SpaZz Funbug Then, N0 I says to the fly: hey, buddy! I bet I can glow brighter, longer AND more frequently than you can. Sso..
And what did they say to that?
Oh, they didn't say nothing. Instead they started singing baby you're a fi...refly..
*maniacal laugh* .. *gasp* I mean do you even race? What's the point of being a forumite/firefly if you're not going to make cool posts/glow?
Do you want to race with me Can I glow for you?
[anchoreo]New-hit-single-by-Kaley'Perry lyrics:
Baby you're a fi ~ uhr ~ fly ~ ~ /in Camon, lift your co- ..oh, Lor's ~ high ~ ~ ~ Make mods go ~ sigh ~ bye ~ bye ~ as you Calaisgraph in cross ~ view ~ tri ~ die ~
mentions thy favorite forum's cybersky Downlo-reginet-ad now, for just 815 draham (new Arcanon wiseguys' custom bragon currency—relative price in yours calculated based on forum mafia games win/lose rate)
is green—like les Loonies' vêtements; Spazz Funbag being their (GTA2) radio's jock.
Does mentioning 815 mean he's going to win the afoot ASL? [𓋹oreo]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.
If Fourface/4face is a reference to the 4th worker on gas —with the discussion-on-its-efficiency/efficacy having been rekindled recently continuing to be relevant— it's quite a tidy collection of insider gameplay/tournament-outcome knowledge, clear once educated to look through the superficial (who's-to-say-it-lacks-a-je-ne-sais-quoi-type-certain beauty) mess, elaborated on well before the Korean pros themselves got galvanised into using it for content on their streams.
This is why we can recommend to anyone to read into the TL Mafia scene following the breadcrumbed path laid out by the accounts that posted in the arcanon thread ++
If it's a banned account, it just might be a Bannon mafia meta enlightened one. §o...[/𓋹oreo].. not an unreasonable question to ask, fuggetaboutit
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.
What goes around, goes around, goes around and comes all the way back around? a corona virus — Tim Baal & Justin Tim, the RL prophet archon/hydra
When was the first time this image could be seen on RB's profile page, you ask? The day after omgus.net declared quasi-bankruptcy. What was omgus.net/scumslip.net? Something belonging to Coagulation, needed to play Race's crown-Jules, ultimate full-color-luminosity-&-contrast-stereoscopy-celebratory setup, the envy of every quasi-cycloptic-in-comparison-forum-mafia-game host ever.. 4sure—assuming one understands it.
We don't want to get into the (Race is short for) #rogerstonedidnothingwrong × Steve Bannon ^ Mike Pence trumped by Johnny tetrahedronald Quest today, it's getting cold and incessant duckquacks aren't gonna keep me + Show Spoiler [warm] +
Excerpt from a demonstration of the opposite of a brawler hydra & law corruption tactic in the face of the opposite form (verbose) of highlanding —as in there-can-be-only-one-and-I-will-chase-away-and-disgust-everyone-else-on-the-forum-until-I-am-the-last-one-posting— adversity to that of a drive-by one-liner we appreciated a demonstration of. Don't be scared to lift some anchors / archeologise:
Different words can inspire different ideas in people. No two people have the exact same inspiration from one word, and this is the purpose of this exercise: use the words below as inspiration and write whatever you feel like - be it prose or poetry. What do they put in mind? What ideas come to you? You don't have to include the words, write as it suits you.
exegesis
polyvocal
graphism
biunivocalization
deterritorialized
Craft something out of your own ideas sparked by these words!
It is perhaps at this juncture that the question "What does it mean?" begins to be heard, and that problems of exegesis prevail over problems of use and efficacy. The anthropomorphism-ready constellation of divine principles, the god--what did they mean? In place of segments of the reel of max awesomeness that are our-world-sterile, a cross-reference-ready partial piece of anchor on which the whole reel depends; in place of a polyvocal graphism flush with the reel, outlying the territory where the divine and mundane dimensions overlap, a biunivocalization forming the transcendent properties that give rise to the balanced linearity of love; from which all the shine uniformly flows in this deterritorialized flow of writing. The most skillful and intelligent adventurers have even been seen resonating with this flow!
