Access Node Lorant Ham's Final TL Transmission Loo

https://streamable.com/7rj5jq

Basically, since the beginning of our —one of the most widespread— calendar(s), the royal/religious elite might have been playing a variant of 'Recently read book gets summarised by its amnesiac author' + Show Spoiler [prompt compliance: ] + Mafia


Jesus died N0, in heaven. He was the Son Of God there, a Heiland on earth and posthumously (the turd, not the second time around—dude, is there no video of MJ's song that's exactly 4 minutes & 20 seconds long.. 4:19, 4:21, 22..) became the arc of a symbol for Godfather placeholding.

It is now Day13 of Month9 of Year2021. Alors-là how many votes it takes to+ Show Spoiler [lynch] +j'en sais rien.

a.k.a. Outsourced Godfather Mafia
^ as opposed to the nonsensical terms like democratic (power demonstration), communist (.coms with servers in Munich), totalitarian (totalled Ariane-rockets scientists and astronauts rule the world), anarchist (against narrative-or-other-type-of arcs or arches / faceless), etc., seems to be THE description of how a massive number of humans mainstream-politically organise with superlative accuracy—with anarchist close-second; democratic would be in the lead if there was one person to associate the power demonstrations with.

Someone who's like yeah, sure I dug the equivalent of a Eurotunnel to connect two Notre Dames underground for my son to host a birthdayparty-power-parade pilgrimage with street-racing and surround-sound&mashups-incorporating music once he turns 420 (reptilian) while y'all were in lockdown cuz lmaorona hue hue. Of course I declared a cookie from my hometown, bearing a name almost identical to mine a delicacy and placed a store next to the spacetimedimensional tunnel's entrance/exit to sell it.

"But Mr... democratic means power of the people".. grow up! You can't fathom the idea of splitting your psyche in four, let alone 80k-mill-or-billion—a prerequisite to truly empathise with the concept of mass-individualistically masterminded political functionality. The Godfather need not be a person, part of a person or persons or even a construct of sub-, trans-, inter-, and/or superindividually converging human impulses.. it can be a set of rules, ideally ours, or an assumption of responsability—to mod existence in accordance with the goal of maximum worth-living-whileness for tout AND, if you have children, making it a priority to render their life objectively better than the nothingness from whence they got kidnapped.[chor]
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Why would you build a house of cards of uninspiring, incoherent and downright ridiculous dogmas, enforced by boring rituals when you can play mafia to celebrate the brevity of the supreme pseudo-dichotomous responsibility philosophy and the common-sense-tuned directive to make everyone look good? With every sentence, every breath, every fart after a slightly-having-lacked-in-quantity-to-be-considered-sufficiently-nutritious meal.
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Sure I can withhold all the stereoscopy-enabling twin video-footages of the past 80 years from being released, interdict access to the sites that feature worthwhile stereoscopic 3D animation by keeping you from informing yourself of their existence and downvote-bully and one-line-drive-by highland your stereoscopy-showcasing-images-hébergering blog.

Damn straight I can end a streak of successfully-Joe-abided-by no-editing policy to change my assessment of the proper term to describe the macaron d'amiens to be a cookie not pastry (a nonsensical thing to do, downgrade and belittle it, since it is implied that I was the one who hyped it up in the first place; but not really because maybe I just grew tired of portraying myself as having such a big ego so pathetically and moved on to look for other, less potentially cringy ways) without having tried it AND add the aforementioned, perhaps-a-bit-rantsy, so-I-might-edit-it-out-later stereoscopy bit. I mean.. *sigh* ..

#jesuisgodfather

4 something to become Substance D it must die despite having harbored immense potential for liveliness and synergy. 'tis in post-mortem disambiguation by an informed and eloquent party that it can be packaged and dealt, to generate what end, guilt? of not having facilitated and participated in its dance..; yes and n0.


The quasi entertainment link with relevance 2.0 preceding the SK(/N0? that's a yes from me, rn) flavor got lost when picosong closed its doors, but twas Spice Girls' 2 become 1 with a reverse reverb/echo effect.

