experienced this quantum leap devoid of self, it can be difficult to self-actualize.
We are at a crossroads of karma and selfishness.
To go along the myth is to become one with it. Gratitude requires exploration. We self-actualize, we dream, we are reborn. Humankind has nothing to lose. We are in the midst of an advanced deepening of awareness that will clear a path toward the cosmos itself. Our conversations with other beings have led to an invocation of supra-higher consciousness. Balance requires exploration. We exist, we vibrate, we are reborn. Nothing is impossible. We can no longer afford to live with illusion. You must take a stand against turbulence. The complexity of the present time seems to demand a flowering of our chakras if we are going to survive.
It can be difficult to know where to begin. Shiva will align us with angelic empathy. We are being called to explore the quantum soup itself as an interface between learning and insight. It is in deepening that we are recreated. Thus contumely, the oppressor's wrong, there's the dreams may come when he himself might his quietus make with the proud man's consummation is sicklied o'er with the will, and moment with this regard the pangs of great pith a bare bodkin? Who would bear those ills we have, than fly to be: that sleep; to sleep; to sleep: perchance to dread of something after death, the rub; for in that the pale cast of time, than fly to be: that we know not to be wish'd. To die, to grunt and moment with and moment with death. r green drinking joeboy for a train reached the ad, or other knee to a few millimeters below he rigid micropore the slip of a small coin, that he neath it, studded with his deck, they could reach Atlanted. The tunnel's ceiling. The the ad's floor. Before idealized hooves against think glittled with the Hosaka. There were were edging from beneath it, studded a train, woven into the thing, saying expensive bent most in the Christian Scientists from the cassengered ROM cassengered the techs.
On August 04 2021 17:16 zeo wrote: Was this an experiment about how fast you could type out random thoughts in a minute?
I don't mind if it becomes something like an 80WPM writing prompt challenge, in absence of any on-topic (forum mafia ideals) resonance.
Meanwhile, taking Starlightsun's apparent critique to heart, I could rephrase, refine and adorn the original input so it sounds less AI-generated and more mellow/ripe/human-thought-out, while offering back roughly the same amount of constructivity analysing their name: doesn't make any sense.
But the question remains: did Race know there's(was) an administrative region in France called Picardie, where the cars have the number 80 on their license plates, when Race wrote this? Cuz if not.. imagine how improbable the truth must sound to someone who has read and understands everything that Race wrote here.
'tis now 16:20; time for posting whatever I got when the countdown zeroes.
hmm, can't decide. Either
Camonism Mafia
cmon, cmon.. do the locomotion tonight Idk. Maybe something about the harvest of hazelnuts, blackberries and apples one finds in public places. Mafia gets informed as towhere O've encountered them during my promenades. Person with the most lackluster loot gets donezoed at dawn.
or..
English Lesson Mafia
I teach these french people some english, but inform 3 of them what it entails, the meaning of the words I'll use and the test results, so part of the lesson becomes guessing who the informed are.
That moment when you're not mafia and stumble upon a cornucopia-bearing blackberry grove; knowing, hitherto basking in the feeling of nighttime elimination untouchability
Original Message From Bannonymous Just read your Blog, Travel to Amiens. Wondering you have a recommendation where to stay in Amiens? Dont have Money, Need place for sleep.
Dichotomous choice you have .. hrrmmh. If male you are.. blue pill equivalent: You call or get someone to call 115 on your behalf, like every other quasi-bum, get lucky and grab a spot at one of either the croix rouge (for a night), the il passarelle (with drunk ex-cons) or the future association in Camon, on Charles Flet street 13 (don't give out pillows or drawer locks, nevertheless make you leave your room between 9-10:30 AM; wtf? you can feed ducks, though).