Nevertheless, <u>as with many things that wound up being good despite</u>,"> I now feel inspired to follow this model and open an inter-dimensional portal to the osu! forum, creating and linking two threads —the other in the Broodwar section of TL— with the same name, which I'll create with the purpose of generating hype for a new fad: playing osu! on progamer FPVOD mouseclick beatmaps + official commentary.
Terrorbladder ahoy! [encore]What if I told you that the spot on the map marks the place where a certain lycanthroptimelite cast(e)-wearing-for-a-far-too-long-time-not-to-grow-fungus tetra+1/5-glot pissed .. wait.. is that a demonstration on how to hide an odds publishing for Snow's match vs Hyuk(Hidden disgust-inducing too-much-information-thank-you-very-much) today, for during-forum-mafia-gaming-acquired-bragging-rights-currency gambling, in semi-plain sight? I'd say that's fair.. odds of him losing are pretty much 5 to 1 so if you get 4 for every bragon you bet on Hyuk that's not bad. What were their trumps again—the developers must've endowed them with advantageous glitches to test the exploitation potential of.. I mean the game's development's-forum-mafia-game-within-the-esports-game is still alive (has a working mafia game synergy concept at heart) is it not? Has what.. 4 inception layers? DUm DuM!
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 pastry from my hometown, bearing a name almost identical to mine a delicacy and placed a store next to the spacetimedimensional tunnel's entrance/exit.
"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-, nter-, 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.
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.
Insistent, aren't we. Alright. The subject of this post will be mostly the account named N0.
I'll just get this homage the prominent place it deserves. Thank you 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..:
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 marginallity critique down the shitter.
Profile page category 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
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 : + Show Spoiler +
rip? nvm we're back bois. yo @HerbMon want me to help you brush up your german? I have mad skillz in that department and I'll only ask for you to lend me your TL forum account from time to time (post what I tell you to - it'll be fun ). Also, to keep it on the d-low outside of your channel for now. PLAAAGUUEGA
the system is tuned for minimum effort and maximum gain on your part. chat me up in private I'm serious. It involves me translating your sort-of diary entries and narrating it back to . Could get a woman's voice to break routine
*to you
btw I got banned from teamliquid today, so that's gonna be a nice hangover tomorrow fr me too
banned for being too awesome
seeker is a #&*$%
Alright @HerbMon first lesson. the phonetical alphabet TL ~ /blogs/521263-long-tongue Not only will I narrate your input back to you, I'll also transcribe it phonetically
I'm off. If I see a message from you next time I log in I'll know we're in business buddhaRun
Original Message From Race Bannon: Coolio: good quote for a sig btw
Original Message From DCWasabi: o.O so my expected posting isn't like "see, I'm thinking X is scum because Y, but maybe Z"? huh. is convincing you of an alignment all you want me to do? w/e, I'll do it.
Original Message From nnn_thekushmountains: Here's an early bird exclu§ive 4ya, Enjoy muhuehuehue
The VEgans would introduce them§ves as "lnstance of a holo-§pace-τime traveling h§dra sloto - playing in/modding the Cosmeta Game of Mafia played by the 13 civilizations the superimposed halo streams (a.k.a. dark energy) of which, transfused by the §tars form the (light) maπer of the Milky Way Galaxy, solar system and more importantly Earth = their commnomnom language, baπ§f§d for relevance, source of inspiration for peace, diplomacy, prosperity, innovation and prospect for higher forms of exi§tence - engaged in a Resistance-like dynamic with the other instances of itself.
A loathed para§ite at first it formed a complex bond with its ho§t: living damnaπe®, §to®iking a deal so tospeak #to only feast as predominantly as pos§ible on the -- variants and obsoletion they (existence) produced thereby strengthening the niche of themselves that is mo§to awesome (heaven / Valhalla) by rerouting nutrition to it from its §toπdity (hell / Hel).
In order to do that it had to understand its me deum and the limitations of existence to thrive in it. Thus, in time's evolutionary cradle, it helped manifest all that ever was and is by p®ioritization over all that never came to be or failed/will fail to complete / completed its beneficial function and who's energy would now be more constructive elsewhere; its e§ence scaπered throughout Earth's living creatures and now fractaled in the psyche, art and tools of sapient ß. This is how existence managed to condition itself to use time as a resource, gaining a dimension, assimilating and now evaluation all the po§iπ§ities that came with this level-up, using ®logic.
