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Small note... - AeternusDoleo - 12-28-2011
Mhm. People like a welldone steak on their plate, but don't want to be bothered by the messiness of the raising and slaughtering of the beast that that strip of meat belonged to. Hypocracy? Probably. People's hearts bleed too easily in my opinion.
But back ontopic. I'll try and convince the admins to require anyone RPing a furry to drop one unit of furs on player death;)
Small note... - Zahas - 12-28-2011
skyrim jokes anyone?
Small note... - Zynth - 12-28-2011
Please gief OS&C permission to hunt furries for fur.
Our customers want them.
Small note... - Xoria - 12-28-2011
Coming Soon
To a Mod Near You
Gallia Invades!
The King of Gallia, his Impressiveness, Sovereign of the Nineteen Thousand Gallic Worlds, Supreme Commander of the Largest Fleet Known to the Human or Inhuman Races, and Imbiber of More Wine than anyone else can legally Imbibe,
Declares to the Puny Traitors in Bretonia and Liberty:
All Your Bases are Belong to Us!
(Meaning Me.)
The mighty Gallic Royal Navy flits into the Taus like a swarm of horse flies upon a pile of dung. The Independent Miners and Kusari are swept back before the onslaught.
Meanwhile, in Bretonia...
* The Prime Minister rouses the nation with an impassioned plea: "We shall fight on the space stations, we shall fight in the asteroid fields, we shall fight in the nebula and in the trade lanes, we shall fight in the debris fields created by negligent Bretonian industry and a lax regulatory climate; we shall never surrender...after we have surrendered Leeds, that is."
* Fearing a disaster if she keeps to her quarters, the Queen retreats to her Silvery SR-71 Blackbird lookalike Space Plane and flits around Bretonia with Anakin, defying the Jedi Council's express instructions.
* The Ewoks rise up on Planet Gaia, dunking the interloping Gaian hippies with water and jettisoning them into orbit with massive catapults. Having won their independence from the smelly do-gooders, they declare the first Furry Republic of Gaia, promising a roasted robot in every pot and equal rights for furry-kind. In response to this challenge to their authority, the indignant Gallians who have seized Edinburgh bomb the planet with flea repellant.
Meanwhile, in...
Small note... - Soul Reaper - 12-28-2011
I will gank/burn/pillage/kill/roast/melt/squash/obliterate/screw over/tear/etc. anything and anyone carrying said commodity in .86
That will be all.
Small note... - Miaou - 12-28-2011
Oh yes, ima hunting me the tail of yonder. Furry....... Ooooooh yes! Ima hunting the tail of yoooooonder fuuuuuuuuurry!......
Small note... - Jayce - 12-28-2011
I smell a -really- big poostorm coming.