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- Selling a Dual Scimitar for 1.1b
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- JOIN THE REVOLUTION! (we got horses)
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HOWDY!
Are you looking for a faction with an active community? Do you lie awake at night wishing you were in a faction of friendly, generous, helpful individuals? Did you throw a penny in a well the other day hoping that the genie which lives within would send you an invite link for a faction with well-stocked coffers?
GOOD NEWS! YOUR PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED!
Revolutionary Cavalry is looking for active, friendly players who won't shy away from a little bit of gore and "lawbreaking"!
We have to offer: An active discord! Xanax for training and chaining! As many meds as you can stand! A small bunker full of armour and guns! A BIG bunker full of as many grenades as your little arms can throw!
ONLY cons are, you have to occasionally put up with me, the most annoying member of the faction.
Please message me if you're interested, and if not, have a great day in Torn City!
:D
Our faction: https://www.torn.com/factions.php?step=your#/
My inbox: https://www.torn.com/profiles.php?XID=2827031
Are you looking for a faction with an active community? Do you lie awake at night wishing you were in a faction of friendly, generous, helpful individuals? Did you throw a penny in a well the other day hoping that the genie which lives within would send you an invite link for a faction with well-stocked coffers?
GOOD NEWS! YOUR PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED!
Revolutionary Cavalry is looking for active, friendly players who won't shy away from a little bit of gore and "lawbreaking"!
We have to offer: An active discord! Xanax for training and chaining! As many meds as you can stand! A small bunker full of armour and guns! A BIG bunker full of as many grenades as your little arms can throw!
ONLY cons are, you have to occasionally put up with me, the most annoying member of the faction.
Please message me if you're interested, and if not, have a great day in Torn City!
:D
Our faction: https://www.torn.com/factions.php?step=your#/
My inbox: https://www.torn.com/profiles.php?XID=2827031
Hi folks! Title is pretty self explanatory! I was wondering who all would be interested in doing a little informal online book club! I'd be making a discord channel to discuss our book of the month as well as drawing up a rota so all members would eventually get a chance to pick a book for us all to read.
If you're interested, please leave a reply or PM me! I look forward to reading with you all!
If you're interested, please leave a reply or PM me! I look forward to reading with you all!
Anas is latin for duck
Wading through wattles,
Bright yellow burrs bury their way into mypointers coat as he tears ahead.
My rifle sits hot between my shoulders,
He stops. Barking, he looks back at me. Hesits, knees shaking in anticipation
I can smell it now, just peeking through acrid Gunsmoke.
His tongue pants, radiating heat. Raised front paw pressed to his chest. Grinning.
Bright blue feathers catch the sunlight,glinting against fine wet blades of grass.
I stoop, picking up our first mallard of the year.I feed him a rasher from my pocket
Wading through wattles,
Bright yellow burrs bury their way into mypointers coat as he tears ahead.
My rifle sits hot between my shoulders,
He stops. Barking, he looks back at me. Hesits, knees shaking in anticipation
I can smell it now, just peeking through acrid Gunsmoke.
His tongue pants, radiating heat. Raised front paw pressed to his chest. Grinning.
Bright blue feathers catch the sunlight,glinting against fine wet blades of grass.
I stoop, picking up our first mallard of the year.I feed him a rasher from my pocket
Silica mineral; an australian fairytale
In the little pyramids of Cooper Pedy Field
light is trapped; hardened in the cast of sands,
tinted with spiders’ rhymes and worm spit.
My fellow prospectors tell stories at night,
faces lit by cigarette ends,
‘bout how
the Greeks said
opals let you tell the future,
if you sit ‘em in snake blood on a fullmoon.
And for the luckiest of us there,
opal saw you’d be mining opal ‘til you couldn’t.
In the little pyramids of Cooper Pedy Field
light is trapped; hardened in the cast of sands,
tinted with spiders’ rhymes and worm spit.
My fellow prospectors tell stories at night,
faces lit by cigarette ends,
‘bout how
the Greeks said
opals let you tell the future,
if you sit ‘em in snake blood on a fullmoon.
