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Jo and the Bush

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  1. I’m currently working on an extremely money driven society, where the highest dozen or so officials are elected financially. Rather than everyone voting for their favorite candidate, the leaders are chosen by whoever makes the most money in a set period of time. It has to be ‘liquid’ money though. Land, items, resources and such don’t count. It also has to be net, not gross. Candidates can get money in any way. Industry, trade, donations, warfare with other countries. (This is frowned upon, and usually ends with you not getting the throne, but it worked once.) The elected candidates do not get paid in their time in office though. They’re expected to live off of what they made while running the country. I am not an economist. I’m sure there are obvious flaws with this system that I’m missing. Does anyone know if such a system would work? Why or why not?
  2. I think he meant brownies as in the fairies. They're one of the few Fae who can't survive Australia's extinction-like environment.
  3. I don't know what alcohol tastes like though.
  4. Hey, anyone know an easy way to check if punch has been spiked with Alcohol? My google searches have been inconclusive.
  5. This back and forth between Meta and Elodin reminds me of the early days of the Skyrim RP that died. Two characters going back and forth without limitations on what they're technically allowed to do. #Jain ​Hal, did you ever writeup a Roommate agreement? To: [email protected] [email protected] [email protected] [email protected] From: [email protected] Hello friends. Joseph here. Hal recently contacted the four of us about a job, beneficial to all of us. Removing our criminal records from Interpol, rendering us safe from both the police, and Kira. As I'm certain you're all aware, this M character has taken it upon himself to hold our records hostage, in order to force us to work for him against Kira. While I do not fault his motives, I despise his methods. I want to get my records back. For all of us. But I can't do it alone. Not against someone who knows I'm coming, and is literally reading this email right now. (Seriously M, get out of my computer. First Rikku, then you? Can I have a little privacy?(If you do keep snooping around in my stuff, at least stay out of the folder labeled FnFction. For your sanity as much as mine.)) Rikku, Alexander, Hal, Sumiko. I need your help. If you're willing to help me take the fight against M, please, meet me in the National park south of the city. There's a large open field where we can discuss our plans to deal with M and Kira without being overheard. Bring Umbrella's (As old as possible) and paper. No electronics. Even you Alex. I don't want M to have anyway to know what we say, not even satellites looking down. So we'll be writing what we say, then burning the papers directly afterwards. (That's your job Sumiko.) I'm counting on you four to be there. Please. Joseph Busshu.
  6. His hands felt warm, and sticky. Joseph glanced away from the screen, and realized his knuckles had gone white, and he had punctured the palms of his hand. He forced himself to relax, to open his fists, to lower his shoulders, to rest his mouth. He closed his eyes, and sucked in a great breath of air. He held it for a moment. Then another. And another. His lungs were burning when he finally expelled the stale breath and drew in a fresh one. But he was sufficiently calm now. Joseph gently picked up the remote, and rewound the recording, until the M was again on the screen. He paused, staring at it, memorizing each line. The he roared, and smashed his already bleeding hand into the Television. The M vanished as the screen broke. Pain washed up his arm, but he ignored it. He had always been good at ignoring warnings. He grabbed the broken set, raised it above his head, pivoted, and slammed it down onto the rickety wooden table. His momentum forced him to fall to his knees among the chunks of the table. He breathed, great ragged gasps flowing in and out of his lungs as his arms alerted him to cuts and lacerations made from broken glass and wood. He welcomed the pain, relished in, forged it into a focus. “Shatter you M.” He sighed, leaning forward onto his knees, before pushing himself back to his feet to survey the damage he had done. He’d need to replace the table and TV now. All on his nonexistent paycheck from the canceled Interpol job. He’d find a way. He always had before. Some ways were darker than others, but there was always a way for those who were strong in spirit. Joseph crouched, and gathered up the broken shards of glass into his shirt. He walked them over to the kitchen garbage and dumped them out before repeating the process until the floor was clean of the larger pieces. He repeated the process with the chunks of wood that could fit in the trashcan. The larger pieces he piled next to the door, a present for Sumiko. He picked up the TV, and froze. Inside the mess of wires and electronics, behind the screen, sat a small device. It looked like a transmitter. A listening device. Just how had M known about their plan so quickly? They had only come up with the idea a mere hour ago, after all. He carefully rotated the broken set, eyeing the device nestled inside. “Is that you M? Listening, and watching, refusing to show yourself?” “Well Shatter you. You arrogant, doylist, speck of dirt. I’ll not work for you. I refuse to be bound to someone who sees themself as above me ever again! I’ll take down Kira my way! With the people i choose! If you want my help fighting him, then you come here and ask for it!” He gestured to the front door. “Those four? Rikku, Alex, Hal and Sumiko? They’re criminals. Scum like me! But they’re better than you, far better! They’re willing to trust a man, and treat him as an equal, not lord over him and command him. So M. You gave me a choice. I heard the words you didn’t say. You have our records. Our lives in your hands. You hand those over to Kira, and we die. I heard the threat you gave us. Well I’ll give you the same choice. You come here, you join us! Or I’ll come for you as well as Kira. I’ll kill this false god, then I’ll come for you.” “That is my answer.” Meta, no hard feelings, but I am slightly irked about the records thing. I was looking forward to doing an Interpol heist. I’ll settle for doing an RP war with M instead though.
  7. I'm cheaper. I'll take 6.2 grams of Platinum. I can easily get everything I need for the mission with that, plus some extra goodies that might come in handy. And Alv, what's to stop you from betraying us once we're inside. I prefer the guided tour idea, with two stipulations. You have a dead man's panic switch, and I have a gun to your head. If you let go of the switch, the alarms go off, and we all get arrested, and eventually Kira'd. But I'll shoot you first. Once we've gotten in and out, we hand over your pay, we split, and never see each other again.
  8. I don't think this is true. I just read through the entirety of the Death Note Rules of use, and it never says whether or not legally changed names affect the Death Note. I've always seen it as being their birth name, since Mellow, Near and L destroyed all mentions of their legal names, thus, becoming legally nameless. So, Kira would need to know Joseph Busshu's real name to kill him. His name is on public record in the FBI, Interpol, and the US police though, so Kira can find it easily enough. Beside's there are a half dozen people on this site who know Joseph's real last name, since I'm just playing myself aged up and become a criminal.
  9. Excellent. So Arraenae and I get Elodin and Burnt into Interpol, Elodin does his computer magic and gives us clean records, Burnt burns the building to the ground to hide the evidence, and Haelbarde. . . What does Hael do?
  10. Now that would be a scary concept. Imagine an Admin banning Chaos and taking control.17th Shard Civil War. Which Admin would you follow? Edit: I would follow Joe ST of course.
  11. . . .What? Is that supposed to say Throw out? If so, then yes. Though it's going to be pretty lax. The More the merrier! Though, if it gets too bad, you might be found badly beaten behind a dumpster one morning. Pfffft. The apartment is Sparsely decorated. His stuff consists of third-hand furniture and a few things he keeps on his person.
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