The Larry Fly bit I narrated must've been her, the flavor character's favorite piece of flavor, judging by the fact that she hardly modified it apart from a city, pajama, sex, name & club name change. The original name of this role, arguably the leader of the mafia faction in Pula, was Fly_Lori, the first head of the last hydra from the make-believe player list of /rl/place, also consisting of Rihanna and Lana del Rey, called Fly_Lorianna del Rey, iirc.

The role PM flavor remained a draft on the ocigateway's writer.bighugelabs.com node, unpublished because N the australian permanently took over the hosting—wouldn't give back the privilege upon heavy criticism from the main account, Loranthaceae; no fucks given with regards to implementing the preparations that went into the storycraft.. but that's how the internet is (full of ppl who wouldn't act the way they do if you knew their address).[ahor]

Nevertheless, it made sense quite beautifully in retrospect. Not going to bother dissambiguating as to why, because I'm not divulging arc cruxes' gists with such little interest manifested by fellow TL forumites; you do you. Maybe, in time, y'allz' heads will find their way out of y'allz asses, and then we can talk/play.

This is a public service announcement reminding you that if you are a user of substance D be sure to wear this

#ham4mod

hashtag in your signature, lest a dry streak may befall you upon the most proficient dissambiguator losing interest in its manufacturing and distribution.

We assure you absolutely guaranteed that the above reminder is definitely not a trap with the intent to realise the live potential of forum mafia games instead of letting it necrosis-befall in order to salvage and refine its failure to run into Substance D. Or maybe 'tis; would that be so bad, though, idk.

General stuff, ahoy, I'll nevertheless drop some more worldbuilding lore D: since we've already established that in order for a persoanlity entity, which Larry/Lori, Bat/Betty Masterson and + Show Spoiler [Who is] +Rick Gates were, to host a mafia game they need to cease existing, i.e. reach the 4th state... which Richard Naked Jogger, the ex-police chief turned private I obviously did.

Well what happens when you reach a new state is you leave behind an instance of yourself so closely related that the 3 autonomous, independant assistants/instances form the mafia team in the game you host. In contrast, Loranthaceae was the townies' avatar.

Thievery Corporation — The Time We Lost Our Way [nchor]

+ Show Spoiler [Part 2] +. Let's not forget Moki's humble origins: a nostalgia-inspired wank inspiration contest. Basically she never relied on that mantra stuff, instead capitalising on the evolution and reinvention of her specialty—sexualy harnessed psionic energy.

It's safe to say every substantial arcanon contribution focuses, concentrates on bringing homage to the previous one.. forming a chain consisting of one's merit's disambiguation by the next link, and ostensible legacy's artistic showcasing's security. N0's post is adapted from the OPs of the original Pula Mafia (its ruleset) and has bragons playing a major role in the setup, even conditioning the mafia's informing themselves of the identity of their buddies.. and also the ability to vend fruit—the crux of symbolism of the transition from Race's Godfathership mandate to (who) N0's.

Profile page category of the firefly/forum post race between tth two brings us full circle to Pula Mafia victor role flavor, exhibited, and thus preserved by the off-site TLMafia champion-of-in-house-game-to-choose-representative-for-MU-championship-(which-never-afooted) foobar: 17) Superbia



REPRESENTING: Team Liquid

NATIONALITY: probably Dutch

STARTED PLAYING MAFIA (YEAR): Do you believe in time travel?

HAVE PLAYED MAFIA ON THE FOLLOWING SITES: teamliquid.net, omgus.net (RIP), mafiascum, iwakuroleplay, epicmafia

BIO:
Access node Race Bannon's Final TL Transmission Loop :
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The avatar Coag drew fits like a vagina on a pulă, depicting Race Bannon's brainchild's style preserved in cyberspace, borderline comatose but lucid-dream interacting on, through us quasi-immortal—a downer for all who wanted him out of the picture... Substance D disambiguation, ahoy!

Thank you, prosatan, for resonating, whether consciously or not. You are a part of the good fight, in your own original way no less, to bring focus to the aforementioned demand with your stereo-threadic spamming of LR threads..:

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So.. what is it you guys want to know about N0? I've already hinted at a posting contest with RB. Tough to say who won since the rules and objectives are make-believe snowballed as the interaction/attraction proceeded along.

