09-27-2015, 10:57 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-28-2015, 12:03 AM by Dekalb_Blues.)
Funny you should ask, as I have unexpectedly wrested control of Local Multigalacticplex Destiny from the Infinite Creator in a recent strip-poker game at a "spiritual" friend's bachelor party (you'd think the I. C. would know better than to draw to an inside straight!) in lieu of the fifty bucks in question.
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Well, first off I'd [REDACTED: OPSEC D-6.21a] then I'd unleash [REDACTED: OPSEC P-98.2f] Götterdämmerung [REDACTED: OPSEC D-6.40] followed by a full-scale [REDACTED: OPSEC D-6.21a] and [REDACTED: OPSEC D-6.21a] Ragnarok in its full fury along with [REDACTED: OPSEC D-6.21a] Dread Cthulhu's re-awakening from sunken R'lyeh and [REDACTED: OPSEC D-6.21p] Nyarlathotep and [REDACTED: OPSEC Y-23sk] hourly planetary pole-reversals and tectonic-plate upheavals accompanied by showers of fiery meteors and [REDACTED: OPSEC A-54.50o.f] the outlawing of all food and drink except near-beer, hard-boiled eggs, and nuts, [REDACTED: OPSEC D-6.21a] mandatory Justin Bieber fan-club membership and [REDACTED: OPSEC N-6.66z] no stone left standing atop another [REDACTED: OPSEC D-(M)7.39n] universal pranking with whoopee-cushions and [REDACTED: OPSEC L-(B)18.5] no more casual-Fridays, rather the advent of butt-necked Tuesdays (not to mention the [REDACTED: OPSEC D-6.40] and its obvious epidemiological implications inasmuch as it uses flying flaming shrieking undead hell-monkeys as vectors. But of course, some eggs must be broken if an omelet is to be made, and tough-love is more effective in the long run than the usual namby-pamby lovey-dovey-love. I expect this Logos to be up and running in [REDACTED: OPSEC D-6.21a] or so, insidiously replacing the extant version which, frankly, may have shown itself to defective beyond repair anyway. Hope you all enjoy the intense catalyst it'll offer! Cheers.
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Well, first off I'd [REDACTED: OPSEC D-6.21a] then I'd unleash [REDACTED: OPSEC P-98.2f] Götterdämmerung [REDACTED: OPSEC D-6.40] followed by a full-scale [REDACTED: OPSEC D-6.21a] and [REDACTED: OPSEC D-6.21a] Ragnarok in its full fury along with [REDACTED: OPSEC D-6.21a] Dread Cthulhu's re-awakening from sunken R'lyeh and [REDACTED: OPSEC D-6.21p] Nyarlathotep and [REDACTED: OPSEC Y-23sk] hourly planetary pole-reversals and tectonic-plate upheavals accompanied by showers of fiery meteors and [REDACTED: OPSEC A-54.50o.f] the outlawing of all food and drink except near-beer, hard-boiled eggs, and nuts, [REDACTED: OPSEC D-6.21a] mandatory Justin Bieber fan-club membership and [REDACTED: OPSEC N-6.66z] no stone left standing atop another [REDACTED: OPSEC D-(M)7.39n] universal pranking with whoopee-cushions and [REDACTED: OPSEC L-(B)18.5] no more casual-Fridays, rather the advent of butt-necked Tuesdays (not to mention the [REDACTED: OPSEC D-6.40] and its obvious epidemiological implications inasmuch as it uses flying flaming shrieking undead hell-monkeys as vectors. But of course, some eggs must be broken if an omelet is to be made, and tough-love is more effective in the long run than the usual namby-pamby lovey-dovey-love. I expect this Logos to be up and running in [REDACTED: OPSEC D-6.21a] or so, insidiously replacing the extant version which, frankly, may have shown itself to defective beyond repair anyway. Hope you all enjoy the intense catalyst it'll offer! Cheers.