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And yes, by the way, i DO have a Sindome tattoo. And no, you cannot see it. It’s for the ladies’ eyes only- and even then they have to demonstrate that they’re within 5 fighting skill UE of my own (preferably lower) beforehand. Nothin personnel chumbalumba 😎
>every day log onto Sindome
>verynormalhumaninteraction.jpg
>except Nyron is greentexting on admin chat
>REEEEE, ironically call him homophobic term
>get vanned by the PC police
>ouch, get fired from staff
>now end up living on the street
>nobody but Nyron understood me
>anyway, call him on top secret discord
>great, is this another player?
>interesting...
>very strange thing to say to your BROOOOOTHEEEEEER
>enter my secret life:
>you and your twin are clones of your father
>only difference is about 5% from surrogate mother
>until you realize you have all the recessive jeans
>until you realize he has all the dominant jeans
>preposterous, this won't do
>not going to let it be
>enlist the help of the support GMs for plot to kill BROOOOTHEEEEER
>very organized plan
>expect resistance from senior staff
>ready to execute
>give out final signal
>one in two jeans in Sindome get recycled
>noregrets.jpg
>now what do you have to say, still don't remember me, BROOOOTHEEER?
>after all this he still doesn't remember
>leaves only one possible conclusion
>even my brother couldn't fight off the senior staff
>try to think, did they kill him?
>you're a doppelganger, aren't you?
>only one way to find out!
>unleash the Notulinum!
>dishes out death like Botulinum, except with an N
>one minute and he dies
>wonder how I'm ever going to find my real brother
>need to make the people who did this pay
a GM's life is very hard
like if u cry every tim
and read the first letter of every line
You hear an annoying BUZZZZZZ from somewhere nearby.
The door leading out swings open.
Chalmers comes in from the out.
Seymour swings the out door shut.
Chalmers [to Seymour] Well, Seymour, I made it, despite your directions.
Seymour [to Chalmers] Ah. Superintendent Chalmers. Welcome.
Seymour says, "I hope you're prepared for an unforgettable luncheon."
Chalmers says, "Yeah."
Chalmers drops a bottle of Starsight Shiraz.
Seymour goes east.
Seymour says, "Oh, egads! My roast is ruined."
Seymour thinks . o O (But what if I were to purchase fast food and disguise it as my own cooking? Delightfully devilish, Seymour.)
On the TV you see: [A cheesy chorus sings over a montage of ridiculous scenes from Skinner's life.] Skinner with his crazy explanations The superintendent's gonna need his medication When he hears Skinner's lame exaggerations There'll be trouble in town tonight!
From nearby you hear, "SEYMOUR!"
Seymour arrives from the window.
Chalmers arrives from the west.
Seymour says, "Superintendent, I was just- uh, just stretching my calves on the windowsill. Isometric exercise."
Seymour asks, "Care to join me?"
Chalmers asks, "Why is there smoke coming out of your oven, Seymour?"
Seymour eyes his surroundings warily.
Seymour says, "Uh- Oh. That isn't smoke."
Seymour says, "It's steam. Steam from the steamed clams we're having."
Seymour rubs his stomach. "Mmm. Steamed clams."
Chalmers eyes Seymour warily.
Chalmers goes west.
Seymour sighs softly.
Seymour arrives from the east.
Seymour says, "Superintendent, I hope you're ready for mouthwatering hamburgers."
Seymour drops a hamburger.
Seymour drops a hamburger.
Seymour drops a hamburger.
Seymour drops a hamburger.
Seymour drops a french fries.
Seymour drops a french fries.
Chalmers says, "I thought we were having steamed clams."
Seymour laughs loudly.
Seymour says, "Oh, no. I said steamed -hams.-"
Seymour says, "That's what I call hamburgers."
Chalmers [to Seymour] You call hamburgers steamed hams?
Seymour says, "Yes. It's a...regional dialect."
Chalmers asks, "Ahuh. What region?"
Seymour says, "Uh, upstate New York."
Chalmers says, "Really. Well, I'm from Utica, and I've never heard anyone use the phrase 'steamed hams.'"
Seymour says, "Oh, not in Utica. No. It's an Albany expression."
Chalmers says, "I see."
Chalmers gets a hamburger.
Chalmers opens his mouth and takes a large bite of his hamburger.
Chalmers says, "You know, these hamburgers are quite similar to the ones they have at Krusty Burger."
Seymour says, "Oh, no. Patented Skinner burgers. Old family recipe."
Chalmers [to Seymour] For steamed hams.
Seymour says, "Yes."
Chalmers says, "And you call them steamed hams despite the fact that they are obviously grilled."
Seymour eyes his surroundings warily.
Seymour says, "Ye- You know, the- One thing I should- - Excuse me for one second."
Chalmers [to Seymour] Of course.
Seymour goes east.
Seymour arrives from the east.
Seymour says, "Well, that was wonderful. A good time was had by all. I'm pooped."
Chalmers glances down at his gold Rolex.
Chalmers asks, "Yes. I should be- Good Lord! What is happening in there?"
Seymour says, "Aurora Borealis."
Chalmers stares blankly at Seymour.
Chalmers [to Seymour] Aurora Borealis
Chalmers [to Seymour] at this time of year
Chalmers [to Seymour] at this time of day
Chalmers [to Seymour] in this part of the country
Chalmers [to Seymour] localized entirely within your kitchen?
Seymour nods his head vigorously and says, "Yes."
Chalmers asks, May I see it?
Seymour shakes his head and says, "No."
From nearby you hear, "SEYMOUR. THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE."
Seymour shouts, "NO, MOTHER. IT'S JUST THE NORTHERN LIGHTS."
Chalmers stands from his seat at the table.
Chalmers says, "Well, Seymour, you are an odd fellow but I must say you steam a good ham."
Seymour pushes a button on the door leading out.
The door leading out swings open.
Chalmers goes out.
From nearby you hear, "HELP! HELP"
ps i hate myself for doing this
https://youtu.be/7_Asfd-Se-c?t=6
^Is either going to work or not but hey ho.
When you first join Sindome and think you can take on a Ganger but he ends up smashing you into the ground with his dick.
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