§apient logic (not ®logic) dictates that the entity an instance of which VEGA identifies himself with is of a timeloopy nature, how else could it have known how to tell emet (tau) / right from shequer (scum) / wrong and mold living energy in tune with prosperity? Which means that man or whatever living or artificial being shall engineer the highest forms of existence in the future will seek and succ§ to ®aplicate its original nature and let it consume itself, and reemerge from the cycle which discarded existence goes through, with gained intelligence on how to bring about §olutions to further existence by overwriting the relevant permi§ions to unchain particular instances from determinism and enable a window for existence to improve toself
sicklucker was a Self-Eronising Flaveurwith a Cult following. #tabletowa®®ior Early ßird catches the §to®y
nnn_thekushmountains was a Transcendence Mogul. Using the newspaper he secretly owned, along with various host and lobby contacts he was the image gatekeeper of Liquidia. Following through with the primary directive: Make everyone involved look good, he would invent and foster the alter-ego vocation of forum mafia players, giving them a sense of continuity by intertwining their personal narrative thread into the canon community lore.
The above quote is an example of his doing, the dispatch of his apprentice's smurf Kruppe, to prepare and set in motion the initial anchoring of sicklucker's overarching persona in game flavor. In fact kush spoke photoshop, sony vegas and fl studio fluently and upon partnering up with sicklucker, alias The Budgie Trainer, they established a bunch of cults, like the Later ®§ Days, the bucket-hat llamas, the Pula Hammerheads, a split-off of The Naked Jeststers went rogue -- then sided with the Tongue Father, wound up encrypting and signaling the desired manipulations in rigged games for his pactsters to realize and exploit -- but were exposed as cheats (<l3 gf), The Wombats of Altruistica with their pajama uniforms etc., and managed the whole RL scene which congregated among other things around stargazing / amateur astronomy, flash drama, flash dancing, animated gif and cartoon production for quasi entertainment, Rick Gates e-sports, professional ultimate frisbee, green plague, mashup-movie making and private screening, mashup-language speaking, augmented reality graffitiing, responsible recreational drug use and of course the budgerigar farm.
The entry point for outsiders, the places of worship for denizens and crux framework for all of this was sicklucker's club franchise. Anecdote has it that The Wombs started out as a post-Frühlingsfest hangover-induced showerthought, of a network of intercity, vocal forum-mafia game hubs.
Affiliates, Insiders and recurring customers recognize the entrepreneurial duo's Palmar-promoted, trademark signature jingle:
In the overarching context, Koshi was merely posing as a tracker.
In actuality he was tor DUM DUM DUUUUHHX
the Background Checker / Vegas Betting Agency Administrator / Bouncer
"Memoirs of a Constellation Connaisseur" compiled by ocigate acce§ Node: #tabletowa®®ior Anchor: extacy
What a mindfucking nightmare to be awakened from in the middle of the night by a ®PM
Koshi was RLiquidia's very own aspie Mark Zuckerberg 2.0. He founded the Altruist Bats Club social network.
When he was 5 years old Koshi taught himself echolocation during a power outage by smacking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, thereby producing a clicking sound and listening for the variation of its echo. He kept exercising it, alienating himself from his schoolmates, some of which sometimes bullied him by rhythmically tapping his protruded ears with their fingers in rapid succession.
When I joined his class Koshi ceased to be the fastest runner, the only respect-earning atu he had, but I envied him for being able to run at full speed with his eyes closed and we quickly became friends until I claimed to have kissed the angel-faced girl Koshi was stalking, desperately trying to win affection from, even thinking about offering himself to become her slave, and told him she was nothing special.
Witnessing the advent of smartphones Koshi ®§lized that the time had come for him to learn coding, but it was tedious and he couldn't do it without help. Eventually he managed to code an app for playing voice forum mafia he called Subaru VFM, an homage to the pleiades in an attempt to get the car company he liked so much to sponsor it but wound up re-branding it Woof instead.
A smarter marketing strategy that did pay off was to encourage the production of satirical voice-commercial sketches à la GTA Radio but community-made, that mimicked ®§ adds until those started accumulating. Once paid adds were abundant he set the probability of a sketch to appear on a player's virtual answering machine to 33%.
