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BashfulBanshee

 

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Hey, this gutter's getting a little crowded


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tbh, I knew what he was talking about and misread. My excuses are no sleep, and uh, none of your business.

I've never actually used a semi-auto shotgun. I have a model 12 16 gauge that was built in 1927 that used to belong to my granddad and a 12 and 20 s/s berettas that were my dads.


 

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Stop kidding yourselves... it's all gutter here... no high road ever. :P


 

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Originally Posted by Darkbridger View Post
Stop kidding yourselves... it's all gutter here... no high road ever. :P
This is the low road.


 

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I'm going to need someone to remind me what prompted that tomb stone...


 

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one of the many "THIS GAME IS DYING DOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!" threads


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Dooooooom!?


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Originally Posted by Maribelle View Post
I'm going to need someone to remind me what prompted that tomb stone...
I actually remember that!

It was a thread about how inventions = loot, and how introducing loot into the game would inevitably destroy it and turn it into another "Insert name for popular MMO with 10 million plus subscribers" clone.


 

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Originally Posted by PumBumbler View Post
This is the low road.

Then what is the high road?


Enjoy your day please.

 

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Originally Posted by BashfulBanshee View Post
Then what is the high road?
You should ask Bleyszen Lord.


 

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Oh, ye take the high road and I'll take the low road and I'll be in Scotland afore ye. But me and my true love will never meet again, on the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.


 

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I'm coming over shortly, because I am a portly, you promised you could fit me with a $50 suit.


I used to fiddle with my back feet music for a black onyx. My entire room absorbed every echo. The music was . . . thud like. The music was . . . thud like. I usually played such things as rough-neck and thug. Opaque melodies that would bug most people. Music from the other side of the fence.