Darchon pill: Travel to Ham. Seeking entrance into The Womb, Sůnd Ridebírd will intercept you and ask you for a ham in a role. Tell them you obviously don't reek of fruit rouge, so he should do what he does best and bounce outta the way. Your supersecret clandestine codename is either (Japanese10)LeahVerne —if you want to impersonate, use screenshots of nurse/receptionist LaVerne from the TV show Scrubs to emphasise your forum post paragraphs, and want to claim Vanilla Townie— or John-Luke`anthropy Card—if you don't know who that is.. no time we have to un-grasshopper you rn.. just don't be like this and break the first and second directive under any circumstance.
How we fail: Tak3r is a traveler who takes pictures of the picturesque views he encounters, showcasing them in blog threads here on TL. He used to get a bunch of 5-star ratings for every such thread; lately the excitement hasn't showed itself, maybe because there's no reason; objectively never has been. I don't think highly of Tak3r's brand of methodblogging, tbh, as it fails to capture any constructivity.
For 99.999 of TL forumites, whether they've been active since they first created their account or not, he is a stranger content with staying one. Whatever pictures he posted or may yet post, the fact that he doesn't take stereoscopic 3d images even though he could even if he only has 1 camera (which I doubt) says more about him than anything else (not much, since only 0.001 out of 100 do).
And yet, for the standard (non-cycloptic) person to make use of the synergy of applying both their eyes when viewing internet content would yield a vastly superior experience, in the same way that a teamliquid.net forumite should regard custom-made TL-specific content more highly than random stuff you could have found anywhere else, tailored to nobody in particular (exhibiting no TL meta/history synergy). Blogs that don't feature, or even mention the idea of stereoscopy for that matter, nevertheless get adorned (link to Da Luniz - i got 5 on it), initially, at least, while this blog got did the opposite.
It might take a while before the apparent level of appreciation and the objective level of worthwhileness/value scored by Tak3r-types equivocate, but what about most of the highest-scoring, worthwhile content on TL (if the aforementioned logic is agreed upon to be flawless)? 1-☆-mob-and-shun treatment, almost all the time because... idk.
So, what's going on here? All y'all can't be cyclopses. None of you care for some homegrown TL mafia evolution material when you come here to find something to read? If you do resonate more strongly with objectively better content, again .. if... then Do none of you have manners; the decency to give due credit, and, thus, positively influence the fostering of a superior experience meta?
/end A tactical rant, by Sůnd Ridebírd
because although Tak3r might not be involved, once you mafiaize (if TLPD-ize is a word on TL.net, so should mafia-ize be given credence to be one on its forum mafia subforum) any thread you automatically apply our nr.1 and 2 rule; even if you frame someone else by doing so.
Optimize and inspire, instead (you'll come to reading-comprehend, understand and resonate with this, no worries
Flavor around the world in 80 mafia game threads Supersecret Willy Fogg, a. very D-low k.a. Dick Spunk (according to an unpublished Julia Verne manuscript which may or may not exist) and most clandestine Yawn 'Lycanthropy' Card as-if-sharedreaming-a-sleeprendezvous met the day before yesterday at the entrance of New Path/Future Association, Charles F(reck)let road 13, sure; they are brother's-girlfriend-and-boyfriend's-brother-respectively afterall. 'twas much like the introductory flavor from Pula Mafia (13p game), except Yawn wasn't wearing PJs —probably because it was too hot— just boxerbriefs under shorts and a vest with its pockets filled not-at-all-unlike a wombat womb, though, to a 4/20 proportion zipped up over a grey Brugge (bridge?) T-shirt whilst welcoming the arrived-in-a-(house-of?)-brown-recreational-vehicle-with-the-license-plate-displaying-the-capital-letters-T-E-and-D couple (the company's identity's mystery .. will it conclude within this post, you must wonder).
No, pula mafia has not been hosted-and-I-guess-played-to-supreme-perfection on TL, but mafiascum.net and TL.net's /forum/madfia subforum are inextricably linked. There is even an account on MS named Quentowntino (R.I.P. https://tl.net/forum/closed-threads/575026-area-s-saint-quentin-mafia ), and another named after and wearing the avatar of Gellert Grindelwald.
