RubiniGab ... Now defunct

[AZZERAE]

I'm not going with you ... you can't take my clone ... you want a regular clone?

Antidepressant: (n.) any of various energetic techniques for warding off parasitic friends, colleagues, and family members.

[WORTHAUGERa]

Yesterday was a million years ago, in all my past lives I've played an asshole.

We'll never say goodbye.

Yes, but, this time you played a Hungarian asshole, and as is evident by now — there are consequences. How does A know Red? How does GF know J? Have any of you figured out the difference between a line marriage, a group marriage, and a conga line of federally employed defense contractors signing up—reluctantly—to use the one sorcerer's crucible still left in existence on their plan of reality? Well here's a hint: the last one is fucking badass to actually see, but I only got the particle for the ix’tures.

By the way, let me remind you, I told you that I came here to rescue you, not to bust you, and if I get my patience tried even a little bit more by any of your (blank) shenanigans I'm going to try see if I can pull them both off with just one boob, not just one dick.

You actually needed rescuing, n'est-ce pas? Well, I found a way to do that, that didn't involve (blank), folded up nicely so that it was all sharp corners, put it all tucked up inside a nicely wrapped gift box and then gave it to your (blank), (blank). Yeah, you know the one.

And, why, yes, yes excellent! I would love to never have “sex” ever again! I'll have what she's having instead! Because, believe me, what you've been having, that's not sex.


Why don't you ask her if she'll let you see it sometime? I am on your side, I am on your team, I am pretty funny, and I will allow it. I don't see why I wouldn't, I allowed that face tonight ;)

[WORTHAUGERa]

I know they want me dead!

Heh heh. They're... reconsidering. What do you think they want me? pre-op and back off, fly away on my broke-down-busted-ass-broomstick as fast as I fucking can't, that's what they want. Well, too bad, because I want... (CLASSIFIED TOP SECRET HIGHEST PRIORITY). I'd like that now, please. Delivered. (I'm not doing 4 months wait/weight).

Boy, good thing I didn't ask for a white one, sheeeeit.

[WORTHAUGERa]

The dogs slaughter each other softly. Love burns its casualties. We are damaged, Provider Modules. Spill the seeds at our children's feet.

Some guy from US Army corps of engineers says he's got an upgrade here for you if you want it says made of evil feather says you stole them says they were stolen back so they were processed and then turned some kind of nanotech opponent and then I looked at that and I said yeah I'll tell her all about it don't worry thanks then I threw the trash because you don't need that fucking shit what the fuck are you doing?

I'm so empty here without you

Well have you considered that if I were there I would not bring you heroin? How about this why don't you email me your script/Rx? I don't mean to be rude or be in violation of any sort of law of any kind, but if you're empty and I were there... you would still be empty? Well, remember I don't do these rhetorical questions anymore, when The Singularity closes, again, Christ, I got one job on this planet now (the one that I'm on) and I'm going to do it; carry the temple/tentpole adequately/precisely either with/without being at all obvious... but that's exactly what I'm doing with it. TO GET GER Fucking. (PROT) mother while drinking (PROT) sister's milkshake and pissing on (PROT) father's grave... in_real_time.

Must remember to juggle. It might not help anything work out any better, but it should help keep the babies from getting scared.




(You can text me an address now, Meaty Matey Master Anderson Percy-Pixel-Perfy, or is it actually fucking purdy. Unless one of you has fucking actual Ebola, in which case stay off the police comms until I get there and cure it.

I'll cure it with my love. We don't want to set the bombs off; we just want to take our clothes off. It's a jungle out there. HALF of The Savage Lands are on this rock, and the other half want off the plane.

Meanwhile I won't be in a dive bar in the west downtown... Unless I just build one in my driveway, and obviously if either one of us wanted to do that then we would have already but I happen to know a lot of alcoholics and that just seems like that would be rude to do right in front of them. So building it on the internet instead —totescrowd

[WORTHAUGERa]

Don't you have somebody's deceased sibling to mouthrape, necrophiliac?

I don't think you killed your sister yet this time around, and frankly, I would prefer not to.

[WORTHAUGERa]

says made of evil feather

Translation Circuit Feather: Eagle I Heather

Well have you considered that if I were there I would not bring you heroin? How about this why don't you email me your script/Rx?

Hold off on that last one until I'm on the right side. *glances down at hand* oh, I see here that it says ”we're good,” and, as soon as I get Ding-A-Ling out of that ditch, we're fine. I can fucking totestake a totestaged toteshower any totesgoddam totestime that fuckin’ want. Yes, I am perfectly sober to drive.

But only if it has four wheels and flies.

[Jackstar]

If you really did choke that lasagna, and broke its neck, why did Judge Fudge allow you to post bail?

Oh, I believe I know, and I believe that is... well, frankly, NUNYA. (Someone please remember to ask me this one later, the answer I know is interesting and I bet the backstory is a phenom.) I was never interested in blowing people's private details wide open across spacetime... so when I found myself doing so, it was easy to discern that someone had weaponized my existence and hoped that I would blunder about, blowing things up. Like those dolphins! With the bombs attached!

