JackPK
blame telegram
- Pronoun
- he/him
yeah so that was hilarious but for the sake of my sanity in counting the votes next time i'm gonna have to kindly ask you guys not to do that again. all votes pledging more than the voter has will only count for the total amount of money the voter has.
The town hall explodes with vocal activity, with accusations flying back and forth. "I like people who didn't get captured!" VM shouts loudly, knocking his hairpiece askew, and he proceeds to parade around the room making it rain with what turns out to be a ridiculous amount of Monopoly money.
In the end, the armed guards just barely manage to calm everyone down enough to get them into the voting booths. Capitalism doesn't stop for Trump, after all.
The numbers on the marquee fly wildly back and forth — at one point going too high to fit on the board — before finally settling at much more reasonable figures.
LILYCOLO — $39
WARGLE — $41
The townspeople are almost used to it this time when the shot rings out and Wargle's body crumples to the ground. When the authorities search her body, they find bags of every kind of illegal drug you could ask for, hanging from pins on the inside of her trenchcoat as if it was her equivalent of a shop window on a street corner. That's what happens when you do drugs, a mother says, the War on Drugs justified in her mind for another fragile moment.
Wargle, the Crime Ring Drug Distributor, is dead.
She was scum.
Unfortunately for the citizens of Capitalismville, they just can't seem to get a day of success without it being bittersweet, tainted by the death of somebody who in turn was tainted by poison. When I liek Squirtles' body is examined, officials find that his body was filled with some of every single kind of drug that had been found in Wargle's stash.
I liek Squirtles, the Venture Capitalist, is dead.
He was innocent.
48 hours for night actions.
The town hall explodes with vocal activity, with accusations flying back and forth. "I like people who didn't get captured!" VM shouts loudly, knocking his hairpiece askew, and he proceeds to parade around the room making it rain with what turns out to be a ridiculous amount of Monopoly money.
In the end, the armed guards just barely manage to calm everyone down enough to get them into the voting booths. Capitalism doesn't stop for Trump, after all.
The numbers on the marquee fly wildly back and forth — at one point going too high to fit on the board — before finally settling at much more reasonable figures.
LILYCOLO — $39
WARGLE — $41
The townspeople are almost used to it this time when the shot rings out and Wargle's body crumples to the ground. When the authorities search her body, they find bags of every kind of illegal drug you could ask for, hanging from pins on the inside of her trenchcoat as if it was her equivalent of a shop window on a street corner. That's what happens when you do drugs, a mother says, the War on Drugs justified in her mind for another fragile moment.
Wargle, the Crime Ring Drug Distributor, is dead.
She was scum.
Unfortunately for the citizens of Capitalismville, they just can't seem to get a day of success without it being bittersweet, tainted by the death of somebody who in turn was tainted by poison. When I liek Squirtles' body is examined, officials find that his body was filled with some of every single kind of drug that had been found in Wargle's stash.
I liek Squirtles, the Venture Capitalist, is dead.
He was innocent.
48 hours for night actions.