Woof VFM featured among other functionalities a compact 3d representation of the index of posts, rendering it clearly discernible which input was a response to which segment of the other, in a practical and visually attractive (reminiscent of star constellations) design. Koshi saw its potential outside the game and launched a sister app called Ether and successfully lured forumites from reddit, 4chan etc. in part because they liked how easy it was to use soundboards instead of smileys, a cappella and jam to each other's audioposts and use effects like movie-trailer voice or spooky reverse-reverb, which were unlockable in Woof only through achievements while playing ranked games (3 games played at the same time with identical open setup and the same players out of which only an uninformed couple would be faced-off and ®anked). His 3rd app was the prototype for ABC and caught the attention of the council.
A hidden functionality which very few people knew about, inherent in all of Koshi'§ apps was the abuse of the mobile device running it as a §onar, emitting ultrasound frequencies, subsequently capturing and sending them to a hub to which only Koshi had acce§.
It was nearly impossible for him to remain sufficiently focused to evaluate the complex data by ear while in a waking state, so he began working on a program that could do it for him but he reached the end of his funds and wherewithal. Until winning ® Mafia games or accumulating, what he called Karma, otherwise, he had to continue doing it while lucid-dreaming.
Although he is far from striking you #to ß §omeone you'd think #to be pitiful of, I feel like I could've helped him cope with his "AS". I remember thinking of him as simply a cool guy, who doesn't require to get #hypedaboutstuff, like the rest of us but I was wrong. To me he seemed irritating at @ archor times archor, trying to dominate atmosphere and make himself ßo§, but he was my best friend again, superlatively hilarious when he came up and delivered these punch-line-like wisdoms, which #caughtyouoff-guard, before we knew what half of the words he used even meant; delivered with expert-comic, sharp-as-a-mofo, idiosyncratic flourish, outstanding ®ange / §pectrum and a §lick ®everπ #tohasolseelFace, that kep us laughing for what seemed to be #timeloopsthroughspace-time.
I felt like I could've been a better friend, but now we were 3 decades of age and #FriendsonFacebook. I managed to make him an offer he couldn't refuse, and the cyberspace, especially an e-sports site founded on the one game we could goof about, ®ACE our §O, and fight together in l in what they now call #archonmode, in the vicious ß®Owars of §πcraft, a supreme discipline wewe®§y OP ln A§ the overlords of our #internetcafetier L33π level.. would learn to know us as the infamous HydraGod, and #fearus.
Sadly, when we got our hours remaining #censored from our timecards, subsequently anchor exiπ anchor and ®everting to our school routine, where #wewerequitealrightishbyanystandard but not the same. My friendship within went through ßumps. I got irritated aßout his constant ß®agging, his father owned the first magnetic resonance imaging scanner in town quite so.., and n33d to be the center of party.
#§o§o®®Ybut you always tried to condition us, and we #®esi§πedu. Always i®raπionally defen§ive × §ragging about your tennis and Filas and the old man"§ Subaru", with a #misunderstood4 §muggish: "muhuehuehue" #topthehat.
Looking / dreaming / #πhinkinglu§idlyand®ationally / ßragging about our §yne®gy now, that I'm in a position to condition to and when to activate his role play, so he can could switch off his primary defen§ive blockades, I'm positive we could've roleplayed #stuff #thento #eels his [9]liquidity and §en§e of #goodtaste, to become #te ®ighteous pylon of our entourage he had the genotype 4, and me the π®USπed (wow, this ls inadvertibly turned political.. the zeitgeist prolly, it all comes down to votes in #theendno? #notmydamdomain #uckthat§iπ, #ßingpolliticallycorrectismoreimportantthanpolitics) ßouncer, so we could've scored big in the #πpu§department game.
As I *right this a §torm is ß®ewing.
Anyway, he works for me now, #technically§peaking, and I devote πime and 3fforπ to l to put his talent #togood? use. We go on #lorto wichhunts together. Aside from that I know everything that goes on in my RL city and in Liquidia. I'm the fastest ®ACE® now, and there is nothing me and THE O§P§ter #cantlaughabout
The Profgessor: Evolution.. sugar = poison. too much water balance diabetes answer to overconsumption of water Σl =) l σ.l) Lςlo
§® Hallen & that the puNk from contact: who stole the premier launch from under [perfect-fluently speaking french, by the way, learned in USAmerican #scoolyears #to] Jodie Foster's Eleanor Arroway
YOU DO AS I SAY MOTHER$%#!! BECAUSE I'M YOU® ELDER
rant: hmmkay, what ® u
halleluna: RAPiD, you've sen me cast with tastele§ yeah?