What a great idea. What could have gone wrong? *BOOM* *splooosh* I mean, besides -that-.

Don't talk about stuff you know nothing about. I must caution you.

I know nothing about the 31 parallel narratives that I posses of that night, no, not at all. It's not like I count them every night like they're fucking shepherds counting/raping sheep or anything, no, not at all. Massive fucking rolleyes. Hey, where was this concern for stuff I know nothing about when it was just my ass you thought was on the line? Huh? Huh? Oh, right, self-absorbed narcissist with paranoid ante-Deluge-anal tendencies. Right. I know you. You are my friend.

Still, Friend... settle down. Yikes.

[Jackstar]

Of course you and Starr are done. what did you expect from an aging, retirement center living, bed-ridden alky? You'll never know if it's her or the vodka talking, but you will catch crap either way. Her needs are so high that no one will ever meet them, certainly not you. Same thing holds for Tootsie who has deep-seated abandonment issues which she will project on others the minute they fail to reply to her promptly. You've been on the shit end of that game so many times it boggles the mind you keep playing along. And you know, who's more needy, you or those two high maintanance fishwifes? And its irony plus to see you a swinging on the end of their heavy sttention needs see saw. Good luck with that! No new subjects for your podcast? I bet that's how you think things are. Drama + drama - bellgab = a circular firing squad and you can expect the agency shills will drop subscriptions soon enough too. I mean what is it you think you produce that is worth paying for anyway? Hearing some thirty yer old snowflake meltdown in tears, podcast after podcast, over the latest perceived slight, real or imagined, is fucking boring! Maybe you can fire the Decon anger puppet up again. Or maybe you can hope Heather comes back and the Rubini troll blasts in to lay waste to the paranormal talker-verse. These might be in play soon. Or you could grab a vine on the Groyper cat lady streams and drop your hopelessly needy, drama-craving self in the middle of some real female angst and hot cat fights. Not being harsh, but that's about all you got left out here. Your forum has almost no one who makes topical content worth reading, let alone subscribing too, and hoping laser, wotr and pate will carry the ball for you while you work yourself into these seemingly endless drama tantrums and then play hide and seek with your own forum members ain't going to cut it. You will soon find yourself talking to an empty screen. You have what, maybe 8 active users? As exercises in ego goes you laid a big fat drama egg and expected the audience to worship it and marvel over it. Clue time - they can get that for free all over youtube. You offer nothing unique except where you live. Crave more peeps? You need to google mary marlowe and her ayahuasca therapy - now that broad makes errinf look like a choirgirl. Or how about pink lady luck? Want to get her motor running? Revive the gripe the deceased being there had after sending her money and then not getting it back when she pitched a tantrum. Groyper just sent that old twat into orbit and it took almost no effort on his part. Hawt stuff! Or you could ask walks to turn his hacker tools on roz or shreddie and do an agency grade doxxing. You have so few users you haven't alienated yet, but like burning the furniture to keep warm it's a fire sale forum when you go there, and you will soon have no other material left. Even better what about your old flame merton, what happened to that paramour forum fling? Meantime you've got a pushy swish fag making passes at straight dudes, which is super unappealing to most normal users, but as long as he greases your palms you can't tell him to quit acting like a fag stalker, which he has become. How gross, making passes at men he'll never have a shot at. Shit like that makes your venue a creepy, icky, unsafe opace, which is ironic as hell given what total snowflake you are and how quickly you fall apart under minor user criticism. Things fall apart, don't they? Namaste then drama addict, even crackstar and meow's rapey trafficking fantasies weren't enough to keep your ship afloat.

Face it gayboi, Rubini, his forum content, style, stats and his (stoic viewership on the rise) strategy is your (Achilles heel) dream.

You are left with your mom and her father.

Who?

Yes. Ants have souls and daughters and 4 night mares that never won.

You are a brood mare, no oracle, twinkle toes.

By the way, put some perfume around that aroused snatch that's leaking.

Goodbye, bunny.

Une seule lanterne brille faiblement,
à travers un manteau de brume glacée
quand le monsieur s'arrête brusquement.

Un doux grognement guttural monte crescendo,
déchirant l'air qui l'entoure
le surprenant, il tourne une fausse bravade.

Les poils du cou se dressent dans des statues glacées,
son coeur se fige dans sa gorge
et la peur se reflète dans son ciel bleu.

Le malaise lui noue l'estomac,
trop tard, il voit les yeux brillants,
foudroyé, son cri est figé.

Se précipitant vers l'arrière,
échappant à sa pensée fugace,
des dents si pointues bizarrement…

I love it. Marry (PROT). No rush.


I possess The Key to unlock all this speculative knowledge. Naturally, no one has come to ask. And I really don't know if anyone will... or even can.