N0 was definitely a more approachable account to wield because the handicap aquired during the 72h had, of course, to persist in RB's posting, as opposed to N0 such curse/blessing; who is to say which?

Off the top of la tête de ma grande merde I can gather in my thoughts the gist of some of the posts and try to disambiguate their +-gifting-worthiness. For one, there's RB's blog threads, most relevant right now, among other things because we're allowing fecal matter to metaphorically center-stage perform within our expression, the TL Mafia Anonymous flavoring manual addressed to Coag, providing counterbalance to the cold, methodic skeleton of the actual setup's genius and opportune timing (when anonymous voting premiered as a feature, and popularity was sufficient and further growth warranted to say the least of Coag's prowess... elaborated on by RB in that very post—by now your intuition with regard to its whereabouts ought to be immune to its cloaking tech.

N0 never had any chance to get reciprocated interaction at that creative level with a turd party, marginally

with ninazerg and YokoKano maybe, nevertheless.. there's something magical, akin to the levitating one, Sauce —captain of in-mafiascum's-Team-Mafia-championship-participating team Sauciety.. simply gravitationally attractive and— easy to stop resisting about the writing the way N0 did, and people seemed to parade their readiness to resonate with it to a much more tangible degree than always-at-risk-of-either-falling-short-on-hooking-potential-due to-apparent-lack-of-effort and trying too hard (and succeeding to discourage any attempt to get to on-par, objectively high but insiderness-prone / inaccesibility-to-the-short-attention-span-people-laden level of content, the opposite of
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=C5Pvm_OvahE
as the often-sounded critique horn expressed; like for example the celestia stuff; however, it's AWESOME to present a worthy prototype for an eve-online-like, MMORPG starcrafstereoscopic 3D, mobile-ready-via-web-space-alliance-like compactness and maybe forum-mafia-support as an economic framework xenterpiece concept & social gameplay facilitating augmentation... although never explicitly stated .. this is how RB flattered the ones who took the time to intuit such self-flattery-warranting discoveries in his writing...it's like he —because Race Bannon is definitely a male character of the Hanna Barbera animation— for that very purpose omitted to close cognitive parentheses. Blogs go to RB, imo

In hindsight —classically-speaking of time and space— the N0mpire struck back hardest with this N0-into-Day1 ded-gaem post, easily the most distinguishable input in terms of corona reference—probably the reason it had to pack its bags and flamboyantly see itself outzoed, the account did, for it must've been too obvious for "the man"'s liking.. what if I told you it was all intuition and N0-wielder(s) was/were never sent the memo. Wouldn't be the first time someone uninformed got framed for knowing the perky glitches to shortcut awesomeness acquisition —in this case pertaining to the prophetic-niche-of-the-duel-game's-posting-worthwhileness-analysis-algorithm— in the spacetimedimensioncausality computation module, a prerequisite of which would have had to be hacking into said module of the Godfather's /out-source with backdoor placementary, trojan horsey intent.. if you don't catch my drift see last post in the official-TLMafia-subforum-sticky-thread in the other games forum.

I don't even know if there are interesting anchors in there that got lost, which (an air of quasi-amnesia-induced mystery)—N0's masterpiece's coup-de-grace push and pushing of the boundaries of appeal saturation— raises the bar way beyond what one might attempt to reach with even rockets (shoutout to my voisin skizzo skillz for the at-this-point referencability of his lyrics), thus nr 1 in my book of solitary post eval, timeless gravitas sub-category; arguably the most prestige-warranting—cuz if you get axed "well nah, so you've been spending time writin' on forums n shiznit?! show me .. something, as to why I should aspire to have done-, at least attempted to play in the same ballpark".. and N0 can drop that one like it's hot and flush, with a satisfying grin, all the [ahor]highlanders' self-perception-of-having-a-point-in-a-hypothetical-argument-within-a-hypothetical-debate-on-the-issue-whether-their-quadruply++-digitised-post-count's-persistance-to-numerate-on-,-still-has-merit marginallity critique down the shitter.