And for the luckiest of us there,
opal saw you’d be mining opal ‘til you couldn’t.
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Coincidentally, he has the exact same tattoos as Nicholas Alahverdian, which he insists hospital nurses put on him while he was sedated.
Mfer looks like Carl Wheezer
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Mfer looks like Carl Wheezer
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A Rhode Island fugitive who faked his own death and fled to Scotland steamed his glasses up with rage while angrily insisting he is a British man called Arthur Knight.
Nicholas Alahverdian - aka Nicholas Rossi, 35 - also theatrically tried standing to prove that was was unable to walk during a Dateline interview with Andrea Canning that will be screened Friday at 9pm ET.
'I am not Nicholas Alahverdian. I do not know how to make this clearer,' he told NBC in a bizarre accent, muffled by an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose.
Rossi was interviewed in April 2022 - seven months before a ruling in which a Scottish judge rubbished his claims, and confirmed he is in fact the US-born fugitive. He is currently being held in a Scotland jail as he awaits extradition proceedings.
On Thursday Alahverdian failed to appear for a hearing in Edinburgh after an 'altercation', a court wastold. He was seen leaving Edinburgh Sheriff's Court in a wheelchair and the extradition hearing postponed until a later date.
The US now seeks to extradite him to face a number of sexual assault charges, amid them an accusation he ****d a 21-year-old woman in Utah in 2008. They say he faked his death in 2017 and fled to Scotland.
The story came to Scotland last Christmas when a man was arrested at the Queen Elizabeth University Hospital in Glasgow.
He said he was Arthur Knight, but the American authorities were certain he was Nicholas Rossi, wanted for raping a 21-year-old woman in Utah in 2008, and other sex attacks.
A judge in Edinburgh has now rejected his claims of mistaken identity, ruling that he is Rossi, and extradition proceedings will follow.
Interview with him
Nicholas Alahverdian - aka Nicholas Rossi, 35 - also theatrically tried standing to prove that was was unable to walk during a Dateline interview with Andrea Canning that will be screened Friday at 9pm ET.
'I am not Nicholas Alahverdian. I do not know how to make this clearer,' he told NBC in a bizarre accent, muffled by an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose.
Rossi was interviewed in April 2022 - seven months before a ruling in which a Scottish judge rubbished his claims, and confirmed he is in fact the US-born fugitive. He is currently being held in a Scotland jail as he awaits extradition proceedings.
On Thursday Alahverdian failed to appear for a hearing in Edinburgh after an 'altercation', a court wastold. He was seen leaving Edinburgh Sheriff's Court in a wheelchair and the extradition hearing postponed until a later date.
The US now seeks to extradite him to face a number of sexual assault charges, amid them an accusation he ****d a 21-year-old woman in Utah in 2008. They say he faked his death in 2017 and fled to Scotland.
Nicholas Rossi tries to plead he can't breathe properly or walk
The story came to Scotland last Christmas when a man was arrested at the Queen Elizabeth University Hospital in Glasgow.
He said he was Arthur Knight, but the American authorities were certain he was Nicholas Rossi, wanted for raping a 21-year-old woman in Utah in 2008, and other sex attacks.
A judge in Edinburgh has now rejected his claims of mistaken identity, ruling that he is Rossi, and extradition proceedings will follow.
Interview with him
i saw this thread and bought my first keg. 4 glasses.
Anas is latin for duck
Wading through wattles,
Bright yellow burrs bury their way into mypointers coat as he tears ahead.
My rifle sits hot between my shoulders,
He stops. Barking, he looks back at me. Hesits, knees shaking in anticipation
I can smell it now, just peeking through acrid Gunsmoke.
His tongue pants, radiating heat. Raised front paw pressed to his chest. Grinning.
Bright blue feathers catch the sunlight,glinting against fine wet blades of grass.
I stoop, picking up our first mallard of the year.I feed him a rasher from my pocket
Wading through wattles,
Bright yellow burrs bury their way into mypointers coat as he tears ahead.
