Polewhippe [3497663] Level 49 Iron Rose Legion IRL General
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Hello there,
I've just successfully cleared all of the day's jobs in Disposal... yet haven't gotten the merit. I'm not sure if it's the method by which I did it, but I'd love to hear from anyone who's managed to get this merit!
Perhaps there's more to come in the afternoon?
Hi, I can’t get into my spouses pi.
what happens is:
1 there is no option to move in.
2. I move into the mansion.
3. I then get the option to move into the pi.
4. When I move in, it says I’ve moved in but nothing changed, and suddenly im homeless again. I get no report I’ve been kicked out either.
Oh! Thank you - yes some are hidden. I shall cruise on to a further level then. This has been very helpful!
Hello there,
I've just successfully cleared all of the day's jobs in Disposal... yet haven't gotten the merit. I'm not sure if it's the method by which I did it, but I'd love to hear from anyone who's managed to get this merit!
Perhaps there's more to come in the afternoon?
Wait, I think it has now been reset by him actually kicking me out. However before it just left me in a weird loop.
Hi, I can’t get into my spouses pi.
what happens is:
1 there is no option to move in.
2. I move into the mansion.
3. I then get the option to move into the pi.
4. When I move in, it says I’ve moved in but nothing changed, and suddenly im homeless again. I get no report I’ve been kicked out either.
Exciting. Did the optional like.
49
Hat in the ring
I am up for winning stuff. :)
I have no jokes though.
It took me several months to understand you did not have to immediately take your next xanax 1 second after your drug cooldown.
Ahhhhh come on lucky numbers
There’s that saying where you shouldn’t ask how you made your first million. Your second million, sure, but not your first…
It was a quiet night—too quiet. The kind of night where even the wind keeps secrets.
I was nursing a lukewarm coffee when there was a knock at the door. I opened it slow, cautious. You don’t last long in this city by being too friendly.
There he was—shell-shocked, literally. A snail. No note, no explanation. Just sitting there like he owned the place.
Without a word, I chucked him. Long and hard. Right into the darkness.
Three years passed. Cases came and went. But that night stayed with me.
Then, another knock.
I opened the door. Same snail. Scuffed up, eyes narrowed, carrying the weight of a thousand silent miles.
He looked at me and said, “What the hell was that all about?”
Yes please!
May your wars go smoothly
Mmm war nightshift friends
49,96
One is the loneliest number that you'll ever know.
testing
Best of luck for whatever you do next, but especially high school.
I have already graduated high school last century and got great marks, but now I am back to messing about online, so I would therefore be grateful for something.
Once upon a midnight dreary,
I clicked and scrolled, a little weary.
Grinding—grinding evermore—
Hoping for a stat to soar.
“Strength,” I whispered, “come to me,
Rise, O game, and set me free.”
But all I heard, beyond the floor,
Was a voice that whispered, “Battle score.”
Ah, I know not what it seeks,
Each click and fail, my spirit speaks.
For nevermore could I outlast
The endless grind, the numbers passed.
Still I trained, and still I clicked—
Hoping, grinding, feeling sick,
“Maybe next,” I thought once more,
The call of battle score.
My stats are low—weak and slow—
And still the nights they ebb and flow.
The leaderboard’s a distant shore,
A dream that haunts me evermore.
The battles rage, the wars are fought,
But none of it’s the prize I sought.
Yet still I grind, forevermore—
The voice still whispers, “Battle score.”
And as I wait, the minutes creep,
The cursor flashing, haunting deep.
The grind, it calls—a silent chore,
It mocks me from behind the door.
And from the shadows, soft and pure,
I hear the echo, loud, obscure,
The whispers of a distant lore—
The promise of battle score.