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Anarcho-Syndicalist Peasant's page
79 posts. No reviews. No lists. No wishlists. Alias of Patrick Curtin.
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Celestial Healer wrote:
Pizza roll?
Please! Just because your grandfather was a swan or something and you dress in a white bedsheet doesn't qualify you as an avatar of some farcical flying spaghetti monster!
I mean really, if I proclaimed myself grand poohbah of cloud cookoo land because me gran got raped by a goose and I shopped at Bed Bath and Beyond for my clothes they'd lock me away!
Looks at Sytt
Go ahead, read it too and spread the revolution!
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A whistling sound is followed by a ragged man falling from the sky and landing on top of the microwave, smashing it to bits.
OWW!!
Bloody fascist Jacks! Imperialist authoritarians!
Looks about
And what's this place then? Looks like a bad remake of Heaven Can Wait ...
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Dennis the Peasant wrote:
Anarcho-Syndicalist Peasant wrote:
Dennis the Peasant wrote:
Come see the violence inherent in the system!
HEY! THAT'S MY SCHTICK!
How'd you get that job, eh? By exploiting the workers. By hanging on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society.
No you Bolshevist twit, I got this job as duly appointed chairperson for the commue on Fridays and alternate Tuesdays, with any legislation proposed by me having to be ratified by a simple majority of commune particpants in the case of local matters, but by a two-thirds majority in the case of major commune policy ..blah blah ...
Weaves a Political Confusion spell on the thread.
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Panama Jack wrote:
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What an endearing fellow! We shall have to schedule a visit. Now, if Reggie will hand me my work gloves, we may proceed with the dirty peasant to the Jackapult.
HAH! That note's on Jack letterhead! You lying colonialist pig!
Seeing the Jacks moving towards him
Oh no you don't!
Runs away across the grounds
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The clanging stops. The soot-blackened peasant stands back to admire his work. A suit of fearsome-looking armor with a hammer and sickle enameled in red on its breastplate stands before him. Twin circular buzzsaws stand in place of hands. A rocket jet hangs on its back. A small cannon pokes its snout from just below the hammer and sickle sigul. The faceplate of this armored behemoth is fashioned in the steel image of a large-mustachioed man.
The peasant chortles
This will give those fascist Jacks a taste of their own medicine! And it will be all the sweeter using their own energy to power it!
Reaching in a ragged pocket the peasant withdraws a shining gemstone. He lifts the face plate and puts the glowing gem inside
HAH! The Jack's 2,000th post! I knew it would come in handy one day!
The construct's eyes begin to glow a blazing red
The skinny peasant cheers
YES .....YES!
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Smurf-Drone 63 of PaizoMatrix 0 wrote:
We hand the peasent a hot cup of coffee.
We have not yet assimilated that location. Proceed north by northwest.
The peasant sighs
It feels like I have been walking forever. That King David sure lived in a remote area! Do you mind if I rest a bit with my friend?
Slurps coffee
Ahhh there's some lovely filth.
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