Finished: 09 PM Tue 01 Jul 14 UTC
Private Pitboss XXVII: The Way She Goes
1 day /phase
Pot: 150 D - Spring, 2013, Finished
Fall of the American Empire IV, Anonymous players, Survivors-Win Scoring
1 excused missed turn
Game drawn

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06 May 14 UTC Spring, 1999: Hey Cali, west coast master race?
07 May 14 UTC Spring, 1999: Ok
07 May 14 UTC Spring, 1999: So socal
07 May 14 UTC Spring, 1999: NY, trying to tango?
07 May 14 UTC Spring, 1999: Sure almost certainly an Ultimate player lol
08 May 14 UTC Autumn, 1999: Land of the Mojitos! Come and get some bro-amigos. Hey, where's my sombrero sloots?
09 May 14 UTC Autumn, 1999: Real pro move Texas.
09 May 14 UTC Spring, 2000: Texas is playing ninja mode.
10 May 14 UTC Spring, 2000: bold move
12 May 14 UTC Autumn, 2000: Cali, you have to press Ready, not Save....
12 May 14 UTC Autumn, 2000: Don't rush my bro-migo ese, this party is going full cycle cuz today I am very not-Thad because BMS reached the goals to make my movie. That's right sloots! Coming to a theatre near you in the close approximate future is my humongous dick pounding on the pocket pussy my dad gave me. Speaking of pussy, did you know that Sam Bradford's shoulders are made of pussies.
12 May 14 UTC Autumn, 2000: Aaand Travis.
12 May 14 UTC Autumn, 2000: What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
12 May 14 UTC Autumn, 2000: I hate all of you.
13 May 14 UTC Autumn, 2000: 'Merica
13 May 14 UTC Autumn, 2000: Gorilla...You wanna circle jerk? Are you right or left handed so I know where to sit. Anyone else down for a brojob?
13 May 14 UTC Spring, 2001: Florida is Will...So now that you know, everyone should turn on him for little to no reason
13 May 14 UTC Spring, 2001: Brojobs!
15 May 14 UTC Autumn, 2001: BC this means WARRRRRR
15 May 14 UTC Autumn, 2001: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_d8C4AIFgUg

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