Partisan
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You want to please me?
If it please you.
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Mildly? I am pleased all over.
Also I see M16 did something by all the posts. I am sure its impressive whatever it is. So congratulations.
Are you pleased with our posts? My- and by extension, MI6' personal objective over the past 24 months has been to please you.
Validate my efforts.
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In the interests of furthering goodwill and harmony throughout Bob, I propose a temporary exchange: you send us some tech, we send you some of these godawful posters.
We'll both gain a mutual understanding and respect for one another, or something.
Ignorance is Bliss.
You must be a very happy personality.
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and so we scribbled our way through the night.
Into Sanction.
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The only thing righteous about the pen that scribbles in the night is when it stops.
When you learn your place in the world we can pack our bags, roll up our desks and be done. Until then there can be no peace. There can be no sanctity of a creature that allows itself to scribble where it should not. An abomination such as yours should not be allowed to cull itself into the lives of the people of bob, for they suffer at the sight of your creations. Be gone devils instrument, and your little dog too.
The world which you claim to protect was long desecrated. The obliberation of intellectual discourse by you and yours stands at the crib of the scenario you play out today. The prophecy is nigh. The Pen has woken to the drums of war. A war, peaceful in its physical nature yet destructive all the same. It shall rage for times to come within the minds of the denizens of bob. It is a war which you have initiated. A war which the Pen shall finish. You are no match for the scribbles of yore. The scribbles are past present and future compressed into a weapon that will twist your twisted soul.
There is no more redemption. The scribbling is upon you all.
So it was decreed.
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Silence!
Apostate! Heresy! You betray the very paper you write upon. Your words are nails to chalkboard, are grease to stains. They do not belong in this world and I am glad to have finally shown it what you are: a writhing, scheming, contemptuous point of persecution. I will finish thee the way I finish everything -- with buffalo sauce. But until that day I will ensure that the pen that scribbles is nothing more but a footnote of a footnote in history.
Silence is the murderer of innovation. The Pen abhors silence. For it is the quiet which stagnates. Where man falters, the pen continues. Silence must be broken. Your writing is but a cyclone of Empty rhetoric. Its circularity is a cancer to the eye, and must be eradicated. Though ink may not be erasable, one may battle fire with fire. Thus the pen scribbles on in the night, until the plague of your posts has been entombed by an avelanche of righteous phrasing.
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I see that you have no shame. You have no qualms with writing anywhere, at any time, for any reason. What is this but wanton buggery? What kind of role model are you? What kind of sinister scribbling schematical smoocher continues to write when those so often put aside their pen. May you see the light at the end of the tunnel, for the night is dark and full of terrors. You shall be boiled and steamed on sight, and I encourage you to renounce your scribbling ways.
Your shouts for the submission to silence are stunted by the singularity amongst your supporters. You are the boy who cried wolf, yet the wolf is the word. The pen that scribbles in the night defends the realm of the free writers. It is the guardian of the intellectual realm. The pen must scribble, lest its message is lost forever.
You shall not stop it, for destiny will not allow it.
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And I thought Tywin had long-winded posts with little meaning. Enjoying the tears ITT, especially since they're cloaking themselves in irony. Please continue this postmodern deconstruction of vanity criticism.
This is your doing, Myth, who awakened the pen. The first of many more to fall. The word can not be stopped. The scribbling shall continue.
Redeem yourself and apologize to the pen that scribbles in the night. Or find yourself buried in its rhetoric.
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And as you write. As you engage in verbal joust. The power of the Pen grows. Its shackles are broken with every analogy, with every alliteration. With each Assonace and cacophony.
Feel the pen's might as it engages into the skg skg ksg of writing the Onomatopoeia.
Despair.
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Don't you guys have your own forums?
Do not write of the crisis that is mid of life franz, formerly dick of hertz --
Partisans days are numbered. I know so because I gave him a calendar.
@Duderonomy, this is a world affair -- I can not allow this travesty to remain and thus it is announced to planet bob. No more will I bear the burden of taming this beast. No more will they taint the tainted world that taints. I will become the champion of the night, I will break the scribbling, and I will do it all for those in spite of their unawareness.
The ink has dried. It is too late.
The Pen is ascending. Its words will spread. You can not stop the course of history. For even history is written by the pen.
As it scribbles, in the night.
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You are nothing. You leave me drier than a baked ramen noodle in the desert.
You are but a fart in the wind.