Arcanon's OP has the following to say about substance D (find that the definition I gave is of the self-flattery-warranting variety; as RB —whether due to the 72h-aquired restriction or nay— would never put it so plainly .. nevertheless lost potential is center-stage performing in the gist department, so what it boils down to is the anecdote of a regrettable failure to synergize; naturally, wrapped in wtf:

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Donna is the nicest girl next door, and awesome undercover agent, operating for justice and sacrificing everything, even her personal life boyfriend, to halt the spread of the unspeakably vicious drug called Substance D l or is she? What is ..

Lift Warning: Spoiler Alert!

Nope. Freck+ Show Spoiler [anchor§] +is promising Bob he can get him set up in to, but switches the tabs during signup stage. The flavor is about suckering Bob into taking the fall for Luckman and Donna turning his house into a high volume Substance D + Show Spoiler [ancho®§] + trade HQ. And act as retarded courier for the rehabilitation organization / clandestine manufacturers of the illegal drug to restack their (Donna's entourage) supply, except he has to become retarded for real.. it's a prerequisite for them to do business: prove you're serious by corrupting, destroying and then delivering us the remnants of a formerly upstanding person, a working family member of the legit society. Who is behind New-Path, and how far does it go? Answers


+ Show Spoiler [ancho®] +

Setup: read above plus: Precedent has been attempted in late August 2016. Lobby solicitations for archon mode + Show Spoiler [à la SW × HM] + avaited for compatibility evaluation
[ahor](incomplete) work in Leo: u ? TM Anecdote. Tictock.
#Flashdrama #gfswitcheroo mirror benegezeret drama between crux

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What would there be to talk about but these ghosts in a place like a homeless shelter straight out of a low-budget horror movie, Haunted Mansion having been Rels' brainchild game, the deployment of which beentheredonethat postponed via his Star Wars: Rogue 1 themed pseudo-theme game, which could've amounted in a real themed archon game—the very thing Race Bannon lobbied for.. we'll never know how cool hosting/playing in that would've been..


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Setup: Texas Holdem Mafia Fusion. Informed Minority chooses deck's card sequence. Cards Recycle. Poorest player dies at dawn. Voting only while it's a player's turn. Deadline for lynch 51 hours. No additional nightkill for mafia.
Wake-up-call ant, I understand. The message is clear: let's get the fuck outta here
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July 10 2021 13:53 CEST #2
Tunneling
Calais, France, ferry port to Dover, UK. Donna is still looking for someone to take her across, citing as reason for her stranding the fact that they recently disallowed on-foot-would-be passenger boarding. It's showtime —hiding her own unwell-being— as she's inquiring about the cast's (that's keeping a terminal gate arivee's arm static) coming to being; perfectly camouflageing her vulnerable soul's chronic disfigurement —grinding off chunks of psychosis-proofability failsafes further still— as the for-ice-breaking-discussion-invoked circumstance gets light-shed-on.

Life anti-matter being exchanged in a farce of verbal and facial-gestural utility proves quasi futile; for in terms of getting lucky this is also a nonezo, gradually revealing ifself to become a problem dichotomy: how to keep hidden the unpleasantness of getting fed up getting fed insight into an uninteresting, potentially past-borderline pathetic stranger's woes, having-asked-for-it notwithstanding AND fancy keeping a gay demeanor about one's own misgiven fissures of constitution & grim-situation-in-tandem?

While she may or may not be his type (could easily pass as targaryan) Cupid ain't up in this bitch, but the muse of mafia hellyee, so.. behold: the story of how it came to be (fittingly called Area Saint-Quentin Mafia) featuring aliens..

Wake-up-call ant, I understand. The message is clear: let's get the fuck outta here
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July 11 2021 20:08 CEST #3
All-Stars
'A dog that likes to catch the frisbees I throw'.

'An infinite supply of perfectly balanced skateboards with permanently epic wheel gyration and the fitness to ride them most godlike—performing stylish trick combos on a superlatively regular basis.'