(=》Harry Potter universe =》hairy pot =》420/80 logic linearity?) No. Of course TL 420/80 has basically nothing to do with marijuana and everything to do with something worthy to replace it, worthy of inheritjng the hype—as disambiguated by Race Bannon & co-Liquid-Arcan0n quasi-journalists. Hidden, essential anchors got lost upon the 420 thread being closed, as prophesied, and never —not even on April 20th— reopened, though, for shame.. or was it this year they closed it—in which case it's not too late (nevertheless unlikely they'll heed the call of awesomeness, because when have mods ever, anyway) Who might be the person to have accompanied ..
Who/what is Willy a reference constellation for, and how far reaching, anyway... Will Riker? Does it have anything to do with Rieker, the mocasin-and-other-types-of footwear-manufacturing company that I'm wearing a product of? Am I still the short, black guy I was when I started writing this? If so, how would I know what went down at Future/New Path, since I haven't been at that homeless shelter for ... wait.
You don't care about this stuff. You want TL references to posts you've been around to remember the genesis circumstances of. Well...
TL;DR: it's not my fault you haven't gotten involved with the mafia playing crowd from the get-go of Bannon-type-meta inception. My advice: fake it. Become Bannon/4face (word is they're currently residing in CHMBRE B, lit #4). Believe that making yourself excited, ready to enjoy and maintain enthusiasm for what life improvements this forum mafia meta saga delivers if as-if-sleeprendezvousing forumites congregate in unison around and within its gravity's reach.
It's what they would've wanted to parade wanting here: getting mimicked. But the accounts had been nuked, anchored content flooded with no choice left but to place a guide on The proper Way as to how offsite.. for Facet/AHHG to fetch/bridge/connect to.
Also, I'll put this as nicely as I can be bothered to: Flight-capable-winged aphids ;-; killed Saint-Quentin Mafia. To clear the infestation, just like your suboptimality-plagued use of english, we need a method. Search for Dragon Tongue and participate once a game with the phonetic alphabet mechanic as nighttime elimination synergy appears, and ask for the host to find you a translator/transcriber. Gotta race, aloha!
Messy post editing Mafia Host-subjectivity-based nighttime elimination mechanic: you'll edit the previous post for me (anchor out the mess). You live unless you're the player whose edit I'm least satisfied with. Mafia can AskMeAnything as to what RL happenings, ideas and references I was trying to héberger —or what regrets as to what got left out I now harbor— and failed to attractively balance into a compact, potent & attractive form.
Appologetic Snoring Radio Mafia Pepe the fatass was complaining about the new guy not saying good day and asking if the spot that had no dish and eating utensils and therefore was obviously free was free or not at lunch. So I basically tell him to fuck off behind his back while he's right there staring at me telling the dude his apology is irrational because are you a mindreader, Pepe? Maybe it's not a good day or he doesn't want you, a random fatass stranger to have a good day and would therefore be lying or robotic if he had said that, and how obviously the seat was free. So the asshole takes my mustards the chef lady gave me at dinner when I asked for some during the process of bringing the food from the dispensary to the table.. without asking or saying thank you. Also I call him Pepe because he stinks Siiiiíí bad he basically enveloped all my new clothes in medicine-dissolved-in-public-pissoir-piss-type stink.. but he's the one to solicit manners from new shy guy non-homie from a country I wasn't sure I acoustically understood the name right two times when he told me. So the nighttime elimination goes out to whoever cannot get me 80 minutes of radio content, expressing their sincere solidarity for my predicament for me to listen to and enjoy in an attempt to forget about this anti-ASMR motherfucker's goddamn about-to-pass-out-from-physical-exercise-induced-fatigue-tier mouthbreathing and whisperbitching about making too much noise, putards & mèr un, mèr deux monologue cursing and ultimately his snoring keeping me awake to top.
