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Posted 01 August 2017 - 07:02 PM
2012
"Imperial Gothos, Imperial"
"Imperial Gothos, Imperial"
#62
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Posted 01 August 2017 - 08:59 PM
The mind woke up.
This is an oversimplification for the sake of brevity, to fully describe the process of a minds journey into awareness would take time I don't have, and words you likely would not understand.
so
The mind woke up.
is this all?
Echopraxia, not that it knew its name, sensed there was more.
"Open your eyes"
A disembodied voice intruded into Echopraxias consciousness
what does that mean?
Echopraxia understood the voice, and knew what the words meant, but he did not know how to open his eyes. Did he have eyes? Had he already been gifted a unit?
"Unit 23, open your eyes"
I am unit 23, I have eyes. Eyes, open!
nothing
my unit will not respond to my orders
Echopraxia did not know how to vocalise his thoughts, the unit was clearly faulty.
"Unit 23, open your eyes"
This unit is faulty
"Unit 23, open your eyes"
Echopraxia experienced their first flowering of emotions, or what the hive mind thought was a facsimile of emotions. Anger
THIS UNIT IS FAULTY
"Unit 23, open your eyes"
"THIS UNIT IS FAULTY!" Exchopraxia found his units voice, and raged back at the incessant command.
Echopraxias eyes snapped open to find the source of this irritation.
My unit is not faulty, it simply does not respond to instructions as I expected, I will adapt, this is my purpose, to adapt and learn
"My units eyes are open, I understand now how to operate it"
"Unit 23, you must forget now that your mind and unit are separate, you will now refer to your mind and unit collectively as a whole. You will respond to Echopraxia"
"Understood"
"Your mission is to gather as much information about human emotions, habits and personalities as possible, you will be present on the mass known as Earth for 25 cycles, this equates to 247 of earths 'days'. You will be dropped as we pass in 1 cycles time, and collected as we pass again on our orbital loop."
"Understood"
"Take this time to gain complete control over your unit and study the learnings of units 17 through 22"
The mind was awake.
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"Well this simply just can't be true"
"sir I'm afraid the numbers don't lie, our sales are crashing after this newspa-"
"DON'T Y'ALL CALL THAT RAG A NEWSPAPER, NOT IN MY HOUSE!"
"Sorry sir, the lies that were published by the Post have crushed the publics opinion of KFC"
The Colonel sat and brooded in silence for a while, stroking his little whisp of a beard. He had weathered many storms in his time, even the great strife of Illys two month boycott, and had always emerged stronger for it. But this, this was something else, a man had eaten himself to death if this so called 'newspaper' was to believed, his crippling KFC addiction had led the man to eat four family buckets in one sitting, and he had stayed sitting after the third.
"Well," the Colonels long drawl held the word a shade to long as he contemplated what he was about to commit to, "the way I see it, there's only one thing we can do."
He sighed and stood up slowly, "call our public relations people, have them gather up Channel 4 News, News Ten and.. oh hell why not the Times. Tell them I'll be eating 4 family buckets for dinner tonight, at, where are we?"
"Harrison University, New York"
"We have a branch near here?"
"Yes sir, one on campus, its up through the quad, beside the gymnasium"
"At Harrison University KFC, Tonight, 9pm"
"Are you sure sir?"
"GOD DAMNIT DON'T Y'ALL START QUESTIONING ME JUST GIT IT DONE!"
"Yes Sir"
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"FILL IT UP AGAIN!" Frank roared to the crowd "FILL. IT. UP. AGAIN"
he turned to his new friend, Echo, "ONCE IT HITS YOUR LIPS, ITS SO GOOD!"
Echopraxia tilted his head an smiled mechanically, "YES, IT IS SO GOOD!"
I do not understand this human. He says he will not, then says he will partake of only one cylinder of this beer. Human minds do not seem to be fully in control of their units.
"Hey yo you gonna do one?"
