It was a crisp, cool night. A thin layer of soft snow coated the ground like a blanket, silent when I stepped in it. The streets were empty, save for the occasional beggar or hobo. Light came from the streetlamps, as the bright pale moon was obscured by dark clouds. Suddenly, a piercing laugh came from ahead. And then the lights went out. All along the street, every lamp, every match, every burning cigarette went dark. Then light. A brilliant burst of flame, illuminating the buildings and alleyways. He appeared. Santa. He carried a flamethrower, with two tanks full of gas strapped to his backi“Ho, ho, ho.” he laughed menacingly. “I hear you’ve been naughty to my faction members over the month.” Raising the flamethrower, he fired, sending a spout of fire rushing at me. I dropped to the ground and rolled to the side immediately, hiding behind a dumpster. Quickly, I pulled my Bushmaster sub-machine gun from my jacketlo. Peeking from my cover, I fired several rounds at Santa. He raised his hand, summoning an elf which blocked my bullets. Carefully, I took aim again and fired at him again. The bullets struck his blood red clothing, but bounced off harmlessly. Santa fired his flamethrower at me again, melting part of the dumpster. The searing heat burned my arm, so I again rolled away into the open. With a wicked smile, Santa dropped his flamethrower, which turned into a pile of snow. He scooped up a handful of this snow, which turned into a minigun.
“You’ve made a grave mistake boy, coming out into the open like that.” he cackled. He fired his minigun. And so I ran. Bullets tore at the air around me as I desperately turned and twisted, dodged and evaded. But it wasn't enough. A bullet ripped through my shoulder, knocking me onto the ground. Groaning, I crawled away from Santa, trying to find something, anything, to protect me.
“Nowhere to run now, sonny. You should have left my faction alone.” Santa said, towering over me. He leaned down into my face, his white beard brushing against my forehead. “I’ll make your demise a quick and painful one.” he hissed gleefully. He turned around to walk away, dropping his minigun and changing it back to a flamethrower. I saw my chance, The back of his neck was exposed, his clothing not covering it. With my uninjured arm, I pulled out my Diamond-Bladed knife and hurled it with all my strength, It was a good thing I had prayed at the church earlier because the knife hit. Santa roared in anger and pain, whirling around to face me. Belting out a string of curses, he lifted his flamethrower and prepared to launch a stream of burning napalm at me. Time seemed to slow down as my life flashed before my eyes. My fellow faction members, my friends, my victories. And then I saw it. My old sidearm, lying in the snow next to me. It must have fallen out of my pocket as I got hit by Santa’s minigun, I thought to myself. So I grabbed it. I turned it, and pointed it not at Santa himself but rather at the red and white gas tanks that rested on his back. I pulled the trigger. Santa would no longer terrorize these streets. Not anymore. And, well, my faction mates could go on without me. The bullet struck Santa’s gas tanks with a spark. Eyes wide, he tried to wildly fling his pack off. It exploded before he could completely remove it, a fireball bursting from within, expanding, engulfing everything around it. I closed my eyes against the flames.
The End
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Written by: me
Inspired by: me
Edited by: me
Happy holidays everyone and may you have a merry Torn Christmas/Hanukkah/Chanukah/Hannukah/Drunken eggnog-infused office party
So I recently began to restart an inactive faction called Raze Squadron. However, we right now have NEGATIVE 1,285 respect. This is a very old faction that I have been a part of for around 500 days. I have found there is no easy way for a beginner like me and my faction mates to quickly generate more reputation, and I am unable to buy any upgrades. Is this negative respect thing a bug? I haven't been able to find it in the forum...
You can see a screenshot at https://imgur.com/Xzt0jBK. I have also checked and I cannot get upgrades that cost less than positive 1,285 respect. Also, when my faction commits an organized crime, it adds to the total respect, so from negative 1,290 to negative 1,285.
While on the Upgrades page it shows "-1,285 / 3,539 respect available", in the public display it says it has 3,539 respect total.
As frustrating as it may be, calling somebody a dumbf**k is not conducive to persuading somebody to see your perspective. People seem to forget how their language and insults are incredibly polarizing and will usually only serve to push people farther away from your side. I encourage you to try to remember that when talking to strangers in the internet, a person is much more likely to say “you have some good points” in response to a calm and collected argument versus saying “lmao your mad” after being called a retard. This is important for everybody who engages in any kind of debate or argument.