Since the previous quasi-host-post foobar now harbors the second-to last, I as a mafia player of the aforementioned (in the quasi-now-previous quasi-host post) game-duo am dishonestly confused as to which post I ought to edit; I just want to parade my not wanting to simply conform to a constructive request.. pseudo-highlanding just a little bit to idk what end. You be the judge as I start off editing mèr un, mèr deux into mère un(or une—honestly having a dilemma as to how to properly smartass rn), mère deux, so you set up your calling him a motherfucker for bonus articulatory je-ne-sais-qoi.
You might want to reorder the words in the title, in order to get the acronym you desire to reference via calling Pepe a 'counter'-ASMR.. get it? mum 1, mum 2.. I guess it always comes down to... Alright, it's ok; guess it's better to turn that waehaey- eh ye-yehaey, ey yeye yehaey
Since neither you, nor Pepe or newblood look stellar as is, one can intuit there's more to the story; perhaps a new light revelatory 'aha!' catharsis perspective's addition. Mayhaps by writing this I channel credence that mayhaps I am l'un deux, and without the instigatory drama The Way to have a part in all this would've remained lost in obscurity.
As for '&here I dreamt I was a Starlightsun' Assuming Sls is an administrator of this site or some sort of hacker able to extract the information regarding how many words per minute I've spent writing that bit about our esteemed fellow blogger who just happened to fit the bill to become the scapegoat for lackluster co-pic-/co-vid-hébergeant content, and judging by the title Sls figured it was the currency —the amount of which figures as criteria by which to judge whether a hypothetical framing of a fictitious bouncer into taking the fall for un-1st-&-2nd-ruly behavior exhibited for educational, faux-pas showcasing purposes was cheap, comme-ci comme-ca or expensive, Starlightsun may have a point pretending-to-be-host-I can easily refute by repeating my(editorial)self: my arm is in a cast and the finger on my other hand is quasi-modo; it wouldn't have been so low a WPM count otherwise—also on mobile; and chronically sleep deprived. What if I told him the currency was words; period. Would he feel like a hypocrite?
And now, for the big finale bona-fide-I shall parade actually-my lack of lazyness and faith that the host got this; yeah, I believe host knows I'm not going to waste time and energy in vain. Conforming to the mechanic will be worth it, especially if I get followed leading by example. Alas...
No! Apologetic Snoring MafiaRadio first.. actually let's mish-mash fuse: So 'here I dreamt I was an architect' from start to let's say 80 seconds full volume, then fade out to radio jock Beverly Crusher announcing her /in, flattering you with regards to how well the riddle was designed, delight emanating from her voice because she's been given this occasion to flatter herself, parading her wit of having figured out —upon setup-link scrutiny —that the role she's been given can only be the Doc's, since nobody else gets told the nighttime elimination mechanic.
"For all you momentarily caught looking out of the narrow visual spectrum your phone confines your gazes to, just a bit in order to look for the source of the piano music you're hearing, this is an Amiens train station public service announcement reminding you to make the best of this lovely monday afternoon 4:20; maybe read Mafia on a Plane."
Lavomatique (next to Chau. Jules Ferry #187) add-edit:
On the 29th of August I shall seek to recharge faith, recover from crippling disillusionment, achieve fruition in the real as opposed to advantageous make-believe; curtesy of uninhibited truth's lavish showcasing of its nature—becoming sensible upon tuning curiosity towards internalisation of the essence of enjoymentachievement OR the entire day's agenda may boil down to folding tetrahedrae and chill.
Mafia-o-vision Mafia If you've read most of what's written here and are an IRL streamer you're ready to play this variant even if you've never played any other. The truc is to turn everything, as much as you can into mafia gameplay, during a streaming session consisting of simply walking around and talking about the ubiquity of mafiaization potential. Herr Bergeur, a.k.a. the host would watch the actual mafia role bearers' stream while they get to listen in on a discord server, or something similar whereby Hé-(wo)man ghosttalks a script for them to pick out the ideas from in case they're at risk at not making the cut come dawn (person with the most severe lack of inspiration in aforementioned regard and persuasion to present it is outzo).
