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1 yr ago
LUV GOIN 2 A RENNASANZ FAIR. LOTTA FAGET NERDBOYS BUT GAWTDAMM I LUV THEM TURKYLEGS. COULD BOUTA DOZZEN OF THEM TASTY LIL FUCKS. LEMME GET A HELL YEAH BRUTHER
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1 yr ago
MY PAPAW TOLLD ME 1 THING: SON WHEN UR MY AGE, UR GONA APPRESHIATE TAKIN A GOOD SHIT. AND BRUTHER, HE WUZ RITE! KEN I GETTA FUCKEN HELL YEAH?
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2 yrs ago
GONNA HAVE 2 DO SUM COMONITY SERVISE BC I GOT A FUKKIN DUI. I ASKED THE JUDGE IF HITTIN ON FAT-ASSED MEXICAN GIRLS CULD BE A SERVISE 2 THA CUMUNITY! LEMME GET A GOTTDAM HELL YEA BRUTTHER!!
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2 yrs ago
SMASHMBURGERS, MORE LIKE TRASH MY ASSHOLEBURGERS.. THOS GREEZY LIL FUCKS GIVE ME DIARRHEA N GAS LIKE U WOLD NOT BELEEVE. BEEN SHITTIING MY ASS OFF ALL NITE. CAN I GET A FUKKIN HELL YEAH BROTHER???/
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2 yrs ago
I like a man that knows what he wants. And I love when what he wants is to wear a pirate’s hat and poop on my chest whilst saying “Arr! Swab the poopdeck ye scurvy hedgepig!” Aye aye, daddy! 🥵😫🏴‍☠️
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Name: Ron Mahan, the Leper
Age: 53
Gender: Male
Pronouns: He/Him
Personality: For the survivors of the Outbreak, the Leper is less man than boogeyman; a nightmarish vestige of the apocalypse that had ended civilization and one of a few remaining obstacles in the path to complete recovery. He is the subject of hushed stories in outpost bars, the culprit of savage atrocities out in the wasteland and a reminder that the dwindling numbers of the walking dead are among the least of humanity's concerns in these times. But for all the notoriety, the Leper's origin is far more humble than legend would suggest.

Before the Outbreak, the Leper was known as Ron Mahan, a bum living on the street. He slept under bridges and overpasses in Dayton, Ohio, and got by panhandling, rolling drunks and crackheads, and mugging the occasional barcrawler stumbling between bars in the Oregon neighborhood. Ron's was a brutal life and he endured everything he dished out. He was routinely beaten and stabbed, huddled between bags of stinking garbage in dumpsters to survive freezing winter nights, and had been shot twice. When an undead methhead chomped down on his arm early in the Outbreak, Ron crawled deep down into a drainage culvert in search of a warm place to die as the fever associated with a ghoul bite came over him.

Instead of dying and reanimating as a zombie, he woke three days later. The bite was covered in scaly, wart-like growths that had begun to spread across his body. Doctors among the survivors argue as to whether or not he is some vanishingly-rare case of immunity against the virus, or perhaps his viral load has somehow mutated and he represents the next evolution of the zombie horde. Whatever the case may be, he came to become known as the Leper due to the grotesque growths on his face and body. Immunity against bites from the undead gave him a clear advantage in a world ravaged by a zombie apocalypse - an advantage he took full advantage of in becoming a savage warlord with a following of raiders, slavers, and anyone with the resources to pay for his protection. He now travels across the wasteland, extorting the leaders of wasteland settlements for tribute. Those who refuse payment, or are unable to afford his increasingly exorbitant protection fees, typically face a gruesome fate.
Hi this looks cool :3
Subscribed and will keep an eye out for the OOC thread.
THE FATFUCK


A SLOVENLY-DRESSED MAN sat alone at a diner booth in a grease-stained tanktop that had once been a 3XL Six Flags over Freedomville T-shirt until the sleeves had been cut off. A spittle of saliva-diluted mayonnaise trickled down from the corner of his mouth and disappeared into the neckbeard-shaded folds of his multiple chins as he sunk his disgusting teeth into the sesame seed bun of a greaseball diner burger.

"Good eatin'," the fatfuck said to nobody in particular through gluttonous mastication. More likely a subconscious reaction he had absentmindedly voiced as his conscious mind was entirely focused on consuming and enjoying his burger.

"Yep, that's some good eatin'."
Country: America 🇲🇾
Leader: B I G G B O Y
Army: 8,000,035
Navy: 100 really big boats
Planes: idk, but way more than everybody else


mODERATORS PLEASE DELETE MY POST i DONT WANT TO BE IN THIS RP NO MORE
Country: America 🇲🇾
Leader: B I G G B O Y
Army: 8,000,035
Navy: 100 really big boats
Planes: idk, but way more than everybody else
Presididnt of Freedomville was nice man and very nice. He sat in big office with big desk with the metal balls on a string that hit each other and then the other metal ball on the other side goes up when the ball hits it (sory idk what they are called :/ )

Suddenly man in suit come it. It one of Persdent's helpers.

"What's the dillyo, mungbean?" Predsident of Freedomville asks. "Can't you see I'm playing with my balls?"

"Mister president sir, it's going to be election time. What do we do?"

"Run some ads for Pete's sake!" He statemented

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TV SCREENS ACROSS FREEDOMVILLE

Ad comes on with nice music:

"Freedom," A sonorous, Morgan Freeman-y voice said over a shot of a sunrise over Freedomville. " It's what makes Freedomville, well... Freedomville. But Freedom isn't free. It takes a lot of hard work, a lot of blood, sweat, and tears to have Freedom."

Televisions across Freedombille transitioned to a shot of Freedomville steel mill workers clad in high-vis vests and hardhats oversaw molten metal being poured into a giant vat, casting their faces and the interior of the foundry in warm, orange light. Another shot of a Freedomville firefighter atop a ladder retrieving a tabby from the branches of a tree, followed by a shot of the President of Freeddomville in a huddle with a handful of baseball cap wearing farmers beside a giant tractor in a soybean field.

"And nobody works harder for that freedom than our president, President of Freedomville. So remember, a vote for President of Freedomville is a vote for more freedom. And that's what makes Freedomville, well, Free.

As the music wound down, a sunset cityscape of the Freedomville capital transitioned into a shot of the Freedomville flag fluttering in slow motion over the voice of the Presdidn't himself.

"I'm President of Freedomville and I approve this message!"
Freedomville peoples was happy and full of joy bc they was freedom and were freedom and could vote and go shopping and watch Netflix(TM).

One day evil man said “I will be of voted for president for Freedomville so that I will be in charge and charge rules so Freedomville doesn’t have Freedom know more and I will be king and make all the rules and then people will have to do whatever I want.” He laugtered evilly.
Nation: Freedomville
Location: on the one that looks like a boot, sorry my map is broke :c
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@gorgenmast hey baby, wanna come over to my place???/ u seem like the qiet elf type, i lik u bby


we should rub potty parts ;)
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