Burnmad

Granted. Everyone now strongly dislikes you.I wish I didn't have OCD.

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Granted. You become a human calculator and everyone immediately becomes jealous of your mathematical abilities and hates you.I wish I would stumble upon a priceless artifact which leads me on an exciting adventure full of romance and treasure!

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So then.Who wants to assist me in starting off my character? I always find doing so a boring process. Anyone out there wanna pick a fight? I could, perhaps, wander too close to their property? Bump into them and make them drop something important?

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Granted. However, it heats up to a much hotter temperature now. As soon as you flip the switch you receive 17 third degree burns and your bed catches on fire.I wish my school curriculum wasn't barely fit for a five year old and that I would feel like I'm learning something.

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Leader is Kohrak Kal 17.Members are Zakaro, King Joe, Onarax and Lhikevikk.

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edit: OK, um... I'm pretty sure you can't choose between income and sales tax, (though I might be wrong) but if you you can, what would you guys find to be an acceptable tax amount for income and sales, while still holding me to my promise of cheap taxes? And also, what would be an acceptable price below which there are no sales taxes and an acceptable sales tax cap?

If what you guys decide is agreeable, then I will make it official.

Uhhh...No taxes!Wait, we need those.Cheap taxes!Also I vote for myself.

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OOC: lol Accidentally typed "IC: Burnmad" last post.IC: Ludar: NW Information District: "Talking" with Ersis:"Oh well." Ludar said, disappointed. "Perhaps we'll meet again when the internet is back up."Ludar then turned around and started walking in the direction of the Housing District.

IC: Burnmad: NW Information District: "Speaking" With Ersis:"Ah, I see." Ludar said.He thought for a moment."Do you know sign language, perhaps?"

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Name: ArtorreSpecies: ToaGender: MaleFaction: NeutralAppearance: Red toa with black chestplate, gauntlets and boots.Weapons: Straight, black, average sword, which can also channel his element by lighting on fire and/or emitting a concentrated beam of fire to cut things, albeit slowly. Also carries 10 throwing knives at all times.Mask: Komau shaped like Calix.Power: FireSecondary Abilities: Very fast reflexes, often giving the illusion his mask is an actual Calix.Weakness: WaterPersonality: Calm, smart, but also kind and usually forgivingBiography: An average researcher, Artorre came to the island to solve its mystery, like most everyone else. He wants somewhat to leave, but cannot abandon his friends and co-workers.

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Name: ArtorreSpecies: ToaGender: MaleFaction: NeutralAppearance: Red toa with black chestplate, gauntlets and boots.Weapons: Straight, black, average sword, which can also channel his element by lighting on fire and/or emitting a concentrated beam of fire to cut things, albeit slowly. Also carries 10 throwing knives at all times.Mask: Komau shaped like Calix.Power: FireSecondary Abilities: Very fast reflexes, often giving the illusion his mask is an actual Calix.Weakness: WaterPersonality: Calm, smart, but also kind and usually forgivingBiography: An average researcher, Artorre came to the island to solve its mystery, like most everyone else. He wants somewhat to leave, but cannot abandon his friends and co-workers.

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(...Implying the original wasn't evil?)Out comes a plum.In goes a potato pie.

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Out comes a futuristic spaceship.In go all the vital internal mechanisms.

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Out comes an angry gorilla.In goes your mangled corpse.

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No God Modding!My mask.

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I launch a nuclear bomb at you and then wait in my bomb shelter for decades so the fallout goes away. I walk out triumphantly, grab the Ignika, and drop dead.Still my mask tho.

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I show you a picture of a dead puppy. You burst into tears, dropping the Ignika.My mask.

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Crashed it. Afterwards, he...

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I pump your stomach.My mask.

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I can't say I remember the H&H topics before the downtime having uneven starting health. I mean really, the point is to help your favorite character win and your least favorites to lose. How would anyone do that if their favorite is a matoran and their least favorite a toa?

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Out comes Pickato Nuva, the proud Toa Nuva of stone, potatoes and pickles. In goes a peck of pickled peppers.

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Alright then. I asked about your optical implants.

IC: Ludar: NW Information District (Walking Home):Four libraries. Completely organized, alphabetically, by author. AKA, standard protocol.This is contentment. This is happiness. This is a record, Ludar realized, at least a personal one."Wonderful!"Hm, talking to himself again. Why he did this escaped him. Oh well. He hoped the odd, silver toa with the prosthetic forearms and eye implants over in the alley hadn't heard him. Actually, those eye implants were quite interesting. Ludar approached him."Hello, sir! Do you remember where you got those optical implants?"edit: Typo

realized he didn't even know how, so he went to...

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So.Who wants to socialize with my character, then?

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Out comes a pillow.In goes a pillow-case.-