So, if that doesn't constitute a successful test of the totescloak device, I dunno what would. Yeah, I'm fine. *polite_cheer* Knees are starting to give out from all the victory laps. I don't wanna switch to the backup knees, I'm saving those in case I have to make another run to/from the/an altar. (Fog Of War makes everything pretty dicey.)

Yeah, I'm gonna buy some goddam weed. What's the problem? Oh, I bet you jelly. *roll_the_bones* Go fish.

[Jackstar]

At this point, I wish I had ever worked for you, so I could just fucking quit. By the way, D*, you suck at improv, and your Fool’s fuel’s formula isn't helping.

Now, I know that's just my opinion, but it's possible I might know what I'm talking about here.

I'll check with a legal professional and contact you the morning after I ever fuckin’ feel like fuckin’ doing fuckin’ anything, fucking ever again. Okay, I'm back. Is it morning where you are in Dubai, and is the sky blue there yet? Asking for a horseshoe that's close enough to doubling as brains for your mirror/mare.

[AZZERAE]

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[WORTHAUGERa]

Of course I'm not angry, or mad, or even mildly perturbed. I literally just don't even fucking care.

Now, where am I, it totesucks here (nice after-party tho), I'm not fucking staying ALL_ONE, and where do I find the chickenshit ho-ho-hero who thought I needed The Light? Baby, The Light needs ME. Fuck those carrots, I could see them in the dark too. Dumb barn. Stupid door. Nope, I'm not a horse.

I MIGHT NOT BE A SOURCE ERROR RIGHT NOW, I'M NOT SURE, BUT, I AM A MAN. NOT JUST ANY MAN — A HUNGARIAN MAN WHO'S BEEN VAPING HUCKLEBERGER'S FAMED FAMILY FARMED HUCKLEBERRIES FOR LITERALLY G-D’S DAMNED MONTHS.

I DO NOT NEED THE GRILL. I DO NOT EVEN NEED THE GIRL. NOR THE WOMAN.

THEY NEED ME. NO DEALS. (Well I guess you can have a pony if you get to pay for it. Yeah I like animals duh. oy Christ you again shut up bye

[WORTHAUGERa]

At this point, I wish I had ever worked for you, so I could just fucking quit.

I take back this wish because I'm glad I haven't because now there won't be a conflict of interest during the hostile takeover and corporate restructuring that will result in your immolation and Ascension to the higher Corridors of Power.


p.s.: bro I'm not going to lie, you make some complicated wishes. kudos

p.p.s.: you don't need my approval, pfft. I'm not going to say it, suffer the consequences



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[WORTHAUGERa]

Her needs are so high that no one will ever meet them

One more thing, I got to ask: who actually wrote this shit? Listen, I don't have to ask you if you were fucking high, coz like, clearly you were balls out loud proud, but I want you to know something real clear: the MIND ON THE MATTER actually works a WHOLE lot better if a person is already SMART IN THE FIRST PLACE. You really should have taken a break at some point by now, lol

S55
(Stay out of M/N/y State. That's a suggestion.)

[Jackstar]

One more thing, I got to ask: who actually wrote this shit?

Something impressive: I completely agree with him about everything except him saying that I'm one of them. That's kind of a stroke of genius david, I mean I see what you're doing there that's 100% accurate you're just claiming that I act that way and you're condemning someone named me who acts that way, when actually no no actually I don't do those things that you're condemning but I do see the issue your way isn't that amazing how you're like swapping me on the bus and then take my clothes at the same time it's almost like you've been trained or some shit.

By the way you sound really tired and cranky without your meth. I bet that's a fucking drag and a half, huh?

PS yeah it really is obvious that you're not on it. I've heard you when you're on it, believe it, I could tell. And you know me and I'll judge but it sure does seem strange you got to use an artificial Advantage all the fucking time.

Also you're the leader of the anonymous people who are attacking. Sometimes, sometimes, every alternate Thursday is your day in the bowl, trust me you want the day after Wednesday you don't want Wednesday that little fuck was the worst husband


I can't get over how moderate and sedate and with just a tinge of complete and total spiritual and happiness you sound in this clip when you're clearly not on meth. Imagine that. Do you think anybody will ever be scared of you again? And if no don't you think that'll help you get laid once in a while?

I don't care what anybody says Jackstar's lies and he spins, it's gross

Yeah; but at least it's not a (You) gross.


Walls closing in. Urge to kill negligible. Did you really plan on getting me stuck with fucking 12 women because that's how many are fucking knocking on the door to tell me about the asshole you are. And, yeah, I don't need 12, Jesus Lord Christ do I even need one? Well you're not getting any right now, just start cleaning up your fucking attitude.

Oh, I understand you don't know how to do it, but tell you what: why don't you just stay away from girls &/on meth for a while and see if you can work on your self-esteem in some other way, maybe something will turn up in your Google feed. Hey, have you met ted? He's really into macrame.

[Laser]

Sing me another sadly laughable excuse for waving a white towel.