A trip to the southern hemisphere to see all the stars, so I can wear Converse sneakers with the flex charm activated, conforming to the All-Stars-inherent philosophy gimmick the way it must've been envisioned since its inception—in-a-manner-of-the-context-of-a-dimension-where-everything-is optimality-and-sense-driven speaking.'

ETA-@-skatepark-4-minutes-promenading past the lighthouse he refused to pay 5€ to mount they started building up mafia-hosting-chemistry-synergy prior to even the awareness of that eventuality materialising. The next day, Donna was petting Meta the Dog who was wearing a collar-sign saying Will Host Internet Forum Mafia Games 4 Food while he whose name remains the number 0633605663330 for now was singing Michael Jackson songs in an Elvis Presley voice, for a couple of minutes to warm up, and then the intricacies of a poker-fusioned setup, to the x-files theme song.
Wake-up-call ant, I understand. The message is clear: let's get the fuck outta here
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July 15 2021 01:04 CEST #4
He convinced her to stay in France (abandondoning her ambitions to hitch a ride on a ferry/traversing the Eurotunnel towards her homeland) by confessing that he felt like they had something to do, together; as if divinity had use if not need for them to converge; even so much as finding out what it was might dud hard but was worth pursuing from his perspective—he said at the zenith of his articulation.

For writing The Book on Mafia there is such a high demand collective-existence-wise that gravity (in the philosophical sense) made use of its prerogative to un-determinism-chain particular instances in spacetime, granting supernatural intuition for possible awesomeness to the most promising would-be-architects-of-its-happening is basically what happens as they click —and subconsciously home-in on grooving with their newfound purpose of spreading the good word of lycanthroptimality— brainstorming cross-life improvements (a game of displaying one's perception and empathy with the conversation partner) in first-person.

After a brief promenade in the garden of the Chaos Sanctuary from Diablo 2 they arrive at the water-spewing, partly remote-controlled mechanical dragon and make their way past one of the beach lockers and three quarters of the way to a second one, at the skatepark before they realise they should stash their luggage and continue onward a hell of a lot more lightly, only to wind up staying put for pretty much the remainder of the day, share-dreaming of playing Pokermafia till dawn with a deck of 51 in his tent that heavily-starlit night.
Wake-up-call ant, I understand. The message is clear: let's get the fuck outta here
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July 18 2021 14:22 CEST #5
Optimally
Getting right down to the core of mafia wherewithal, in an attempt to please Donna (+ Show Spoiler [aloha!] +) with something a bit more substance-laden, I'll say

First of all: No bullshit.
In the face of the objectively pure entity that is the concept of mafia one should only carry as much dirt going in to meet it as one can handle getting thrown back a thousand-fold. That is why I have to make it unmistakably clear, in-tune and truthful, my foreword.

Bottom line is, and if you have the sense that a couple of dozens of years of living bestows upon a person you should know this (and no amount of halfwit trolls and highlanders could sway you; whoever you are) we are not responsible for anything but the suffering-sentient, ostensibly intelligent life we create—or rather drag out of the comfort of voided nothing which all non-existence revels in, happily? who is to beg to differ.

Any other type of moral entanglement is voluntary and should yield to the mother of all: we should make this place/life the best thing it can be collectively modded to become, for all existence to enjoy and seek satisfaction in co-creating.. as we are all in the same boat of developers for the only game that can be in pre-alpha and post-cult-classic-omega @ the same timespace. It's chaos because most of y'all don't even know that this is why we're here, or you don't limit yourself to this essential and singular piece of dichotomous objective (D.O.), and drift off into insignificance and objectively unjustifiable prioritisation instead.

The more you exclude (damn to silence/depriority) every other attempt to out-influence or out-govern intelligence-capable life, the more intricacy and divinity you find in conforming to the one (2) that matter(s). Slowly you will come to appreciate mafia for its simplicity, elegance and unlimited power in coming to your aid; again, only if your quest is true, and only if your world is imperfect. Mafia, in game-to-be, essentially in thought (galvanized by the prospect of mafia-imbued gaming) becomes the timelessly optimal tool for crafting heavenly artifacts of lively abundance, worthy of anyone's investment of time, attention, creativity and being. 'tis the only universal pendulum to choreograph our little big dances to—I dare you to name something else and suffer humiliation as I disambiguate its incapability to hold a candle to mafia.

