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Pancho Villa, Sigmund Freud, Carrie Nation, and Che Guevara

Three more districts needed.

Why

Why

Why not?

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Why not?

Because there isn't any more interest.

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Because there isn't any more interest.

There isn't really much interest in anything in spam besides women and men countin' against each other. Like, how much interest you gettin' with those random stream-of-concious posts?

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There isn't really much interest in anything in spam besides women and men countin' against each other. Like, how much interest you gettin' with those random stream-of-concious posts?

Excuse me sir. My posts are tested and vetted by top men before ever gracing this forum.

That's not my point, anyway. It's pretty fucking simple: it took a long time to reach 12. It doesn't need to be any higher than 12.

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Excuse me sir. My posts are tested and vetted by top men before ever gracing this forum.

That's not my point, anyway. It's pretty fucking simple: it took a long time to reach 12. It doesn't need to be any higher than 12.

Oh that.

Well fuckit we're in the long-haul now.

You have to know when to cut your losses and execute early for maximum efficiency.

But it doesn't matter either way now. I've already ruined the thread.

You have to know when to cut your losses and execute early for maximum efficiency.

But it doesn't matter either way now. I've already ruined the thread.

Probably not because I imagine what you've really done is convinced Aaron to add you four times and complete his 48

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Probably not because I imagine what you've really done is convinced Aaron to add you four times and complete his 48

I'm sure I didn't. But you may have just set him up to do it after he sees your post.

And then I un-set him up by calling it out. Or set him up myself with accidental reverse psychology.

Chapatrap/Cú Chulainn

Alright folks, with that we're full.

I'll see how much I can get set up for the games now before I go to work, but don't expect anything to start until tomorrow at least.

As our valiant heroes take the podiums, our national anthem plays:


And we're off!



It would seem we begin on the usual shenanigans. We have tributes running left and right. Stanley Kubrick seems to have snagged in the madness a pack full of booze. Meanwhile, Big Red finds what might be a prophecy of what's to come, or a general summary of what's happening right now.



Obviously, she finds this very profound has pictured in her expression.

Obviously, Putin wasn't in the right state of mind and he dies right away. Same with Malcom X who immediately twists his ankle. We hope this is not a sign of things to come for our black militant hero.



I'm clearly not stopping right now since I will say: this will be a long games. I'm going straight to the first batch of fallen tributes and later will try to post day-2 before I leave for work.

As the tributes leave the Cornucopia, the Marquise deLafayette somehow finds the time and ability to make a video game. Apperantly it's so good that it creates an explosion of popularity and people send him food. And why wouldn't they like it? He's an amazingly awesome person, and let me say I wouldn't fucking play the shit out of that game.

Pancho Villa seems to be out martially as he's attacked by a giant hound. It's promptly slain.

Furthermore, seemingly jealous of his relative shit run historically, Peppermints is off to stalk Vilage and learn from him. This I can only imagine means the misfortunate Hugs wants to learn from someone historically more masterful at RNG-survival than he.

Odly, despite all of this Che Queverra and Awson somehow construct universities in Cairo. I wonder what they'll teach?

Meanwhile Bobby Jindall uncharacteristically delves into questioning religion.

Muhammad (blessed by his name) also kills Carl the Cuck. But who gives a shit about him? No one, that's why he died.



Well, you know what they say in the Iron Islands: what is dead may never die. Well that doesn't fit here today, here's the first crop of the fortunate dead.

I took revenge for the Zodiac's victims.

And then I took Emily Dickonson's stuff because fuck her.

Alexander Hamilton stopping to think about home is so fitting.