- HEADLINES:PREMIUMS ON EYECHAT PLAGUE US10
- EDITORIAL “Valerie’s Letter”
- TRADE RUNS LOGISTICAL PROBLEMS.
- DOMESTIC COMPANY AUTHORIZES UNIFORMS FOR WASTED
- COMMUNITY: ZTASK760
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ASPERMONT, W.L. - After much encouragement, the premiums of US10 participated on the eyechat today in what was described as a “Shitstorm of Colors” that ironically burnt the eyes of Irishkaiser and made him retract his previous stance of getting people on the eyechat.
^“This ^crime ^against ^my ^retinas ^is ^partly ^due ^in ^fault ^because ^I ^wanted ^them ^there ^in ^the ^first ^place. ^Lawd ^bless ^that ^there ^were ^no ^Emeralds ^or ^… ^OBSIDIANS.” ^-Irishkaiser
User Irishkaiser now advocates white pride server-wide and wants premiums past [S]Silver participating in the eyechat lynched for great pain and destruction of retinal areas of his eyes. Many of the Company’s premium members responded with threatening to file lawsuits for hate crime against Irishkaiser but he simply responded with a goosestep march with invisible armies.
Valerie - I know there’s no way I can convince you this is not one of their tricks. But I don’t care. I am me.
My name is Valerie. I don’t think i’ll live much longer, and I wanted to tell someone about my life. This is the only autobiography that i’ll ever write, and – God – i’m writing it on toilet paper. I was born in Nottingham in 1985. I don’t remember much of those early years. But I do remember the rain. My grandmother owned a farm in Tottlebrook, and she used to tell me that God was in the rain.
I passed my eleven plus, and went to a girl’s grammar. It was at school that I met my first girlfriend. Her name was Sarah. It was her wrists – they were beautiful. I thought we would love each other forever. I remember our teacher telling us that it was an adolescent phase that people outgrew.
In 2002 I fell in love with a girl named Christina. That year I came out to my parents. I couldn’t have done it without Chris holding my hand. My father wouldn’t look at me. He told me to go and never come back. My mother said nothing. I’d only told them the truth. Was that so selfish? Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have.
It is the very last inch of us.
And within that inch, we are free.
I’d always known what i’d wanted to do with my life, and in 2015 I started my first film: The Salt Flats. It was the most important role of my life. Not because of my career, but because that was how I met Ruth. The first time we kissed, I knew I never wanted to kiss any other lips but hers again.
We moved to a small flat in London together. She grew scarlet carsons for me in our window box. And our place always smelt of roses. Those were the best years of my life.
But America’s war grew worse and worse, and eventually came to London.
After that there were no roses anymore. Not for anyone.
I remember how the meaning of words began to change. How unfamiliar words like “collateral” and “rendition” became frightening. When things like Norsefire and the Articles of Allegiance became powerful. I remember how different became dangerous. I still don’t understand it: why they hate us so much.
They took Ruth while she was out buying food. I’ve never cried so hard in my life. It wasn’t long until they came for me.
It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place. But for three years I had roses – and apologised to no-one. I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch.
It is small and it is fragile, and it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us. I hope that - whoever you are - you escape this place. I hope that the world turns, and that things get better. But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that even though I do not know you, and even though I may not meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you: I love you.
With all my heart. I love you.
The Company’s directory has noted the last two trade runs' lack of Infinity Bows merchandise partly due to the fact that the enchanted product is always locked away in other Company members' accounts with their owners forgetting to transfer them to central warehousing.
The directory as of today will now be constantly reminding surrender of Infinity Bows, chain armor or extra iron swords to either user fartabstract or Irishkaiser.
They come in Jungle, Desert, Arctic or Olive Drab variants. Each one can be customized as per user’s choice.
Fuck if we know what’s up with this guy or WholeMilk but I guess it’s important… I guess..?
ORDERS FOR THE WEEK:
1) Trade Run two or three days from now. All available Company members station themselves West tomorrow in preparation for the Trade Run.
2) Jesus Christ, surrender your infinity bows to me, Goddamnit.
^THE ^[?] ^EMPIRE, ^THE ^COMPANY’S ^OFFICIAL ^NEWS ^SOURCE ^AND ^PROPAGANDA ^TOOL. ^AW ^YEAH.
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