I don’t see how gender identity is related to white supremacy ima be real with u
edit; the only link I can think of is a push by WS for a “traditional Christian household” which would most likely be racist but I don’t see that as being a core part of the argument for there being 2 genders
Dawg I hate to break it to you but gender and sex are different. Sex is biological and there is only male and female (or intersex rarely). Gender is used to denote “social, psychological, cultural and behavioral aspects” of a person which science has followed since the mid-1900s. Even before then though, the term gender was almost always used in reference to grammar rather than for anything with contemporary gender identity.
It was a crisp, cool night. A thin layer of soft snow coated the ground like a blanket, silent when I stepped in it. The streets were empty, save for the occasional beggar or hobo. Light came from the streetlamps, as the bright pale moon was obscured by dark clouds. Suddenly, a piercing laugh came from ahead. And then the lights went out. All along the street, every lamp, every match, every burning cigarette went dark. Then light. A brilliant burst of flame, illuminating the buildings and alleyways. He appeared. Santa. He carried a flamethrower, with two tanks full of gas strapped to his backi“Ho, ho, ho.” he laughed menacingly. “I hear you’ve been naughty to my faction members over the month.” Raising the flamethrower, he fired, sending a spout of fire rushing at me. I dropped to the ground and rolled to the side immediately, hiding behind a dumpster. Quickly, I pulled my Bushmaster sub-machine gun from my jacketlo. Peeking from my cover, I fired several rounds at Santa. He raised his hand, summoning an elf which blocked my bullets. Carefully, I took aim again and fired at him again. The bullets struck his blood red clothing, but bounced off harmlessly. Santa fired his flamethrower at me again, melting part of the dumpster. The searing heat burned my arm, so I again rolled away into the open. With a wicked smile, Santa dropped his flamethrower, which turned into a pile of snow. He scooped up a handful of this snow, which turned into a minigun.
“You’ve made a grave mistake boy, coming out into the open like that.” he cackled. He fired his minigun. And so I ran. Bullets tore at the air around me as I desperately turned and twisted, dodged and evaded. But it wasn't enough. A bullet ripped through my shoulder, knocking me onto the ground. Groaning, I crawled away from Santa, trying to find something, anything, to protect me.
“Nowhere to run now, sonny. You should have left my faction alone.” Santa said, towering over me. He leaned down into my face, his white beard brushing against my forehead. “I’ll make your demise a quick and painful one.” he hissed gleefully. He turned around to walk away, dropping his minigun and changing it back to a flamethrower. I saw my chance, The back of his neck was exposed, his clothing not covering it. With my uninjured arm, I pulled out my Diamond-Bladed knife and hurled it with all my strength, It was a good thing I had prayed at the church earlier because the knife hit. Santa roared in anger and pain, whirling around to face me. Belting out a string of curses, he lifted his flamethrower and prepared to launch a stream of burning napalm at me. Time seemed to slow down as my life flashed before my eyes. My fellow faction members, my friends, my victories. And then I saw it. My old sidearm, lying in the snow next to me. It must have fallen out of my pocket as I got hit by Santa’s minigun, I thought to myself. So I grabbed it. I turned it, and pointed it not at Santa himself but rather at the red and white gas tanks that rested on his back. I pulled the trigger. Santa would no longer terrorize these streets. Not anymore. And, well, my faction mates could go on without me. The bullet struck Santa’s gas tanks with a spark. Eyes wide, he tried to wildly fling his pack off. It exploded before he could completely remove it, a fireball bursting from within, expanding, engulfing everything around it. I closed my eyes against the flames.
The End
Credits
Written by: me
Inspired by: me
Edited by: me
Happy holidays everyone and may you have a merry Torn Christmas/Hanukkah/Chanukah/Hannukah/Drunken eggnog-infused office party
So I recently began to restart an inactive faction called Raze Squadron. However, we right now have NEGATIVE 1,285 respect. This is a very old faction that I have been a part of for around 500 days. I have found there is no easy way for a beginner like me and my faction mates to quickly generate more reputation, and I am unable to buy any upgrades. Is this negative respect thing a bug? I haven't been able to find it in the forum...
You can see a screenshot at https://imgur.com/Xzt0jBK. I have also checked and I cannot get upgrades that cost less than positive 1,285 respect. Also, when my faction commits an organized crime, it adds to the total respect, so from negative 1,290 to negative 1,285.
While on the Upgrades page it shows "-1,285 / 3,539 respect available", in the public display it says it has 3,539 respect total.