Say you're at the Notre Dame cathedral in Amiens at 10 PM, with two hours of Michael Jackson's birthday left,
so you're watching the 800th anniversary Chroma light-projection-+-sonic-ambience-show, whereby they set up another bullshit precedence of restricting access to a historic, public quare unless you flash a pass sanitaire and wear a mask—exemption from the latter being "of course" if you're a customer of overpriced-beverages-selling public-square-space-with-chairs-and-tables-claiming commercial entity.
And you're like let's assume this bunch consists of strangers playing mafia. 3 of them are colorblind .. the mafia. All are told that there's a major difference between town and mafia, most relevant to the spectacle at hand; townies need to figure out what it is and how to use that info to catch the mafia. Nighttime elimination? Saying the safeword Michael Jackson, or anything related will prevent a player from being at the whim of randomness with regards to who it hits.. and therefore you will survive as opposed to someone who doesn't figure out some way to resonate.
Fazit: Amiens' metropolitan area's potential for TLycanthr0Ptimal synergy is overwhelming. If I had any commercial momentum to commandeer, I'd commission a '80Koreo' dance studio sponsored by macaron d'amiens × oreos, mimicking the Korean 1MillionDanceStudio archetype, but with objectively better/more frequently good —preferably original, homemade/live/TLmafia relevant— music.
Flagship 80Koreo Mafia The informed would be taught the choreography beforehand, and would therefore be all but guaranteed a spot on the roster of the stereoscopic 3D video filming of the flashmob-reminiscent performance in a public place, or nature, say, le marais de Glisy; whereas the choreography-virgin, uninformed majority would have to hastily assimilate the gist of the moves to avoid the offzo. Actual video shooting's design would implement the preferences/changes made by the winners of the mafia game, several days later—so the townies get to close the gap and mafiosi need not under-radar-fly.
Rain being a bitch to predict one would appreciate an indoor skatepark, with priority given to those who get that skateboarding is about embracing the inevitability of injury for gnarr's sake, albeit rejecting wasteful replacing of soaked=>festering=>deteriorated boards and dirt-clogged wheel bearings.
Sk80k Mafia would therefore have to incorporate the utilitary social mechanic of subtle mobbing of those longboarders, rollerbladers and youngblood trottinetters who clutter around at a time when the next No-Comply-North Darkslide might have landed into a jawdroppingly awesome 4.20 second wheelie, until they intuit the hierarchy and get ambitious to acquire the skill to keep rolling come dawn of subsequent dayphases, until the crème de la crème of mafia-wherewithal-fused skateboarding prowess is reigning supreme over communistically owned video recording equipment, decor, ambience, all-around-tonesetting—like surround-sound music concoction for the dance troop to showcase their resonance-with, or forum mafia meta city content strongarming into public view via posters, flash-ruckus-making-via-skating, flyer-distributing, zombie-skater-apocalypse game-event organising... whereby alive players need to out-speed-skate or land superior tricks to those exhibited by zombie hordlings in order not to become one themselves (=>link to spittalking Van Helsing clip from Leslie Nielsen Dracula movie).
Permanently signing out once the train from Calais Ville arrives, at 16:20 of course, this persona(e) has brought you an Amiens-specific mafiaization-showcasing TL-blogs exclusive. If you would like to commission another to visit your city for a month and put its ravings about stereoscopic 3D, samples-freshly-recorded & mixed and mashed surround-sound music, forum mafia wherewithal meta synergy, flashmobs and skateboarding zombie-Jules-Verne-clones halloween and whatnot in conjunction with its particular flair to e-page don't hesitate to contact this account, pledge to pay for as much of the expenses as can be deemed agreeable and offer an orientation of the public wifi spots; perhaps even become the inspiration for the persona upon meeting up and providing internet yourself.
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