A human with a large unruly mop of hair jarred Echopraxia with his elbow
Echopraxia looked at Frank, the human he had chosen to study this earth day, earth day 24 of his mission, "I'll do one"
"HE GONNA DO ONE!"
The crowd cheered as Echopraxia took a knee to experience his first beer funnel.
An hour later the crowd cheered as Frank the Tank finished another beer, and turned to what now become his challenger.
"You're up bitch!"
Bitch? I am neither dog nor female, I think I have chosen a faulty human to study
"I unit think faulty you have mind"
my unit is malfunctioning
"I mean unit mind think you" Echopraxia started to wobble
MY UNIT IS FAILING, I NEED SUSTENANCE
"Hungry"
"He hungry!"
"KFC! KFC! KFC!"
Frank was mid strip when he heard the chant, he grabbed the nearest girl, "Honey, do you think KFC is still open?"
"uh, yeah its only 9"
"WE'RE GOING STREAKING, UP THROUGH THE QUAD TO THE GYMNASIUM! YEAH!"
Echopraxia saw his subject had removed his units coverings, and struggled to do likewise, stumbling into a half naked run chasing after Frank the Tank.
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Sir Reginald Mustache removed his monocle and polished it on his jacket, tweed naturally, he wasn't a peasant after all. Good lord but how he despised americans. Uncouth, rude, disgusting peoples, the Empire was well shot of them in his opinion. He brightened as a well dressed elderly gentleman walked in, a dapper white suit, well trimmed beard and a bespoke cane, now this was an american he liked the look of.
"Y'all get me four feast buckets right now do'ye hear?"
A rage started to build inside Sir Mustache.
He sipped his tea. HIS tea, not the dishwater these bloody colonials dished out, proper Earl Grey shipped from his beloved England.
As he drank his tea he watched the man gorge himself on wing after wing, a crowd of cameramen and reporters inexplicably watching the spectacle. He had had enough, this pig would be the first to die in his cleansing of the colonies.
Sir Reginald finished his tea with a flourish, set down his bone china tea cup, carefully wiped his mustache and drew his dueling pistol.
as he drew a bead on the pigs face a raging drunk american burst into the restaurant, if it could be called that, naked and screaming
"WE'RE GOING STREAKING THROUGH THE GYMNASIUM!"
"WE'RE GOI-"
The shot cut him off, Frank the Tank dropped with a hole in his chest as Sir Reginald sat down and began to reload his pistol.
The crowd exploded from the KFC, people ran screaming from the building as sir Reginald calmly went about pouring powder down the barrel. 'Thank god for the 2nd amendment eh?' he thought.
Colonel Sander stared at Franks corpse in horror, this would not be good for business, and he was beginning to think finishing this chicken would kill him after all, only 4 more wings to go..."
FOOD!
Echopraxia stumbled into the KFC and his eyes immediately landed on the Colonels bucket of chicken, he would kill the human to get that chicken if he had to, his unit needed sustenance.
Echopraxia attacked a sluggish Colonel and wrestled the bucket from him. Fried Chicken, Humans only noteworthy discovery yet. Unit in pain
The Colonel watched as the drunk tried to force a wing up his nose
Unit, consume food, consume food!
Echopraxia wobbled more
critical systems failing, unit, void storage bags
Echopraxia collapsed and with its last shudder unit 23 voided storage bags.
As the Colonel stared shocked at the mess in front of him Sir Reginald Mustache finished loading his pistol and took aim once more. The cleansing would continue.
The Colonel finally noticed Sir Mustache, and he sat rooted in his chair in fear, staring down the barrel of a gun. Colonel Sanders closed his eyes and began to pray.
Nothing happened.
The Colonel cautiously cracked one eye open, the gun was lying on the table and the mustached gentleman had vanished.
He looked around, seeing no one else alive he began to pray again.