[or]
halleluna: I'm the Gener§ FOOL! now drop and give me ltoltolto
rant: §upreme lol.
No matter how just make us laugh.. Naked Jestster .. make it too funny to be believed
halleluna: WAT?1
rant: *waivers his attitude
halleluna: I'm not done with you llama by a mile
halleluna: What's the superlative of authenticity, mother$%#!
rant: ahHH ahijaija
halleluna: WHAT?
rant: arhh THE Genereel
halleluna:that's right little llama now drop and give me ltoltoltolto
®8MY®lLog MOTHER$%#!!
prplhz was the rant corporation's Shadow Sensei, an honorary title and assignment for the highest ®anked townie (Gene®ank). Depending on how well he could teach newblood to win games, his ß bonus salary varied according to his students' winrates.
He would invite them to his private log QT where he outlined his eventual, hypothetical scumhunting thought process during the day, scum agenda during nighttime and sk strat, additionally during lylos, specifically for the ongoing game in question, regardless of role PM.
Taking into account the outcome of the newblood bets on his actual alignment, DCWasabi, the supreme head of the Rant Corporation's Secretary hydra, would compile a manifesto for fashionable town/mafia/sk strategy and tactics, and walk this quadmester's Revolutionist Anchor, Lunaticman, through the script on how to act them out, thus setting trends and collecting "feedback" from Special Interest Lobby guys like emperorchampion, who routinely tripled their ß investment in the predictability of players yearning for style points.
#hailiquid #ch3ckVEVO #newliquidia# #backtoπolddays #ßeto #®§up®eme #tabletowarrior #spoπed #godgrandpatazetydrinkinggame #?mafiasubliminalmessages# #§®hatslol @Onegu'§ .. and so on and §o/hence/§o ..incomplete..
Flashalluring, angel-facedMokiwas seductive in a jaded anime-girl, femme-fatale kind of way (she looked a scary lot like Lalendra's avy minus the tufts and I swear I wrote this before she signed up, the first half of it anyway, and had the rest mapped out in my head, regardless..).
She was the only other catholic on the council besides NJ, to whom she got acquainted during a fate-stricken, unusually long ~45-minute shared wait for the trolleybus after an early-morning First-Holy-Communion prep session. Its capacity brimful he enjoyed being pressed against her, feeling ham-handed euphoria as his senses overdosed on proximity to the source of her mesmerizing voice, which seemed to articulate pure light, come-hither-interluded by flirtatious sighs.
Unsure whether it was all in his head he never made a move on her. Instead he satellited her, compromising being nicknamed 'traitor', when he ditched his mates from his former high school class to join hers, just to increase the intake of whatever it was she was oozing.
She studied veterinary medicine, but the teachers' incompetence obstructed her from gaining the confidence to entrust herself with the lives of animals, so she wound up researching biochemistry, botany, evolutionary physiology and genetic engineering to experiment on a dime a dozen human candidates instead.
She found that similarly to how the protozoan parasite Toxoplasma Gondii evolved genes for an enzyme, critical to mammalian dopamine production, zombifying mice unafraid, attracted even to feline urine, for the sake of facilitating the completion of its biological cycle inside the gut of the cat, she could induce the production of natural and even complex synthetic (although a $%#!ton more difficult and elegant) constellations of psychoactive compounds in fruit-bearing vegetation, using slime molds, bacteria, viruses and prions.
She devised a revolutionary process of harnessing the slime mold's logistic 'intelligence' to establish microscopic infrastructures, highways for gene-altering agents and raw material to circulate and intervene with surgical precision on stem cells, momentarily turning them cancerous; her secret spice recipe.
Subsequently she'd administer her virus and prion laden antidote cocktail (the recipe of which you probably couldn't make heads or tales of even if you were as fluent in speaking codon as her, which you'll never be so $%#! off scrubnub, I'm talking over 10000 mnemonics, none of them obscene), that coerced the cells to incept a set of new instructions, and forced their transformation and aggregation accordingly, to become psychoactive-compound mass-producing powerhouses.
