Post by eloos on Aug 27, 2016 0:38:23 GMT -4
some time ago, people from the chaotic land of rp fucked it all and rode their hopes on some fuck who calls himself the bannanachair king, as they migrated to a new land they called banannachair. over time the democracy began to fall apart and new societies formed from the rubble until they all collapsed on themselves as they realized bannachair offered no freedom but instead droughts and pain, sickness and chaos. whoever was left flocked back to their native lands as tim licked his wounds, waiting for his chane to strike again
today is the day. the rp republic has fallen into madness as the godly mods have forgot all mercy, and have imposed a new law that censors pretty much everything anyone says, making conversation impossible. in a panic, the people of rp have rushed back to the oasis they once thought would carry more fertile lands. no one knows what will become of this reawakening, as tim gains his second chance, but all we know is that this is it.
if bannanachair falls, the world falls into chaos, and society as we know it will cease to exist, with all of this becoming but a memory.
thank you.
today is the day. the rp republic has fallen into madness as the godly mods have forgot all mercy, and have imposed a new law that censors pretty much everything anyone says, making conversation impossible. in a panic, the people of rp have rushed back to the oasis they once thought would carry more fertile lands. no one knows what will become of this reawakening, as tim gains his second chance, but all we know is that this is it.
if bannanachair falls, the world falls into chaos, and society as we know it will cease to exist, with all of this becoming but a memory.
thank you.
