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You have a right to your opinion.
I've been playing this game long enough to know that the majority of players (at least the ones that indulge in the off-site communities of regions) often see nations as just a placeholder for themselves: "the player".
If you're someone who looks at the game in a way where your nations are a direct representation of yourself in a region, I suppose I can see how you'd favor someone with their "main" in the region instead of a puppet.
I mean, by the definitions my main isn't in any region where I hold citizenship, as I personally consider A classless society to be mine. When you indulge in the meta-game long enough, your perspective may change.
Hey.
Also, I never ever heard what Cormac's or Wrektopia's plans were; probably because I'm an ignorant needle who doesn't read the candidate they oppose's forum posts. Plus, Wrektopia cussed on my Christian Minecraft Server.
It's been a long time since I've seen you around!
Remind's me of that Shrek quote, "Ah hello there!"
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Unfortunately, it seems the Necromancer of Corruption doesn't have permission to reply to that particular section of the board. Strange; I'd have liked to express my support.
~Dysmastan, Necromancer of Corruption.
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So happy Max Berry decided to clean up the threads and the chat boxes. Much more user friendly.
Tubbius the Immense sprawls out in a couch by His bed, wearing His burgundy velvet nightgown and rubbing lazily at His very swollen tum-tum. A fourth pizza was perhaps one too many for the night. Mrs. Tubbius sits next to His Rotundity, wearing Her burgundy velvet nightgown and rubbing lazily at Her very swollen tum-tum, too. With a wink that sets Her eyeglasses slipping on Her plump nose, Treadwellia's Blessed Mother lets Treadwellia's Great Father know, in so many "Hrm hrm"s, that at least the ballooning of His belly will go down a little more quickly than that of Hers. He has a night to go. She has almost a month.
After hefting Themselves away from that poor bedside sofa, Tubbius and Mrs. Tubbius waddle off to bed after a brief trip to the nursery to care for the infants, Baby Tubbius and Sister Tubbius, one last time before going to sleep. Doggy Tubbius soon joins his owners, curled up in his own favorite blanket and bed.
Doggy Tubbius!
Ni hon, Treadwellia, Mioktopia, and Atlas corpration
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