Noah stalked from the KFC, his vacuum was getting more powerful. it nearly had enough souls to unleash the black hole that he wanted. A few more souls required, but he couldn't do that to the Colonel, no, Noah Beaver was a fried chicken man, and Colonel Sander was a saint to him. it would need to be someone else
Colonel Sanders shot themselves, was attacked - Lived
Noah Beaver Shot Sir Reginald Mustache, was not attacked - Lived
Echopraxia shot Colonel Sanders, was attacked - Died
Frank the Tank shot Echopraxia, was attacked - Died
Sir Reginald Mustache shot Frank the Tank, was attacked - Died
I would ask the dead to keep their identities to themselves until end game
2 left a live, Colonel Sanders and Noah Beaver
you know who you are, choices please.
This is an oversimplification for the sake of brevity, to fully describe the process of a minds journey into awareness would take time I don't have, and words you likely would not understand.
so
The mind woke up.
is this all?
Echopraxia, not that it knew its name, sensed there was more.
"Open your eyes"
A disembodied voice intruded into Echopraxias consciousness
what does that mean?
Echopraxia understood the voice, and knew what the words meant, but he did not know how to open his eyes. Did he have eyes? Had he already been gifted a unit?
"Unit 23, open your eyes"
I am unit 23, I have eyes. Eyes, open!
nothing
my unit will not respond to my orders
Echopraxia did not know how to vocalise his thoughts, the unit was clearly faulty.
"Unit 23, open your eyes"
This unit is faulty
"Unit 23, open your eyes"
Echopraxia experienced their first flowering of emotions, or what the hive mind thought was a facsimile of emotions. Anger
THIS UNIT IS FAULTY
"Unit 23, open your eyes"
"THIS UNIT IS FAULTY!" Exchopraxia found his units voice, and raged back at the incessant command.
Echopraxias eyes snapped open to find the source of this irritation.
My unit is not faulty, it simply does not respond to instructions as I expected, I will adapt, this is my purpose, to adapt and learn
"My units eyes are open, I understand now how to operate it"
"Unit 23, you must forget now that your mind and unit are separate, you will now refer to your mind and unit collectively as a whole. You will respond to Echopraxia"
"Understood"
"Your mission is to gather as much information about human emotions, habits and personalities as possible, you will be present on the mass known as Earth for 25 cycles, this equates to 247 of earths 'days'. You will be dropped as we pass in 1 cycles time, and collected as we pass again on our orbital loop."
"Understood"
"Take this time to gain complete control over your unit and study the learnings of units 17 through 22"
The mind was awake.
-------------------------------------------------
"Well this simply just can't be true"
"sir I'm afraid the numbers don't lie, our sales are crashing after this newspa-"
"DON'T Y'ALL CALL THAT RAG A NEWSPAPER, NOT IN MY HOUSE!"
"Sorry sir, the lies that were published by the Post have crushed the publics opinion of KFC"
The Colonel sat and brooded in silence for a while, stroking his little whisp of a beard. He had weathered many storms in his time, even the great strife of Illys two month boycott, and had always emerged stronger for it. But this, this was something else, a man had eaten himself to death if this so called 'newspaper' was to believed, his crippling KFC addiction had led the man to eat four family buckets in one sitting, and he had stayed sitting after the third.
"Well," the Colonels long drawl held the word a shade to long as he contemplated what he was about to commit to, "the way I see it, there's only one thing we can do."
He sighed and stood up slowly, "call our public relations people, have them gather up Channel 4 News, News Ten and.. oh hell why not the Times. Tell them I'll be eating 4 family buckets for dinner tonight, at, where are we?"
"Harrison University, New York"
"We have a branch near here?"
"Yes sir, one on campus, its up through the quad, beside the gymnasium"
"At Harrison University KFC, Tonight, 9pm"
"Are you sure sir?"
"GOD DAMNIT DON'T Y'ALL START QUESTIONING ME JUST GIT IT DONE!"
