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It's not a reasonable discussion as we've been at it before. I voted you for pressure to see how you'd respond. Part of that was having a poor reason for the vote. You don't like it; we understand. I got what I wanted, the only question is how to interpret it.

Well if you would stop focusing on literally the first post I made in the game as a basis for my scumminess, perhaps I'd be less inclined to call you out on your nonsense. Alas...

Quote from: hector13 on July 25, 2016, 06:42:12 pm

Oh right.

I would like to point out to you I was putting pressure on you for asking flavour questions prior to the weekend. A lot.

Perhaps you'd like to explain how that wasn't "enough" pressure?

Perhaps you'd care to explain how that's relevant to the question I was answering?

Answering a question with a question. Classy. Also classic. Avoision technique!

You were asked why tossing a vote out at the start of a game was scummy and you replied with a really crap "well it depends..." so I asked what it depended on then you said I didn't do enough with my vote so I asked what "enough" meant and you said pretty much exactly what I did and you're now avoiding answering the question because it'll make you look like an idiot. Run on that, bitches.

But it's too late! Only idiots answer questions with questions. /ignore this sentence

PPE: or what griffin said. Brevity is a watch word guys.

Also griffin, wtf with the IC relevant comments in OOC parentheses?

This reminds me that there's no real movie to look foward to in this year for me anymore :v
After Fury Road, I don't think there's any reason to expect anything better either.

Fury Road was poop.

Eh? I... what? Flavour questions? You were the one asking flavour questions...

4 or 5. One was bait, the others were genuine. Even had a crap joke in there!

All but one quoted by Icy Tea <3

Name: Ernest Quinn
Description: Athletic man of average height, short black hair
Bio:Ernest's grew up with a father that provided a perfect example. A perfect example of what Ernest didn't want to be: hard drinking, heavy partying, unemployed criminal wastrel. Heck, if you're going to rob people at least put some thought into it, pops.

He presently works as rent-a-cop security at a shopping mall. If daddy taught him anything, the easiest scores were to be had by those who had everything to lose by fighting back. Forgetful little old ladies, soccer moms and pathetic petty thieves were easy money.

Hey, even if somebody did have the intestinal fortitude to tell on him, who are the cops gonna believe? The scumbag that tried to steal a hundred bucks worth of kids underwear, or the rent-a-cop eking out a hard living stopping these "scumbags"?

Even so, Ernest finds this life is getting less and less fulfilling as time goes on. He wants- no, needs more excitement in his life. Bigger scores, maybe even bigger risks. Maybe this emotional augmentation racket has something to it...

Edited a bit in, need to get the "asshole" across