Knowing that this is so, you can suffer immense pain when sensing the incapability to rise to the standard that zealous conformation to the dichotomous accountability philosophy (D.A.P.) vanguards. Feel disgusted when you know mafia could improve an unacceptable situation yet nobody is doing anything! or worse.. people's apparent ambition becomes to pile up being a part of the problem and take up arms against the solution—which can without exception be found in the return to the afore-elaborated-on base of the dichotomous accountability philosophy (D.A.B.); hardly a perverted, debased and corrupted shadow of a halfass attempt at a carcass thereoff.

Wake-up-call ant, I understand. The message is clear: let's get the fuck outta here
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July 23 2021 12:12 CEST #6
Despite their ostensibly best efforts, this game's signup stage turned out to dud. Should Donna and Marcelu' Şmecher Valaho-Francez(numberguy—read blog) wake up to the fact that this, hosting internet forum mafia games for english-speakers resident or travelling through Calais (perhaps via the ferry port, looking for a pleasurable social experience involving their fellow passengers) is their only free from professional-hierarch-dependency-enabled-tyranny, potentially awesome-life-sustaining source of income now, a service objectively rated at 8-10€/£ per player even though they'll happily take any spare change, food or even vestimentary/other-sort-of-useful item, and wrestle out sovereignty over their inhibitions to approach potential benefactors directly in an attempt to pitch them the aquisition of a spot on an upcoming/reloading game's signup list of players, to the satisfactory (mayhaps signalled as such via TL+ subscription gifts) completion of which they'd no doubt enthusiastically devote painstaking attention, they're not going to resourface as succesful businesspeople —in the aforementioned regard— out of their psycho-physical quicksand-slump

Despite salvaging some awesomeness, it's safe to say D is for dumbness and despair; like waiting around for the next meal whilst lying on a disgusting and misfitting mattress all day (would it not be for this outlet's enabling me to walk to- and from a picturesque setting to gather my input-worthy thoughts at), involuntarily listening to sonic pollutants' fight for out-emancipation, never straying far from the awareness of the cockroaches' ubiquity—while alienation brings us back to Saint-Quentin Mafia's doom.. how cool, indeed. Streets smelled divine, no roaches but lo-.. where did those aphids (highlanders with banhammers and provocation-response-ban-instigatory smurf/alt/main account proxies) come from that are now everywhere.. balance, I suppose.


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Imagine the veteran folk wouldn't have invested so much in settling for sub-mediocrity that when something like synergy-cornucopia salutes they feel ashamed, maybe too stupefied by its relative brilliance to muster writing the two letters preceded by a character that would amount in announcing their participation, at a time when internet is ubiquitous to all but bums like me & playing mechanically undemanding with no learning curve to speak of.. just playing mafia from one minute to the next—celebrating humanity, amidst all the crap; against all odds to stay cheerful.

As for the act of closing the game thread —even if it failed to gather signups— why would a mod be allowed to exhibit such rude gestures? Why am I not the mod of the forum mafia subforum? Is the demand for Substance D higher, the supplying more advantageous than the living precursor material and its potential's blossoming?.. curiouser and curiouser. Is that the general perception of what the opposite sex looks for in a mate, nowadays: the blaséness with which one can deny the fruition of that which is objectively much better than everything that was before, let alone nothingness?

When feeling chastised, one such veteran will evoke their supposed bountiful existence, as if you ought to feel ashamed for not caring.. but have they implemented a connection to it, established a relevance pathway, of course not; so I say fuck em'. Talking about how much they've enjoyed their time interacting on the subforum is cheap if it was never warranted, and thus no surprise they won't bother investing more than one couple of such pseudo-nostalgic posts/year to uphold the charade; enough to keep newblood from taking it upon themselves to start a new chapter, however.. worst of both worlds.

Kaley D has bars boiling hot as sheikh oil struck by lightning, hypercaine-inducing flow and a dyke on the mic spitting hype.. not to mention the refrain being soaked in sex, N0's trademark theme, in blogs as well as outside.

