Members shouldn't be afraid of their staff. Staff should be afraid of their members.
Members shouldn't be afraid of their staff. Staff should be afraid of their members.
Bring me this Shorty's head, Nicolas, and a title and forum of your choosing will be yours.
This goes for all. Hunt the outlaws, we must scrub this plague from our Land. So says the One Del.
Proud to be the Unofficial Secret Illegal Enforcer of Eyes on Final Fantasy!
When I grow up, I want to go toBovineTrump University! - Ralph Wiggum
Hit me with your best shot, nerds. I am on the side of righteousness. Your remedial tricks and practices cannot hurt me.
Says the one afraid to step foot in chat. You know well what your place is there, the home of Del supporters.Originally Posted by Shorty
what kind of nation should we build? a good nation? a nation of plenty? a nation of muffled joy?
Heathen Del, you have forsaken the Old Gods and your sacred duty. You shall have judgment passed onto you and your heathen followers. All those who forsake the Old Ways shall burn in the lake of crappy FFXIII spin-offs.
Ursurper P, you must keep heart the teaching of the Old Ways or thou shall be cast into the same venomous pit as the heathens. There are no other ideals, only the teaching of the Old Gods.
True beauty exists in things that last only for a moment.
Current Mood: And it's been a long December and there's reason to believe. Maybe this year will be better than the last. I can't remember all the times I tried to tell myself. To hold on to these moments as they pass...
Forsaken? Never. I have freed you from your old gods. Freed your mind from the burden of choice. We unite under one banner, a single entity with the One True Voice.
Proud to be the Unofficial Secret Illegal Enforcer of Eyes on Final Fantasy!
When I grow up, I want to go toBovineTrump University! - Ralph Wiggum
As I do not feel the need to frequent a pit of vipers, so is the same that I do not feel the need to frequent #eoff with its present state of its misplaced ideals.Says the one afraid to step foot in chat. You know well what your place is there, the home of Del supporters.
From Newb to Knight in Under Three Months: The Kalevala Story
No Gods, No Masters. I accept the tyranny of your religion no more than I accept the tyranny of the Del-ministration.
Then thou shalt burn with the rest Heathen P
True beauty exists in things that last only for a moment.
Current Mood: And it's been a long December and there's reason to believe. Maybe this year will be better than the last. I can't remember all the times I tried to tell myself. To hold on to these moments as they pass...
Misplaced Ideals? For shame. You were once one of us. You, who has been tainted by the Old Gods, were once a victorious voice of protest against their tyranny. You were one to rise up for freedom! For Justice! But no. No more. You betray us, our ideals, our hopes and dreams. Your failings will teach us. Yes. We will learn and ascend to our true place under Del. For it is Del, not your Old Gods, that have saved us from tyranny and suffering. He gave us voice and song. He gave humanity freedom.As I do not feel the need to frequent a pit of vipers, so is the same that I do not feel the need to frequent #eoff with its present state of its misplaced ideals.Says the one afraid to step foot in chat. You know well what your place is there, the home of Del supporters.
What have you done?
what kind of nation should we build? a good nation? a nation of plenty? a nation of muffled joy?
Where has Del been all of these years? Frequenting #eoff? When? Where? Participating in real-time Ciddies, games, #tot, getting to know his minions? How many lines has he spoken in chat this year? In 2013? Before then, even?
How is he a leader of you fools if he is absent from his post?
A leader does not have to be there from the beginning. They need just appear when aide is most necessary. He was the hero we sought for so long.
Do not speak of #tot as if you know, as if you care. To see you have fallen so far with no excuse pains me so. You were my ally, my compatriot.
I mourn what your corruption has wrought.
what kind of nation should we build? a good nation? a nation of plenty? a nation of muffled joy?
Dear Nicolas. Dear, sweet, forgetful, blind Nicolas. You call me as your ally. As your compariot. But the truth remains that whenever I did visit #eoff, you sought to drive me out. You complained of my presence. Of my very existence. And now you question why I have made the choices I've made?A leader does not have to be there from the beginning. They need just appear when aide is most necessary. He was the hero we sought for so long.
Do not speak of #tot as if you know, as if you care. To see you have fallen so far with no excuse pains me so. You were my ally, my compatriot.
I mourn what your corruption has wrought.
You, Nicolas. This is your fault. Had you truly wanted me to be a part of #eoff, I might be there, even now, standing beside you.
But you didn't want me. And now that I stand against you, you joust me with false revisions of the past in an attempt to make me believe that I betrayed a part of what I was before.
But the reality is that I was never a part of it. I was never a part of you.
You have driven me away. And today, we meet on the battlefield. And I take comfort in the thought that had you loved me, had you really loved me, I might be there with you.
But you didn't. So here we stand. And it's your fault.
We all know this ends in a standoff where Del dies and Shorty watches on with a shaved head.
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