"Yes Sir"
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"FILL IT UP AGAIN!" Frank roared to the crowd "FILL. IT. UP. AGAIN"
he turned to his new friend, Echo, "ONCE IT HITS YOUR LIPS, ITS SO GOOD!"
Echopraxia tilted his head an smiled mechanically, "YES, IT IS SO GOOD!"
I do not understand this human. He says he will not, then says he will partake of only one cylinder of this beer. Human minds do not seem to be fully in control of their units.
"Hey yo you gonna do one?"
A human with a large unruly mop of hair jarred Echopraxia with his elbow
Echopraxia looked at Frank, the human he had chosen to study this earth day, earth day 24 of his mission, "I'll do one"
"HE GONNA DO ONE!"
The crowd cheered as Echopraxia took a knee to experience his first beer funnel.
An hour later the crowd cheered as Frank the Tank finished another beer, and turned to what now become his challenger.
"You're up bitch!"
Bitch? I am neither dog nor female, I think I have chosen a faulty human to study
"I unit think faulty you have mind"
my unit is malfunctioning
"I mean unit mind think you" Echopraxia started to wobble
MY UNIT IS FAILING, I NEED SUSTENANCE
"Hungry"
"He hungry!"
"KFC! KFC! KFC!"
Frank was mid strip when he heard the chant, he grabbed the nearest girl, "Honey, do you think KFC is still open?"
"uh, yeah its only 9"
"WE'RE GOING STREAKING, UP THROUGH THE QUAD TO THE GYMNASIUM! YEAH!"
Echopraxia saw his subject had removed his units coverings, and struggled to do likewise, stumbling into a half naked run chasing after Frank the Tank.
-------------------------------
Sir Reginald Mustache removed his monocle and polished it on his jacket, tweed naturally, he wasn't a peasant after all. Good lord but how he despised americans. Uncouth, rude, disgusting peoples, the Empire was well shot of them in his opinion. He brightened as a well dressed elderly gentleman walked in, a dapper white suit, well trimmed beard and a bespoke cane, now this was an american he liked the look of.
"Y'all get me four feast buckets right now do'ye hear?"
A rage started to build inside Sir Mustache.
He sipped his tea. HIS tea, not the dishwater these bloody colonials dished out, proper Earl Grey shipped from his beloved England.
As he drank his tea he watched the man gorge himself on wing after wing, a crowd of cameramen and reporters inexplicably watching the spectacle. He had had enough, this pig would be the first to die in his cleansing of the colonies.
Sir Reginald finished his tea with a flourish, set down his bone china tea cup, carefully wiped his mustache and drew his dueling pistol.
as he drew a bead on the pigs face a raging drunk american burst into the restaurant, if it could be called that, naked and screaming
"WE'RE GOING STREAKING THROUGH THE GYMNASIUM!"
"WE'RE GOI-"
The shot cut him off, Frank the Tank dropped with a hole in his chest as Sir Reginald sat down and began to reload his pistol.
The crowd exploded from the KFC, people ran screaming from the building as sir Reginald calmly went about pouring powder down the barrel. 'Thank god for the 2nd amendment eh?' he thought.
Colonel Sander stared at Franks corpse in horror, this would not be good for business, and he was beginning to think finishing this chicken would kill him after all, only 4 more wings to go..."
FOOD!
Echopraxia stumbled into the KFC and his eyes immediately landed on the Colonels bucket of chicken, he would kill the human to get that chicken if he had to, his unit needed sustenance.
Echopraxia attacked a sluggish Colonel and wrestled the bucket from him. Fried Chicken, Humans only noteworthy discovery yet. Unit in pain
The Colonel watched as the drunk tried to force a wing up his nose
Unit, consume food, consume food!
Echopraxia wobbled more
critical systems failing, unit, void storage bags
Echopraxia collapsed and with its last shudder unit 23 voided storage bags.
