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I'm not looking for RT play unless it involves either a military coup d'?at or a rootbeer float with extra beer tabs and hemlock roots.
What I am here to do is psychologically lead a revolt againsts the others. The others haven't exactly been identified but I know they're out there. They will be seized, stripped naked, dressed up like one of the Brady Bunch kids and made to have coffee stirring straws the kind readily available at most lower scale coffee shops who haven't the decency to offer their patrons the civilized choice between barely noticable yet tarnished silverware of fine character and grace or insulated finger condoms that always seem to add an air of mystery to the daily ritual of bean bocce, as I were...made to have these symbols of the underground there now isn't that better syndicate placed tighly yet precicely under their polished off mocca 3 shades to the left of henna shoe stub helm till they reveal the secret whereabout of their subterranean lair.
Otherwise I was looking for directions to the nearest rest stop.
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