Brazilian Rider

As Monolith's CEO, I have composed some 'Subliminal Message' Posters that will be used to gather members from around the spheres, and have them join our alliance, and at the same time, they won't even know who we are, or why they joined! Here are two of our 'Animal' posters. Once you see these, you will have an uncanny desire to join Monolith! This one is called 'Camel'... Do you have that unknown 'Urge' to join Monolith? This one is known only as 'Frog'... As you can see, these are highly influential posters that you will soon see spread around the Internet, with people flocking towards Monolith everyday! I hope you all take a page from our book and begin your recruitment like this!

EDIT: Gah, apparantly this has been deemed to graphic for Echelon to handle. Deleted at request of people who are higher up on the food chain than me. But it's funny, isn't it? All the Echelon's that had the "balls" (we could hardly call them that!) to stay in are now in anarchy. Kind of makes you chuckle, eh?

Funny, all I hear is, "Guys, don't worry! Maybe if we tell them they aren't doing anything they'll stop hurting us and we can get out of Peace Mode!"

Also, we've told you time and time again, Caffeine does NOT make a good laundry detergent! Geezus, I mean really! That stuff doesn't work for everything and it makes you see and think crazy things (i.e. you guys won't get rolled by MA and Friends).

Or if you choose not too, you can... er... face the wrath of smilies... :lol:

This is the way the world ends... Not with a bang, but a MOTHER F%$#^$& EXPLOSION. I think I have mah Poetry right for this kind of occation. /o Monos Archein!

Alright, let's do this! LEEEEROOOY JEEEENKIIINS! Lol, someone must have gotten that. BTW, Well said!

Mistah Kurtz -- he dead. A penny for the Old Guy I We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats' feet over broken glass In our dry cellar Shape without form, shade without colour, Paralysed force, gesture without motion; Those who have crossed With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost Violent souls, but only As the hollow men The stuffed men. II Eyes I dare not meet in dreams In death's dream kingdom These do not appear: There, the eyes are Sunlight on a broken column There, is a tree swinging And voices are In the wind's singing More distant and more solemn Than a fading star. Let me be no nearer In death's dream kingdom Let me also wear Such deliberate disguises Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves In a field Behaving as the wind behaves No nearer -- Not that final meeting In the twilight kingdom III This is the dead land This is cactus land Here the stone images Are raised, here they receive The supplication of a dead man's hand Under the twinkle of a fading star. Is it like this In death's other kingdom Waking alone At the hour when we are Trembling with tenderness Lips that would kiss Form prayers to broken stone. IV The eyes are not here There are no eyes here In this valley of dying stars In this hollow valley This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms In this last of meeting places We grope together And avoid speech Gathered on this beach of the tumid river Sightless, unless The eyes reappear As the perpetual star Multifoliate rose Of death's twilight kingdom The hope only Of empty men. V Here we go round the prickly pear Prickly pear prickly pear Here we go round the prickly pear At five o'clock in the morning. Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow For Thine is the Kingdom Between the conception And the creation Between the emotion And the response Falls the Shadow Life is very long Between the desire And the spasm Between the potency And the existence Between the essence And the descent Falls the Shadow For Thine is the Kingdom For Thine is Life is For Thine is the This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper. Anyone agree? Plus, this is a good chance to read a great poem.

I sent you a message in-game. Hopefully you recieved it.

You have my word. Three more Aid spots left if anyone else is interested.

Selling 100 tech for $3 million, need money first to help buy tech. Tech will be recieved in no more than 2 weeks Country is ACCENDIA. Thank you.

Selling 100 tech for $3 million, need money first to help buy tech. Tech will be recieved in no more than 2 weeks Country is ACCENDIA. Thank you.

Does the seller get the 3 mil. First? If so I will do it. I just got out of another sale and only have 40 tech so I will need the money first in order to purchase more tech.