Tugger

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Rise up and revolt

Posts like this one make 1/5 ⭐️ feel like praise. Where is the 0 ⭐️ option?

National Enquirer

Idk about you guys, but I’m still waiting for the commodities update. (It’ll definitely be released sometime this decade.)

I’m not reading all of that, but best of luck to you

Reject the false dichotomy. Embrace the third position.

Blink twice if Alan made you post this.

Okay, maybe simmer down a little.

In a recent study, Military Salvage was found to be the most project of all time. SRD is a prophet.

CoA vs. Rose when?

You’d be surprised by what Dusty gets up to behind closed doors. It usually elicits a mixed reaction of disgust and curiosity.

Not sure what the longest river in the world has to do with anything being discussed here, but alright.

Lord knows I’ve tried. But every day just gets harder. The thought of this virtual war lingers on my mind, every waking hour of the day. Even when I fall asleep, I find no peace. No mercy. The nightmares shake me from my slumber in a cold sweat. I check my phone to see that, no, my nation has not yet been zeroed. I’d only conjured the image from the unrelenting dread I’d felt the hours before. And the nightmares are only the beginning. The true anguish lies within the pleasant dreams that fill me with a sense of hope, only to be snuffed out the very moment that my tear-crusted eyes slowly open to the realization that it was only a fantasy. So I’ve come to the conclusion that I simply cannot cope. Coping is no longer a viable option for me. I presume I will be crushed by the unbearable weight of this devastating conflict, so I’ve gotten my affairs in order accordingly. I’m ready now.

Please everyone, keep taking this post seriously, because this post is very serious and should be regarded as such. Treating this post as being anything less than entirely genuine would be a grievous lapse in judgment. In fact, please see this post as a matter of life and death, and respond accordingly. Thank you for allowing me to waste your time.

https://youtu.be/rkWoVBRxUKk

Finally some good forum content for once.

Thanks for the notice. I, personally, cannot wait for the confirmed treaty forum post.

Happy 15th Birthday UPN! Can’t believe you’ll be starting college in only a few years. We’re proud to call you guys our new allies and friends. Here’s to the many glorious shades of purple, and may even purpler years await us all!

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Hmm, that’s not what it’s supposed to say. It should’ve been a funny word.

Los Pollos Hermanos wiped out the competition years ago. I'm afraid there will be no further winner winners, nor chicken dinners.

Damn. That was so original, that I can't help but take it extremely personal. LPH hereby disbands. Thanks, Jova! Unfortunately we have to disband now because a forum comment said so. 😔

"What in the world are we gonna do boss! We have just far too much illegal…uhh," *cough*, "I mean chicken to clean," Dusty exclaimed. A thin sliver of light shines through the blinds in the back office, illuminating a pensive Tugger sitting at his desk. Quickly and calmly he says, "We are growing steadily, no need to worry." Pausing for a moment, he glances at a nearby graph, then turns right to face those patiently standing before him; the true management: ODanny, Leo, Chris. Continuing he says, "In fact, we need to go bigger." Tugger then motions for his trusted crew to look out of the window in the dining room, into a clear, calm Albuquerque night. In an elegant manner, he gestured across the street, towards the parking lot of the Camelot themed White Castle. "We need not limit ourselves to chicken alone," he concluded, as a man with a name tag that crudely resembled: "EpiMETHeus - Owner" humbly swept the sidewalk. 1. Intel sharing 1. Signers agree to share any and all trade secrets with the other party, including but not limited to: secret sauces, vital military information, chicken batter recipes, etc. 2. Mutual defense 1. In the unlikely event of a DEA raid or siege of any kind, signers agree to assist the other party as much as possible. 3. Business ventures 1. Signers agree to alert each other of possible business outreach opportunities, such as DEA fun-run sponsorships and other assorted charity drives. 4. At least give some notice…. 1. Signers agree to not terminate the contract without a 72hr notice. Signing for Camelot: King: Epimetheus Archduke of EA: Flavee Archdukes of IA: Aliyan & RandomDude Archdukes of MA: Sigi & Evlar Archduke of FA: Dabsion Signing for Los Pollos Hermanos: Chicken Men: Dusty and Yours Truly Managers: Chris, Leo, and ODanny Head of Head: Your Mother TL;DR - Los Pollos Hermanos has signed an MDoAP with Camelot. P.S. - Whatever you do, do not put "chickelot" into google translate from English -> Spanish, then hit the "swap languages" button 3 times.

R.I.P. to the fallen members. Never forget those we left behind.