Bunkie

Hello! While I understand calling people retards and telling them to kill themselves might be funny to you, but we are not in a MW2 match 13 years ago. I also understand that some people do not have any empathy for others, therefor those words just slide out in normal conversation. It offends some people and can make them feel much worse. Just because I don't want to be told to "kill yourself, retard" doesn't mean that I am soft, it just feels icky. Now some people can't wrap their head around that fact, and it sucks to others that don't want to hear kind of language and demeanor being slung around like a "hello". At the end of a day, most people choose to play a server like this to relax. It's laid back and enjoyable. If I wanted to get screamed at by people with ear-rapey mics, I would go play Rust or CS:GO, where truly, most of the people that act this way belong. Be nice, it's not that hard. This doesn't mean to entirely exclude all emotions or ways to "beef". If you can't be mean ICly to people without screaming slurs or telling them to kill themselves, maybe just disable VOIP or find another avenue to pursue that wish.

now this is why i wake up every morning. you give me the energy and the willpower to even get out of bed. thank u silly irish man.

oover javer

HELL YEAH BROTHER, DRIVBBE THOSE CABS WITH EVERYTHING YOU GOT, ON GOD

I can't wait for you to play GTA RP with us!!! Hope to see you on the server soon!

+1!!

I do want to add, the spot right outside of Braddock's lab is not a spot used to try and bait out a fight between SD and crims. It is quite simply the best spot for a speed trap in the county. I understand the frustration from people whenever someone in SD hears gunshots from here, but realistically, you can hear the gunshots from quite a large distance away. Either don't hit the labs close to a main, major freeway, or adapt! Silencers are extremely effective and we would NEVER know of your presence.

LETS FUCKING GOOOOO

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The Transfer Alberto tapped snooze on his alarm clock and remained in bed. He looked over and saw it was 7:00 AM. Alberto decided to sleep in for once in a while, until he got a phone call from Jack. He knew it must be urgent since it was so early. He rolled over, grabbed his phone, and answered with a groggy “Hello?”. He immediately knew something was wrong when he heard Jack’s tone. Jack frantically started asking if he knew where Gerald was. Alberto knew nothing and responded accordingly. Jack explained that he hadn’t heard from Gerald in a few days and went to his house to check on him. Upon arrival, he noticed that his closet was thinned out and most of Gerald’s everyday items were gone as well, with one thing still on his nightstand; his phone. Jack made his way to Gerald’s garage and all of his vehicles were still there, besides his Calico. Alberto was quickly woken up by worry and began to ask around to no avail. Nobody had seen or heard from Gerald for the past 4 days. After the panic settled, Alberto and Jack began to relax, knowing that Gerald could handle himself. The thought of the worst still loomed in the back of their mind, until a week had passed, and during their weekly financial meeting, Gerald busted through the door of the Dojo Seijin office. They were surprised to see him back, and began to scold him for leaving without telling them anything, and without a way for them to communicate with him. Gerald sat down and began to tell them where he disappeared to for the past week. He had traveled out of state to dodge the snow and think about things. He explained that being in charge of so much at such a young age was very demanding on his mental health and he needed a break. Gerald woke up one morning and decided to disconnect. He packed his bags with the essentials, got in his Calico, and drove until he felt like stopping. Once everything settled down, he gave a proposition. He wanted someone to take his Masamune role in the family. The job that he once loved became a burden on him. The family was on board and wanted whatever would make Gerald feel better. Gerald threw out the name of a member of Seijin that was a well respected, trusted, and most importantly, proven member; Christian Mori, or as they called him, CJ. CJ was a determined, hard worker that got rid of most of the stock in only a few days. His numbers rivaled Alberto’s prime selling days. After a brief discussion, they decided it was a good fit. The next day, Gerald and Jack called CJ to the office. CJ looked around nervously, but Gerald tried to make the room as comfortable as he could. He sat CJ down, and began to type on the computer. CJ heard the printer start, and saw Gerald walk over to it, and grab the paper. Gerald walked back to the desk, grabbed a pen, and began to sign the paper. He handed it to CJ, with the pen, and asked him to read it. The paper was the Seijin paperwork for the creation of the Masamune position, and at the bottom was a new signature line with a red X next to it. Gerald explained what was going on, and CJ’s eyes lit up. After discussing it, CJ bowed slightly, grabbed the pen, and signed the paper. The Masamune position was officially passed on to CJ, and with that comes the start of a new story of Christian Mori’s life.

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Big ups to LSD. Love you all!

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