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Post by Rock114 on Sept 3, 2016 16:37:57 GMT
'NEATH THE BLEEDING SKY I CALLED YOUR NAME... - Always immoral, always illegal, never immortal - as they are soon going to find out. (EPISODE 3 coming in the first weeks of September)CAST (Episode 3): Zyphon, Rock, Tormunds, Carlos, Sos, Harp, DarkFox, Crack with Admin and Tom. Brotato is not on the episode? GGWP Oh hey, it's you again. I hope you have my cigarettes.
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Post by Niccc on Sept 3, 2016 17:32:29 GMT
'NEATH THE BLEEDING SKY I CALLED YOUR NAME... - Always immoral, always illegal, never immortal - as they are soon going to find out. (EPISODE 3 coming in the first weeks of September)CAST (Episode 3): Zyphon, Rock, Tormunds, Carlos, Sos, Harp, DarkFox, Crack with Admin and Tom. Brotato is not on the episode? GGWP He's too busy laying in a pool of his own blood in solitary thanks to Harp, the so-called friend of his. What a douchebag.
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Post by Tormundo on Sept 3, 2016 17:35:51 GMT
Brotato is not on the episode? GGWP Oh hey, it's you again. I hope you have my cigarettes. You can have your cigarettes, but you'll never have Brotato!
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Post by Rock114 on Sept 3, 2016 18:06:45 GMT
Oh hey, it's you again. I hope you have my cigarettes. You can have your cigarettes, but you'll never have Brotato! I'm sure he can't wait to become friends with the guys who got him locked up and tortured in solitary. Watch your back...
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Post by thatstoo2019man on Sept 3, 2016 18:45:00 GMT
I like to beat people up
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Post by sos on Sept 4, 2016 6:53:45 GMT
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Post by thatstoo2019man on Sept 24, 2016 21:21:16 GMT
I sexually identify as a single, Pringle, ready to mingle. Ever since I was a potato I dreamed of being thin sliced, covered in disgusting oil then heated in a medium oven until reaching climax at the micro second of golden-browness. People bully me, and say things like “what the fuck, you aren’t a Pringle”, but I know deep down they are just jealous of my inner beauty. I have already started hiding in cylinders all day, and now im improving my crunchiness by regularly burning my sides on the stove. I want you guys to respect my natural ability to instantly satisfy low salt carb cravings, and if you don’t you are oppressing me, and you should check your diabetes type. Thank you for being so understanding.
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Post by IDEK on Sept 24, 2016 22:38:43 GMT
cuckman are you sure you're ok man?
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Post by thatstoo2019man on Sept 24, 2016 23:11:53 GMT
cuckman are you sure you're ok man? did you assume my gender?
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Post by thatstoo2019man on Oct 6, 2016 15:08:31 GMT
Hey now. Juggalos are a national treasure. Why, if it wasn't for Juggalos, I wouldn't have made it through jail. I remember being sent to the clink for a white collar crime and when I finally reached general population, my ass was on the line, man.
I'm a short scrawny man, and I got no muscle to me at all, I had no choice but join a group or risk dying. I was too Catholic for the Muslims, too white for the Crips, Bloods, or Vice Lords, and I had too many teeth and a propensity for dating outside my race to join the Aryan Brotherhood. I was afraid as shit 'til I got me a new cellmate: He came in like a KISS Army reject in a denim jumpsuit. This was my introduction to the Juggalos. I seen people dressed like him before, but they had their own group and everyone stayed away from them, so I figured I should too. Now, you're probably asking me why they were able to wear makeup in the jail, well, apparently some "Dope-ass ninja" before me raised enough of a stink about it to have it classified as a religion. That's neither here nor there though, so let's get back to my story. He took the top bunk, which I was okay with, seeing as in prison culture you NEVER want the top bunk. I didn't talk to him for three days until during a lockdown he looked at the toilet and kept flushing it. I watched out of curiousity for a minute until he turned to me and went "HOW THE FUCK DOES THIS DO THAT!?" I was taken aback, this guy never seen a toilet flush before. I told him how the water flooding in actually pushes the waste water out, and gets trapped in a little "u trap" to keep the smell from coming back from the toilet. He looked at me with dull dead eyes, as if he didn't quite understand what I said, which was understandable, I only have a basic knowledge of toilets. We got to talking though, and he seemed to like me.
Now me and Darryled (His name wasn't Darryl, it was Darryled) became fast enough friends especialy since he took me near those weird people everyone stayed away from. The reason why everyone seemed to stay away from them is because they seemed quite psychopathic, idiotic, irrational and prone to flipping out for no reason which was all true, but if they liked you, you were golden. I stayed by them, and in exchange they all came to me with really simple questions and for some reason it blew their mind when I answered them. For instance, one was taking a GED class and he came to me about things ranging from why multiplication seems like really complicated adding to how you spell "lmnop" in the alphabet.
It wasn't all good times though, I had to conform to their standards and rules. I had to put on clown makeup everyday to "reprasent da family" and I even had to take on a new name (It was "Ninja MethStar", by the way) and anytime I seen someone in the family no matter what was happening I had to greet them with a "whoop whoop" (Since I'm midwestern it came out more like 'Hwoop hwoop") and often times we came to blows with certain other elements in the prison, such as those who liked Eminem. But I had to put in time for the family to receive the protection from it.
My two years in the slammer finally came to an end though, and I had to abandon that family like it was nothing. Sometimes though, I put on the makeup and look in the mirror, and I whisper a solemn "Whoop whoop" to myself in memory of them.
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Post by Tommy Angelo on Oct 9, 2016 19:09:54 GMT
Hey guys, sorry for an awfuly long delay. New episode for BarCode as well as for The Road Trip are postponed until further date. I know where both stories will go, but I just... can't bring myself to write. BarCode Ep3 is still around 40% done and RT Ep1 is maybe 50% finished. It's not like I don't have time, I just can't sit down and write. I could sit down and finish then post them right now, but I don't want to make it feel forced. Forced writing is never good. I need a moment where I'll get some inspiration. Like, when I was writing Road Trip, I came up with this amazing sequence with Admin, Sos, TC and Rock that I have written almost in an instant. I just need time. Hope you'll be patient. And if you won't... well, I like writing anyway, even if there's no audience around
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Post by thatstoo2019man on Oct 9, 2016 19:22:11 GMT
Is this inspirational for you:
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Post by Tommy Angelo on Oct 9, 2016 19:45:31 GMT
Is this inspirational for you: Maybe not for me, but for I think it would work for this guy, the one who f*cks many bitches
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2016 20:18:49 GMT
Is this inspirational for you: Maybe not for me, but for I think it would work for this guy, the one who f*cks many bitches did you just memeify Sos? Did that just happen? Oh my fucking God it did.
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Post by sos on Oct 9, 2016 20:33:55 GMT
Maybe not for me, but for I think it would work for this guy, the one who f*cks many bitches did you just memeify Sos? Did that just happen? Oh my fucking God it did. Greatest moment/achievement of my life to date.
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