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Issue #113



Editor's Notes

I've got some places that I need to visit. I don't have much to go on and I won't have internet access for most of that time.
This article was being drafted when the war got cancelled. It's obsolete, so I hope you will appreciate where it was going.



Chronicles of GoTJ

Any man that would take a law against his fellow man is a fool or a coward. Whomever cannot live without that law is both.
A wounded man should say to his assailant, "If I die; you are forgiven and If I live; I will kill you."
This is the code of honor.


*GoTJ*
That big wheel keeps spinning and every tired old tramp follows along, looking for scraps. Incarcerated minds stifle thought, while they caper and banter for their autocratic states. Most are so well adjusted that they fear loosing their place by stepping out of line.

Rather than end up at the bottom of a human pyramid; I decided to live my life, deliberately. My eyes rolled blind to sights that distract me. The eUS would be my clique and humanity was my set.

Most of the time; I would do what suits me. I ended up in the southwest with a hooker named Debbie. A hole in the wall bar was a theatre in which the drunken old sages would bestow their wisdom and we could witness the occasional brawl.

Through no fault of my own; people with depraved ambitions were conspiring.
They thundered brightly through the night astride a flaming trident which struck California, with a force that awakened the Son of Cronus.

A signal went out from USAF and the militias were organized.
My comrades and I sold our lands. We fashioned our farming implements into weapons and made for higher ground.

The beseechers set ablaze everything in their path. From our vantage point, it looked like a great glowing worm.
When the worm had reached a valley with one road, we unwrapped our energy bars and charged. The Bear Cavalry was dispatched to block the road and some of us stayed behind to make an assault from the hilltop; as we pleaded for reinforcements.

Bear Cavalry was forced into a tactical retreat. D2 was holding it's own, but we were becoming encircled. The time had come to sever the enemy supply lines, but the reinforcements didn't appear to be enough. The fighting went on for hours. We were down to small arms and some of our comrades were so hungry that they were forced to eat their laptops.

(End of Transmission.)


It seemed, once again, the Meta-Lords had played a trick on the Old Gods. The war had been canceled.









Socialist Freedom Party, Endorsement.

So, my endorsement goes to J.A. Lake.
I can regale you with our, many, discussions on literature. I could subject you to a boring list of his achievements.
That would be pointless and distracting, imo. You can view his profile page to see where his loyalties are.

Comrade Lake is a person to which I can relate:
He shares my distain with the dictatorship and maximum taxes.
He realizes that we have a 2 dimensional entity, operating a Shadow Government from the eUS forum.
He started at the bottom and took part in an ascent that was years, in the making.

If I were you, I'd vote for J.A.Lake. You should too.



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