Secured Transmission to BHG|, Reavers, Sails, Garda (CLOSED)

[Tomtomrawr]

[color=#FFCC33]Transmission to BHG|, Reavers and the Sails from Roger Claymore

I'm sure ya've all 'eard of me. I certainly 'ope so anyway. Tha name's Roger Claymore, 'n' I'm an independent pirate. Former Rogue, went to find 'is fame 'n' fortune elsewhere. I succeeded in that I suppose. I got ma own gang, credits are rollin' in, life is good.

Recently, somethin' 'as been botherin' me. Tha Indians. Ya may've 'eard of this group. Cowards, tha lot of 'em. They think they need seven Sabres 'n' an A'oudori to deal with a single Roc. They don't know tha meanin' of tha words 'onour. Respect. They need to be taught these words.

But what do you all care, ya just want me to get down to business, don't ya? I've decided that I want these Indians to suffer. Badly. They've gotten away with pissin' me off 'n' I am not 'appy 'bout it. So, you five parties 'ave been chosen: BHG|, Reavers, Sails 'n' Garda, 'cos I know ya won't reveal tha source of this bounty to tha Indians, or anybody else outside of this circle. Or Pentagon, whatever's tha six-sided shape.

Ya're all interested in 'avin' an excuse to shoot these bastards in ya territory, I'm sure. Or ya want to make a profit when ya shoot 'em down for breathin' tha same gases as you. So I think I can 'elp ya out there.

Let's say five millions for every Indian ya shoot down from now on. Tha cap'll be <strike>one-fifty millions</strike> sixty millions for now, until I decide to raise it or not. Only you four groups can claim this, if ya accept this offer of an excuse to shoot at tha Indians.

Tha BHG| - Ya may be wonderin' why maself, a pirate, is givin' business to you, a group that actively 'unt down ma kind. Well, as I'm sure is well-known across tha neural net, I 'ate these bastards so much I'd even be willin' to pay tha BAF for every shot they get on these bin men. Ya're effective, so ya'll do nicely. 'ell, ya can even still 'unt me while ya're doin' this job. Just don't scratch tha paint on ma Roc, or there'll be trouble. *Chuckles*

Tha Reavers - I've seen ya before. I've fought ya before. I've fought with ya before. Fightin' ya was quite a while ago, back when I was just startin' out in Omega-7. Ya're efficient, ya're damn good at ya jobs, 'n' ya do whatever to get tha money. So ya're tha perfect lads for tha job.

Tha Sails - I doubt ya're very 'appy with these red-faced trolley pushers comin' into what ya consider ya territory 'n' rustlin' up what ya wanna pirate instead. Tha Shaulancas' may 'ave gotten into bed with 'em, but I'm sure ya've got more class than that.

Tha Garda - Ya're tha most active Mollys in Dublin at tha moment. I've seen ya shootin' at tha Indians before, 'n' I bet ya'd love to earn some creds when ya waste ya time 'n' Trefoils on those Indians comin' into ya 'ome 'n' piratin' tha minas that should be yours. I do it as well, but at least I got some class.

So, let's 'ope this transmission doesn't get lost with that more general one I put out a few months back. 'appy 'untin', if ya accept this job. 'n' tha Indians will not find out 'bout this bounty. No mentionin' it to anybody w'o will spread tha word or create a rumour. Tha Indians can't work on rumours to plan their actions. If they do, I'm spreadin' one that says suicide sends 'em directly to live with their spirits in eternal 'appiness.

No leaks. I 'ear tha Indians 'ear a "rumour" there's a bounty out on 'em, ya'll all lose out on the creds I'm offerin'.

'ave fun.

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[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. &lt;3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.

Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.