She would later add phage viruses (she discovered in phytoplancton by disintegrating them in a solution containing slime mold and monoclonal antibodies -- which she used hydra protein antigens to generate -- and isolating the gene blueprint, virus-injected into cells from the cell-antibody precipitation, and finally reconstructing them in slime-mold cell cultures) to clean up or balance out the chaos. The possible outcomes of the experiments amounted in a win-win-don't care situation, varying in desirability.
One bigger win occurred when too many cells remained cancerous, fusing with singular mold eukariots and sheltering them from the phages, laying dormant until ingested by unsuspecting test subjects, who were delighted to buy some sumptuous fruit from a hypnotizingly pretty, young lady as herself, harnessing the memory of her visit as pretext for a quick rub-off before bedtime while chowing down the produce, resulting in near instant hybrid proliferation, constipation of blood vessels, momentary exitus and virtually everlasting coma, as the hybrid reanimated the resulting biologically immortal corpse, feeding on otherwise decay-inducing bacteria and fungi, in turn supplying nutrients to the enslaved metabolism.
Because then she could collect samples of it and further her ambitious 'Hydra' project, aimed at maintaining the purity of her angelic form forever, the progress of which already manifested itself in an elevated level of muscle tissue performance and endurance, via the occasional combo of a lachrymation-inducing salve -- containing the symbiont she had isolated from NJ's tears of joy after feeding him a peach with hybrids and angeldust -- and genetically engineered hazelnuts, imbued with the compounds of a breed of cannabis she dubbed Polaris Aurora, which she figured was fit for in-tandem commercialization. The lesser of two wins was characterised by an insufficient degree of resulting cancerous leftovers, enough however to limit the dose and potency just right to create a popular merchandise, like her Magic Mushroom Melon she'd sell along with a plain banana, that wound up levitating and talking according to feedback.
Generating recurring demand, for what she had the monopoly of supplying satiation for, was a prolific financial endeavor. If there were no cancerous cells to stall the potency of the dose, it drove the test subjects mad in a subtle, yet entertaining way. Regardless of outcome, nobody would ever suspect her.
You are Baby Spice
Fruit Vendor, Odd-Night SK (1-shot bulletproof and immune to investigation)
======= Currently Hypetrolling ßewblood, sorry Newblood Kombat [8 >]=)3ΣZ=="l rapping in my banjail cell: I ain't no Poet, but I'm feelin a freestyle brewin up in my cypher, and Ima let it loose on my coprophag $%#!es up in Here I go, Uh! Recentleeeaahhyyyeeeaaah, doos git caught up in my $%#!-crack haaaaaaiir; Gotta trim that isht short to-a millimetah gotta get my $%#! to stop smellin like a cheetah's bum-hole I roll up a blunt and get a clue. I've been acting afool, tryin to get myself to stool; when all I needed-do was get moe activiah; that isht'll make yo isht-rain like on rihanna's umbrella. I watchin some porn, gonna-get my wank on now. So long *mic-drop gong follows up a bow*
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!
The thing I've never encountered within a narrative —be it book, film, oral story, anecdote or forum mafia flavor— and so I figured I would love to read upon having forgotten that I wrote it is what happens when the prime personality entity loses control upon going comatose, and their assistants' reliance on him/her supplying them with 'Hexen' stimuli blackouts.. not to mention the underdog becomes top dog, with no apparent intention to show love to the orphaned. Will they intelligently band together and figure out the workings of the physical body, how to generate electric impulses, which brain pathways to steer them through, etc., in order to achieve animation and thus keep themselves relevant/functional/fed/happy? Will they compromise intelligently, to make use of their thorough collective knowledge of the psychesphere and forum mafia synergy wherewithal —upon which everything relies..
Mafia
Jesus died N0. He was a Heiland.
It is now Day13 of Month9 of Year2021. Alors-là how many votes it takes to+ Show Spoiler [lynch] +
j'en sais rien.
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.
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.
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 sex- & 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).
Thievery Corporation — The Time We Lost Our Way 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.
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)
EPT
Zz Funbug
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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.![[image loading]](https://i.imgur.com/Ri0asxQ.jpg)
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/spoiler] of the infant angels, piercing your heart like icicle daggers, looping on and on for what you intuitively know is infinity times infinity. Enter the devil. He makes you an offer you can't refuse. Consequently it gets hotter and hotter and hotter, but everything except for the snowman is lit infernal. You die in agony."![[image loading]](http://i.imgur.com/BTdmzRU.png)
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