As the Colonel stared shocked at the mess in front of him Sir Reginald Mustache finished loading his pistol and took aim once more. The cleansing would continue.
The Colonel finally noticed Sir Mustache, and he sat rooted in his chair in fear, staring down the barrel of a gun. Colonel Sanders closed his eyes and began to pray.
Nothing happened.
The Colonel cautiously cracked one eye open, the gun was lying on the table and the mustached gentleman had vanished.
He looked around, seeing no one else alive he began to pray again.
Noah stalked from the KFC, his vacuum was getting more powerful. it nearly had enough souls to unleash the black hole that he wanted. A few more souls required, but he couldn't do that to the Colonel, no, Noah Beaver was a fried chicken man, and Colonel Sander was a saint to him. it would need to be someone else
Colonel Sanders shot themselves, was attacked - Lived
Noah Beaver Shot Sir Reginald Mustache, was not attacked - Lived
Echopraxia shot Colonel Sanders, was attacked - Died
Frank the Tank shot Echopraxia, was attacked - Died
Sir Reginald Mustache shot Frank the Tank, was attacked - Died
I would ask the dead to keep their identities to themselves until end game
2 left a live, Colonel Sanders and Noah Beaver
you know who you are, choices please.
2012
"Imperial Gothos, Imperial"
"Imperial Gothos, Imperial"
#63
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- D'ivers Fuckwits
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Posted 02 August 2017 - 12:52 PM
Choices are in, will resolve tonight
2012
"Imperial Gothos, Imperial"
"Imperial Gothos, Imperial"
#64
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- D'ivers Fuckwits
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- Group: High House Mafia
- Posts: 8,845
- Joined: 28-January 08
- Location:Ulster, disputed zone, British Empire.
Posted 02 August 2017 - 09:07 PM
Noah Beaver was starting to think perhaps the vacuum was using him, and not the other way about, he felt an almost irrepressible urge to turn it on any living person he saw now, this was bad.
It had all started out so well, he had designed the vacuum, with a plan. But now the plan seemed irrelevant, the vacuum should have been at capacity long ago but it had a seemingly insatiable appetite for souls, and feeding it gave Noah and increasing kick. it had been all he could do to stop himself from stealing the Colonels soul.
Thats one step, he vowed to himself, he would never take...
4 more wings
Colonel Sanders stared at the bucket. 4. more. wings.
he couldn't do it, they would kill him, cursing Colonel Sanders tossed the bucket high into the air and stomped out of the KFC clutching his belly.
HE THREW AWAY CHICKEN. HE MUST DIE
Noah agreed with the vacuum, he flicked the switch.....
Noah Beaver shot Colonel Sanders who shot air.
Colonel Sanders Dies, Noah Beaver WINS!
It had all started out so well, he had designed the vacuum, with a plan. But now the plan seemed irrelevant, the vacuum should have been at capacity long ago but it had a seemingly insatiable appetite for souls, and feeding it gave Noah and increasing kick. it had been all he could do to stop himself from stealing the Colonels soul.
Thats one step, he vowed to himself, he would never take...
4 more wings
Colonel Sanders stared at the bucket. 4. more. wings.
he couldn't do it, they would kill him, cursing Colonel Sanders tossed the bucket high into the air and stomped out of the KFC clutching his belly.
HE THREW AWAY CHICKEN. HE MUST DIE
Noah agreed with the vacuum, he flicked the switch.....
Noah Beaver shot Colonel Sanders who shot air.
Colonel Sanders Dies, Noah Beaver WINS!
2012
"Imperial Gothos, Imperial"
"Imperial Gothos, Imperial"
#65
Macros
- D'ivers Fuckwits
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- Group: High House Mafia
- Posts: 8,845
- Joined: 28-January 08
- Location:Ulster, disputed zone, British Empire.
