Well, Potjeh forced me to have a culture-filled evening
Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2014 9:14 pmToday my base was destroyed; wiped clean like the ***** posterior of a pouting child. I had left it alone too long and, being away from the teet that sustained it, this feisty toddler wined and cried until it was discovered and smashed to pieces like so many building blocks mid-tantrum. With the assured security of a self-locking sippy cup lid, I had thought myself safe, having survived for so long in the last server with minimal upkeep. But this new world is harsh, like diaper rash, with many lessons and schooling to be provided to those who take it for granted.
Outside my gates stood two signs. One featured the now infamous invitation to some kind of tribe thing, here given in spoilers to avoid the rage that surely accompanies it:
The second, something I can't quite explain, but am confident has some message behind it, also in spoilers as it could offend the sensibilities of some of the younger crowd here. NSFW if you're a petulant, swaddled babe:
I don't know why my base was destroyed as Paul won't return my SnapChats per the norm, but I can only assume the locking of topicless topics had something to do with it. So, thanks Potjeh, for indirectly wrecking my ****. For all the rest of the cool kids who lived around me, lock your doors and hide your kids. Seriously. Lock your gates. My closest neighbor was also hit and I don't think much will stop what should be known moving forward as the "Rage of the Paymaster" or its inevitable sequel, "the Rage of the Paymaster II: Tax Season."
Outside my gates stood two signs. One featured the now infamous invitation to some kind of tribe thing, here given in spoilers to avoid the rage that surely accompanies it:
The second, something I can't quite explain, but am confident has some message behind it, also in spoilers as it could offend the sensibilities of some of the younger crowd here. NSFW if you're a petulant, swaddled babe:
I don't know why my base was destroyed as Paul won't return my SnapChats per the norm, but I can only assume the locking of topicless topics had something to do with it. So, thanks Potjeh, for indirectly wrecking my ****. For all the rest of the cool kids who lived around me, lock your doors and hide your kids. Seriously. Lock your gates. My closest neighbor was also hit and I don't think much will stop what should be known moving forward as the "Rage of the Paymaster" or its inevitable sequel, "the Rage of the Paymaster II: Tax Season."
