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wherefore am i dead?
If you've been killed by a member of burning chiton, chances are that you were either living, breathing, or existing. A simple solution to all of this problemateering is to stay dead. Perhaps, however, you enjoy those special feelings of being alive. It really is quite easy: enjoy and embrace your temporary annihilation. If you have become enough of a mad fellow over the days and years, you could also consider joining your killers and recognizing their bedlam path is the only true path.
diplomacy is such a lonely word
We wee ones here at chiton have no interest in your group's cool new banner. It's tasteless. Tasteful of tastelessness. Full of the taste of tasting tasteless. That is what we think now. We may think differently, and plainly find it scentless later. Who can know? What's important is that unless you intend on building stories-high conflagrations of bodies, burying yourself in the smell of burning fat, or chopping apart limb from limb to invent a better mouse trap, we don't care for you. But that's not to say that we're not open-minded. To killing. And convergences of absurdity - that lead to killing.
je ne parle francais!
Neither do I! However, burning chiton is all about the freedom of expression. Well, actually - we're about the rampant murder of you peasant-minded john-a-dreams. However, if you've been killed and demand satisfaction, then we would like to hear out your complaint. Or if we've been rude, of course. Complain where? Contact us through the talk page on the home page of this wiki. If that doesn't work, then we'll be in Malton somewhere. I know I'm wearing a raincoat right now. Are you?
can i smoke?
Yes.
policy? policies?
Yes. No. What? Right. The simple answer is: no. Beyond the very basic code of honor among all Urban Dead players, we do not care for Uniform Barricading. We don't care about Centers of Learning. We especially don't care about random revives - that's a lie: we'd care if we knew for a fact that the person would go off and massacre, and so on. What do we care about? Letting you all know the simple truth: there is method in madness and madness in method and in all things there is chaos as an order.
something, something, things beyond your philosophy or something, horatio
And also with you.
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