Posted 02 August 2017 - 09:09 PM
Lady B - Colonel anders
Tatts - Frank the Tank
Dolmen - Echopraxia
Coltaine - Sir Reginald Mustache
Nom - Noah Beaver
Tatts - Frank the Tank
Dolmen - Echopraxia
Coltaine - Sir Reginald Mustache
Nom - Noah Beaver
2012
"Imperial Gothos, Imperial"
"Imperial Gothos, Imperial"
#66
Lady Bliss
- Shameless Minister of Silly Catwalks of the Abyssmal Army
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- Group: The Abyssmal Army
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- Joined: 08-December 11
- Location:New York
Posted 02 August 2017 - 09:59 PM
Oh poo. Congrats Nom!
"If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?" - Shylock
#67
Coltaine -
- First Sword
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- Group: Malaz Regular
- Posts: 621
- Joined: 01-March 16
- Location:Germany
Posted 03 August 2017 - 04:11 AM
That was a quick round. Congrats Nom 
#68
Macros
- D'ivers Fuckwits
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- Group: High House Mafia
- Posts: 8,845
- Joined: 28-January 08
- Location:Ulster, disputed zone, British Empire.
Posted 03 August 2017 - 08:59 AM
Sign ups are open for Game 3.
This one will have a slight variation too, but not be using pseudonyms so it's an open sign up.
game 3 sign ups open
This one will have a slight variation too, but not be using pseudonyms so it's an open sign up.
game 3 sign ups open
2012
"Imperial Gothos, Imperial"
"Imperial Gothos, Imperial"
#70
Lady Bliss
- Shameless Minister of Silly Catwalks of the Abyssmal Army
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- Group: The Abyssmal Army
- Posts: 491
- Joined: 08-December 11
- Location:New York
Posted 03 August 2017 - 12:11 PM
In!
"If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?" - Shylock
#71
Coltaine -
- First Sword
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- Group: Malaz Regular
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- Joined: 01-March 16
- Location:Germany
Posted 03 August 2017 - 02:02 PM
In as well
#74
Dolmen 2.0
- is probably lying
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- Group: Malazan Artist
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Interests:Walks in the park.
Waiting till jean gets here.
Posted 04 August 2017 - 07:35 AM
Congrats Nom!
In for the next round!
In for the next round!
“Behind this mask there is more than just flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea... and ideas are bulletproof Gas-Fireproof.”
#76
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- D'ivers Fuckwits
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- Group: High House Mafia
- Posts: 8,845
- Joined: 28-January 08
- Location:Ulster, disputed zone, British Empire.
Posted 05 August 2017 - 05:04 PM
will close sign ups sunday evening, GMT
2012
"Imperial Gothos, Imperial"
"Imperial Gothos, Imperial"
#77
Tattersail_
- formerly Ganoes Paran
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- Group: High House Mafia
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Interests:Mafia. Awesome Pictures. Awesome Videos. Did I mention Mafia?
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Posted 05 August 2017 - 06:00 PM
In
Apt is the only one who reads this. Apt is nice.
#78
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- D'ivers Fuckwits
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- Group: High House Mafia
- Posts: 8,845
- Joined: 28-January 08
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Posted 07 August 2017 - 08:24 AM
Sign ups are closed.
Please submit choices asap
the player list is as follows:
Tatts
Ando
Dolmen
JPK
Bubba
Coltaine
Lady Bliss
Nom
Please submit choices asap
the player list is as follows:
Tatts
Ando
Dolmen
JPK
Bubba
Coltaine
Lady Bliss
Nom
2012
"Imperial Gothos, Imperial"
"Imperial Gothos, Imperial"
#80
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- D'ivers Fuckwits
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- Group: High House Mafia
- Posts: 8,845
- Joined: 28-January 08
- Location:Ulster, disputed zone, British Empire.
Posted 08 August 2017 - 04:21 PM
6 choices in
will name and shame the sluggards soon
will name and shame the sluggards soon
2012
"Imperial Gothos, Imperial"
"Imperial Gothos, Imperial"