Facet brings Diablo into the picture and flying (Kaley looks targaryan).. twas however 4face who spawned the Mafia 0n A Plane game.. Facet was just the means to connect it to the arcanon, after the ban made it impossible to achieve without the circumvention via that outlet; therefore, AllHailHydraGod makes sure to point this out in their expression (I for four).

My homage consists of shifting focus back to the original characters of the Pula Mafia game flavor and their origins' and fates' disambiguation. In contrast to the diabolic, "AHHG was a quad-core Jesus in terms of superstardom", but not a player's role flavor, therefore its purpose involved probing the awesomesphere for a general, philosophical value addition. I narrated the Philosophy of Gravity piece myself, sitting at the banks of the Bega canal in the children's park in Timişoara, watching the acrobat dive to catch mosquitos; with street lights from the other side glistening—reflected on the water.

Previously, on Outsourced Godfather Mafia:

tes`) Larva won upon tesantlitz's (Antlitz means face in german) addition to the raceday thread, whereby it was creatively stressed that Larva was hitherto a made man with regards to TLMafia's meta saga, adding to Race Bannon's explicit mentioning of his feet-gameplay shtick in the offsite-hébergé-attempted Raceday game.

Kaley's rhymes have Light being the champion that "we're watching and chatting about in the Live Report thread" at a time when few expected him to become top tier; spacetimetravel being a pervasive theme throughout Arcanon content contributions—there's of course a thread by Facet attempting to disambiguate a prophetic element to its OP, whereby Race Bannon elegantly connects the half-priced archon glitch to the matrix movie scene / close-up of morpheus' face, 2 Keanu's —supposed to try hard to make themselves the one) reflecting from his circular shades as he's holding a red and a blue (hallucination) pill in his hands .. might as well have photoshop-replaced them with templars, but then it would've been too obvious.


In NotreDamdred's game, 'who needs 72h anyway', the one Race Bannon supposedly co-host-flavor-duelled Shapelog in, the victors Grackaroni and Rels —called royals— got handed out unpublished flavor: something about a law firm and a brawler hydra —off the top of la tête de ma grande merde—
representing the means to grab the instruments of power and maintain their choke-hold & influence on their adversaries & the public respectively.



I just need a pin to extract the gizmo (that isn't missing from my phone anymore curtesy of young Michael Jackson × Lando Calrissian lookalike —perhaps there's a mafia game in determining which one will become the final there-can-be-only-one alike to look ..like— in exchange for a daily beverage from the vending machine OR if the pitch of the aforementioned mafia game persuades...) that holds my sim card I recently received from someone with supreme resonance pertaining to the fantastic beasts movies, especially the part about Paris, so I can insert the sd card that holds the screenshots of said flavor.. fetch & package it attractively so it might set us on the path to disambiguate the virus references dating 3 years prior to its emancipation; probably the content with the most interest-generating, solid hooking potential.


[80chor]The method that was applied was of course the simulation of the effects that a gradual takeover by the mafia has on the media, the governing system and history. The live-flavored roles and happenings where clear and coherent until townies, pillars of society started dying; & what they stood for to atrophy. Trucs got optimistic once the Godfather, Tumbleweed got iced but didn't take long to succumb to entropy again, until the report/journal that was the blog representing the journalists' hive-mind got all but tortured, twisted and reversed with regards to good-guy-2-villain identity spectrum. Shapelog posted some nice gifs as well.