My rifle sits hot between my shoulders,
He stops. Barking, he looks back at me. Hesits, knees shaking in anticipation
I can smell it now, just peeking through acrid Gunsmoke.
His tongue pants, radiating heat. Raised front paw pressed to his chest. Grinning.
Bright blue feathers catch the sunlight,glinting against fine wet blades of grass.
I stoop, picking up our first mallard of the year.I feed him a rasher from my pocket
I personally always spin the casino wheels in ascending order of value.
So 1k>5k>1m.
In crippling debt still no PI o7
So 1k>5k>1m.
In crippling debt still no PI o7
unkangaroos (antonym)
Silica mineral; an australian fairytale
In the little pyramids of Cooper Pedy Field
light is trapped; hardened in the cast of sands,
tinted with spiders’ rhymes and worm spit.
My fellow prospectors tell stories at night,
faces lit by cigarette ends,
‘bout how
the Greeks said
opals let you tell the future,
if you sit ‘em in snake blood on a fullmoon.
And for the luckiest of us there,
opal saw you’d be mining opal ‘til you couldn’t.
In the little pyramids of Cooper Pedy Field
light is trapped; hardened in the cast of sands,
tinted with spiders’ rhymes and worm spit.
My fellow prospectors tell stories at night,
faces lit by cigarette ends,
‘bout how
the Greeks said
opals let you tell the future,
if you sit ‘em in snake blood on a fullmoon.
And for the luckiest of us there,
opal saw you’d be mining opal ‘til you couldn’t.
OWNED SHAUN
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GalacticShrimp
I see, in the darkness
A shrimp.
Its shell contains multitudes,
decapodal stars.
Its pinkness leaves an after image
in the vast plainness.
I can just touch it.
Its shell feels like how I'd imagine bone would.
It turns to face me,
Pitch black eyes, and I am lost.
Your form is undeniable.
I thought I had seen shrimp before.
In aquariums on field trips,
In sandwiches,
In disappointing sea monkey tanks.
But they have never been Shrimp.
I can barely understand it now,
But a pressure leaves my blood.
We float together for a moment,
And I miss you when you leave.
I see, in the darkness
A shrimp.
Its shell contains multitudes,
decapodal stars.
Its pinkness leaves an after image
in the vast plainness.
I can just touch it.
Its shell feels like how I'd imagine bone would.
It turns to face me,
Pitch black eyes, and I am lost.
Your form is undeniable.
I thought I had seen shrimp before.
In aquariums on field trips,
In sandwiches,
In disappointing sea monkey tanks.
But they have never been Shrimp.
I can barely understand it now,
But a pressure leaves my blood.
We float together for a moment,
And I miss you when you leave.
Hi everyone! It's been so great to hear and see from you all! I just wanted to give the update that we have now started a discord where all group reading and discussions will take place!
For this month, as we haven't enough time to properly read and discuss a full book, we are reading the short story 'Taste' by Roald Dahl!
Here's the Discord
And here's a link to the PDF where you can find this short story!
Happy reading! Hope I hear from you soon :D
For this month, as we haven't enough time to properly read and discuss a full book, we are reading the short story 'Taste' by Roald Dahl!
Here's the Discord
And here's a link to the PDF where you can find this short story!
Happy reading! Hope I hear from you soon :D
https://discord.gg/e7MuVcKb
Heres the discord link! join if u wanna read!
Heres the discord link! join if u wanna read!
Hope ur next sunday is even lovelier :D
Pablo Asscobar
Hello from the Torn City Donkey Sanctuary.
We'd like to inform you that Alan, your sponsored Donkey, has chewed through a fence, and his present whereabouts are unknown. Oh, wait. No. He's asleep in the barn. Panic over.
We'd like to inform you that Alan, your sponsored Donkey, has chewed through a fence, and his present whereabouts are unknown. Oh, wait. No. He's asleep in the barn. Panic over.
bomp
SOLD