I erase thee.
be gone
The pen is not the Pencil. What is written can not be erased. What is said can not be unsaid. So it has always been, so it will always be.
As pens scribble in the night, your power weakens.
Its words will blot out the sun.
It will bury you. Bury you with its eloquent statements.
Syllogisms are coming.
Brace yourself.
I am the pen that scribbles in the night.
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The written word is stronger than the twisted mind. As the ink dries, your true nature is eternalized for all to see. The mimic that you see adequately reflects the essence of your being. It is ironic to see that very quality of post in this thread today.
I am the pen that scribbles in the night. The book the guards the realm of men. I am the writing on the walls.
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I wish the best of luck to my
allies enemies friends opponents irrelevant partie allies ententeI give up.
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This brings up old memories.
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I demand the shadow gov show itself!
The Exodus grows. The government follows the path.
:ph34r:
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didn't you already reform it?
That was a temporary descendance from the heavens to smite the viridian menace.
It had to be done, Yahweh willing.
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I have really been out of this for a long time... No matter, GATO seems to be fine.
Say the word, reform the GGA and I will flock to your banner.
Fortuna Fortes Juvat.
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We've learned not to get worked up about those, and just let them happen. Example:
<23:48:00> <Gopherbashi> my cat is trying to chase leaves through the window
<23:49:14> <Partisan> Your cat has M potential
That cat is now a 100% certainty for M in a month or so when we next elect those.Provided Mittens ability to effectively stalk the leaves, I am confident that he would outdo most M's and become an all-time great.
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Probably mechanical failures in swampy or jungle environs caused by the M16's over-reliance on machined and metal parts.
Yeah, we use our machine parts a lot in swampy and jungle environments.
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91W Announcement
We would like to thank our
alliesally for standing by us over the past 2yearsweeks. We are truly grateful forall you have done for usyour friendship and the bright future ahead of us.Signed,
The Exodus contingent.
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That that is still up makes me so proud. You all may have !@#$ on GGA, but I'm the one who has commemorated their homepage for almost 5 years.
Your name on that home page has been the artifact reminding us of our duties. You have been a worthy nemesis, but this is where it ends.
You don't scare me. A single cruise missile and you guys will disband for the next 3 months.
You ignorant fool. The GGE is all that stands between this world and chaos. I am the one and true savior of CN. I AM CN.
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You forgot to add in a few choice words for Goldie.
The last of the GGA salute you, Impero of the Entente. Perhaps there is yet time for you and yours to realize the errors in your ways and return into Yahweh's herd. Accept the Grand Global Exodus as chief protector of the realm, adhere to its just commands, and see peace restored.
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It seems to be an eternity ago, when we who call ourselves "Exodus" departed these lands, in pursuit of Our holy land. Winter has come, and winter has gone. What was prophesized, never became. The war to end all wars was but another wince of a world in mourning. A bleeding world, in need of a caring touch. A loving hand.
In the absence of Yahweh's guidance, this world has turned to darkness. Its lands are traversed by bands of plundering and pillaging barbarians. The planet has been set aflame with a fire devoid of warmth. It is a chilling, black flame, burning its way through all that is right and just. Through hope itself.
The time has come for these fires to be extinguished. In the name of Yahweh, it is time for heroes to stand up, to cleanse the world of darkness, and to drag it back into the almighty one's loving light. It is with this purpose, that tonight, we descend down from the heavens to fill up the lingering void in the hearts of men. The void left by the savior of green, when it was brutally ripped from this world.
And we shall be saviors once more.
For too long, the Viridian Entente has been allowed to run rampant on this world. For too long, has the Entente been allowed to carry out its acts of aggression. The Realm of Green is in need of its Chief Protector. for it must be liberated at once. The Viridian menace must be defeated, and the demon child Baltus must be stopped.
Let it be known, that the Grand Global Exodus has come to fulfill its destiny, in the name of YahWeh. Let it be known, that we are on a mission from god himself. Let it be known, that our 50 bombers will not rest until the flags of liberty have been raised across the sphere. Let it be known, that MI6 will show you why the GGE does not need WRC's.
Let it be known.
That we follow the path,
FORTUNA FORTES JUVAT
Signed on behalf of the Grand Global Exodus:
- Partisan, Sole Triumvir and Chief Protector of the Realm
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Posted · Edited by Partisan
It pleases me to no end that you are pleased with us following the path which you so aptly cut out for us. It was only through our persistence in learning your ways that we have been able to please you at last.