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Yoo I made it into the post PogChampion

"A legal citizen would nor should ever consider wearing a mask." - On a bike up north, I don't want sand in me face smile. Also @Qiang sounds IC fair or not lmao, perhaps next time post whole ass video please. Not just the end. P.S. You are asking retribution by removing charges etc, good luck, that shit can't be done. I'm sure face concealment gets prisoner transport but when I do domestic terrorism I get a cadet. Lucky you.

OmegaWeirdChamp Fitz fan boy

This and Ankles. +1

client doesn't support deletion, time to drop 10 euro and rename it

Don't forget the ankles.

also ankles

There he was, an initiate in a new religion and/or science, meditating on the roof top of their Sanctuary attempting to find the real truth in the teaching's of Kraff. As he meditated, he managed to slip into a trance where he found himself with a vision, vision which he decided to share with the rest of his brothers and sisters. Mother-Sister Maddison Parrish and Father-Father Jonathan Richards encouraged to share the rest of the vision with the brothers, which he did, and they entertained the idea just as Brother-Brother Letov showed up. And so they went on this quest, a message from Kraff to Initiate Brother-Brother Sun, for his own surprise Father-Father Johnathan Richards was quick with his wits and deciphered vague description of the location, taking four of them into the desert, right into what seem to be like a place touched by Kraff's presence. Brother-Brother Albert Sun then took few minutes to concentrate, telling everyone to remove their shoes and walk with him West across the desert, finding themselves with more marks of Kraff, which Brother-Brother Letov confused for a number 8, but Brother-Brother Sun was quick to correct him, informing him that that's a symbol of Infinity, exactly like Kraff's knowledge and love for fellow brothers and sisters. He preached before the walk "We'll walk until the metal beast crosses our path..." Behold and see the prophesied by Brother Sun, the metal beasts soared across the sky, which left him rather stunned and weeping for hours like a raving mad man, no one knows if it was tears of joy or sorrow... When they returned to the sanctuary hours later, Brother Brother Sun removed himself from presence of others and was not seen for days, perhaps he went to further meditate on Kraff's message...

lol no

Sitting in Bayview for 70 hours a week or so, because of pretty much your whole statement. Really sums it up.

Posted a year ago, ok buddy, maybe someone outta put out a reminder

Date and time (provide timezone): This week more or less starting 8th 06 2020 onwards. Character name: /modview UI Issue/bug you are reporting: The Base Payment doesnt match what it says on the /modview UI, happens randomly for people Expected behavior: Not charge people for nothing, and be correct price. Evidence, notes worth mentioning, steps to replicate: screenshot added. Vehicle license plate number*:

You can get it revoked for excessive torture, saving the man/adrenaline shots etc to revitalise, then torture and torture and torture... Talking from experience...

I took a break from ECRP because of lack of RP and choke hold of criminals, now its being even more limited I'm just thinking to myself, fuck is the point of coming back...

Time and time again Albert Sun, formerly Al Lancaster was called a snitch by his peers. Even when cleared by high command he had cloud over his head because of it, stigma he could not let go of... One fortunate night he was heading home from a successful run of labs with a hefty loot in his bag when he noticed oddity in his neighbourhood and decided to investigate. With quick and silent movement he found himself on top of the roof with a detective quiet literally scoping his house out and something in Albert snapped, he pulled his pistol out and shot unaware detective by the ear, stunning him due to loud noise and putting the hot tip of the gun to his neck, and grabbing him by the jacket then throwing him off the roof, with the upper hand in his favour he stuffed the detective into the trunk of unmarked Buffalo. Minutes later as detective was regaining consciousness he found himself strapped to a chair in a drug lab, a man with a hammer in his hand over looking him and starting to ask questions about the snitch. Hours on end Albert pummelled Keller into submission, hammer now thrown on the floor with Kellers fingers maced and mangled, his face covered in clotting blood from the beatings he's received. Yet he would not give a name he would now and then answer the questions on what's been leaked to the IB, locations, names, addresses, procedures, costs and money paid to the "POI" even with his body tissue being removed little by little with a hunting knife. This was not what Albert was about before, he never bothered with the torture or maiming although he took pride in his work, as the third hour of torture was upon them has lost himself and forgotten what he wanted and when he came to it, he shaved Kellers head and left his almost lifeless body, collecting his tools and human tissue and went on his way, knowing full well someone had access to at least a little bit of information on what he was looking for. And so his luck has not ran out as he found himself an ex-detective who he was more than familiar with, she was Albert's first, she had to know something. He approached her still covered in fresh blood, his white clothing and mask covered in splashes of clotting blood. At first he tried to talk to her normally, just asking for information but she refused of course. Sun did not want to cause more stress towards Hana but he had no choice he had to pull his gun out. Putting a gun to her head and forcing her to access any documentations still accessible for her, Albert held in his hand a print out, with no name just "Person of Interest" confirming what Keller has spoken of in his weakest moments. Hours later Albert found himself on a hill looking out into horizon, putting his thoughts together, holding a piece of paper with his bloody finger prints now dried out on it then hitting his bikes fuel tank over and over with his fist shouting "Fuck fuck fuck fuck" out of desperation of acquiring no name... for now... setting the print out on fire and letting it burn to ashes, putting his head down on the steering wheel yelling out in anguish.