But had to yield and hand it to Bannon's brainchild style of Borg-like assimilation, highlighting its infectious nature when his destiny within the lore it snowball-spun into existence became too fetching to refuse to greenlight[/80chor]
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More on the history of censorship and debasement acceptance
as a result of a failed bundle of constructive and objectively good road-to-heaven pavement material—was it the reason, the stereoscopic twin thread of this, the cause for removing the entire non-mafia discussion subforum from public (logged-out) eye? Fuggetaboutit, eh?! Aye, baddabing.. brawlerhydrakamehameha to yo face, Frankybunny

Until group E remains the ASL's most recently concluded, this post is editable. I'm especially concerned about the following Achilles'-heel-type paragraph I'm nevertheless leaving myself open for criticism with:

I don't usually invoke authoritative arguments to make a point, but iNcontrol's entire involvement with the subforum spans across two posts—one of which is the /in he wrote to announce his participation in the second ever TL Mafia game. Alas, why would an educated, proficient and enthusiastic English language user, otherwise a most active forumite find no incentive to resonate with the social dimension this game can theoretically summon, and thus muster a turd? iNcompetence to foreground what works and matters about mafia, would be my educated assessment... never again if you Shine a spotLight on my writing.

(Transferring mod privileges away from an account named FecalFeast .. would it advance the good cause, as well, one might be tempted to wonder; #notmygodfather)

80 words per minute 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.

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. [anor]A sun made out of starlight.. what, like a network of lenses that focus, periscope and omni-scatter light from various stars.. does it use gravity? Have you put in less thought when choosing it than I have trying to disambiguate (80 seconds)?[/hor]

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.

4 1/3 minutes forum mafia game thread challenge

'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.

Thank you. Setup

On August 19 2021 12:56 Starlightsun wrote:
Why take such a cheap shot at Tak3r? The guy is living his life and sharing the joy. The world can use more of that.

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?[ahor]
Disregarding this unlikely hypothetical, what's left to be probable is the second strike of a highlander trying to pull a + Show Spoiler [fast] +

drive-by strawman-argument-into-white-knighting

one.[/aor]

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 Mafia Radio 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.

To Be Scripted To Finishion..

"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:



Lică's having been moved to CHRS CHMBRE D, officially lit #4 but actually #2 calls for some

Diablo 2 reference constellation disambiguation Mafia[anor], now, with the resurrection in full swing more relevant than ever. However, I shalln't heed other than dropping lorantham.blogspot.com (see d0.ob, unchanged for almost a decade) and declare my availability to supply the deleted twitchclips of FistoftheWalrus' Doob Dooberson (one can only prove Doob's existence as far back as 3-4 years) upon sensing signs of demand, in order to facilitate the sense-making of the iwakuroleplay/liquid arcanon news 0Paper/420, etc. attempts at content.
[/anor]

Camoning Soon

On the 29th of August[ancr], in Ham, singing Michael Jackson songs with an Elvis Presley voice whilst promenading, making conversation with the locals, easing myself into divisibilitating insanity and ultimately the fabled lucid-dream coma,[/ahor] I shall [ancr]delegate the functionality of Commodore —more specifically the Rrari node through which to streamline my necrosis-befallen psyche's Kussmaul-breathing-akin interaction with the outside world— to the my-brother-my-brother's-gf archon. May they guard their knowledge against pretenders to the password heap throne, once the world realises what has been captured and lays preserved for all to bestow and noone but a band of scattered [/anor]s[ahor]plit identities to grasp the full connectivity-extent of.

S[/chor]eek[anor]ing[/ancr] to recharge faith, [anor]one shall, when it's time to recover from crippling disillusionment, achieve fruition in the real as opposed to advantageous make-believe; curtesy of uninhibited truth's lavish showcasing of its [ancr]phillycanthropic [/ahor]nature—becoming sensible upon tuning [ahor]one's curiosity towards internalisation of the essence of[anor] that which is accessible here via select forum posts, the tip of the eisberg of which I've internet's-mercurial-availability-notwithstanding-attempted to lay out for your approval, Timişoara Licantroptimelites, for your enjoyment.

Corrupted scientific discipline/authority crumbles when sensible prioritisation is applied. Abnegating bullshit one can arm themselves proper in the resistance, the quest to not yield to entropy, to disregard blind hierarchy until it suffocates and dies like a cockroach trapped in a jar surrounded by its feces; some smeared during its nighttime activity-high of hugging-the-edge-running laps ad —ultimately— finitum (like this corona virus horseshit, keeping me from expiring on the beloved island of Mo'orea—like I planned my apoptosis to culminate), some intact even post-mortem.

Sincerely,
an all-stars[/anor]achievement[anor] attempter