Hmmm. Nothing original? Well then let me fill the void...But don't expect anything original
BACK TO PICS, BACK TO PICS!!!!
Kamp Apokiliptika - Doom 2006
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Kinetic IV
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With all due respect Kernul, that last image has a Wrongness Factor of 9.4
And as for Underwire it sure smells like socks in here right after "she" made an appearance.
And as for Underwire it sure smells like socks in here right after "she" made an appearance.
K-IV
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Thank you for over 7 years of eplaya memories. I have asked Emily Sparkle to delete my account and I am gone. Goodbye and Goodluck to all of you! I will miss you!
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Kinetic IV
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Killbuck
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My appologies K4.. I forgot you are a Roman Pagan, and this image, surely is offensive to Apollo. But a sock might cover the offensive bits.
Yes, this thread is now quite infested with SPs, and as far as I am concerned, the more the better... what the hell!!! Adds to the art of it all, eh? It's what I'm all about.
I think I'll stick to pics for awhile... gads, I'm tired.. I have camp to command you know.
(Noww.... Don't bother me now, I'm "busy". Back to those... ah... lovely PMs... Dahlink.... your turn....)
Yes, this thread is now quite infested with SPs, and as far as I am concerned, the more the better... what the hell!!! Adds to the art of it all, eh? It's what I'm all about.
I think I'll stick to pics for awhile... gads, I'm tired.. I have camp to command you know.
(Noww.... Don't bother me now, I'm "busy". Back to those... ah... lovely PMs... Dahlink.... your turn....)
Visit SIDESHOW at our kewl website http://sideshow2017.weebly.com
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Kinetic IV
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If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.
And with that my gloves are off...let the fun begin!
And Kernul, I wasn't offended, it's just that...well...it looks wrong. That is twisted...the stuff of Ambien fueled nightmares. The male anatomy should be celebrated...not mangled to look like that.
Next thing you know there will be "herring" sex toys or something....
And with that my gloves are off...let the fun begin!
And Kernul, I wasn't offended, it's just that...well...it looks wrong. That is twisted...the stuff of Ambien fueled nightmares. The male anatomy should be celebrated...not mangled to look like that.
Next thing you know there will be "herring" sex toys or something....
K-IV
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Thank you for over 7 years of eplaya memories. I have asked Emily Sparkle to delete my account and I am gone. Goodbye and Goodluck to all of you! I will miss you!
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Thank you for over 7 years of eplaya memories. I have asked Emily Sparkle to delete my account and I am gone. Goodbye and Goodluck to all of you! I will miss you!
Psych ops success
Eplaya Bar Camp 2006 "What will it be"
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Major Rooseve|t wrote:I'm a sock puppet...I'm a sock puppet...I'm a sock puppet...I'm a sock puppet...I'm a sock puppet...I'm a sock puppet...I'm a sock puppet...I'm a sock puppet...I'm a sock puppet...I'm a sock puppet...I'm a sock puppet...I'm a sock puppet...
For such kreative folks, the Norwegians aren't very smart.
I guess we've seen the last of them posting pics under their own logons.
...it's the KASTAPO...like the Gestapo...only eviler...with more naked body parts...
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I've had some influenza with fever the past days slowing me down.
But now I start feeling better!!!!!!!!!!!!
A big thanks to Under Wire for some really hot graphics!!!!!!!!
Great work!!
LiveWire is now back from Germany I talked with him today!
Tomorrow Tap Wire and LiveWire are coming over to my house making your weekend unsafe.
But now I start feeling better!!!!!!!!!!!!
A big thanks to Under Wire for some really hot graphics!!!!!!!!
Great work!!
LiveWire is now back from Germany I talked with him today!
Tomorrow Tap Wire and LiveWire are coming over to my house making your weekend unsafe.
All cats love fish but fear to wet their paws.
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Kinetic IV
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The Uncanny Alliance has reformed and will be commencing operations shortly.
While we are not affiliated with any camp, we find that Kamp Apokiliptika's artistic inspirations are more in line with our own.
But we won't take sides...it's more fun being a neutral, equal opportunity free fire zone. More details will be coming soon and new members will be announced.
While we are not affiliated with any camp, we find that Kamp Apokiliptika's artistic inspirations are more in line with our own.
But we won't take sides...it's more fun being a neutral, equal opportunity free fire zone. More details will be coming soon and new members will be announced.
K-IV
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Thank you for over 7 years of eplaya memories. I have asked Emily Sparkle to delete my account and I am gone. Goodbye and Goodluck to all of you! I will miss you!
Radio Warfare!
[Ooooh, Radio Warfare! That’s my cue (since I mentioned radio theater earlier).]
Announcer: And now... (fanfare) ...brought to you by Clearlake Mechaniacal Laboratorium -- makers of Weapons Grade Whimsy (jingle singers: A Little Dab’ll Doom ‘ya.) Welcome to this weeks episode of Secret Double Agent, starring Our Hero.
In our last episode, Our Hero snuck into Kamp Apokiliptika by timing the sweeps of the search lights with his watch, then dashing across the killing zone in a rare-but-scientifically-predictable moment of darkness. In spite of his cleverness, however, Our Hero soon found himself imprisoned in Bay Bridge Sue’s little Chamber of Horrors -- automatically manacled into a chair designed by the evil twin of Rube Goldberg. We now pick up the story as Our Hero realizes his predicament.
Our Hero: Greetings and salutations, My Lady.
B.B. Sue: Blah, blah, doomed, blah...
Our Hero: I say, Old Girl, before you torture me with... that... (The listener is left to imagine what that is, in accordance with his own tolerance for... that... sort of thing.) ...there is one thing I must know. How did you discover that I was not a real Apokiliptikan?
B.B. Sue: Simple, Dahlink, you avoided the search lights with the help of a watch. None of us can tell time. (Ba-da-bing!)
Our Hero: Oh foil. Fudged again.
B.B. Sue: Did you say fudge?
Our Hero: Matter of fact, I have some here in my rucksack. Care for some?
B.B. Sue: Oh Dahlink, that would be lovely. (Eagerly unlocks the manacles on the chair.)
Our Hero takes out the lunch box, which is decorated with the comic strip characters Knoll og Tott, and holds it ceremoniously forward. As Sue approaches, the lid flies open and a giant jack-in-the-box style herring leaps out and slaps a fudge-herring-custard-cream-pie in Sue’s face -- far outdoing Sue’s chair-with-automatic-wrist-straps.
As Sue enjoys the treat, Our Hero quickly assembles a vehicle from assorted debris in the camp, McGyver style, and makes his escape with the KA Mounted Patrol and B.B. Sue in futile pursuit.
Jingle singers: Whimsy, Whimsy, Weapons Grade Whimsy!...
Announcer: Tune in next time for another exiting episode of Secret Double Agent when Our Hero sneaks aboard the Herring Fleet by posing as a survivor from the Kursk.
Announcer: And now... (fanfare) ...brought to you by Clearlake Mechaniacal Laboratorium -- makers of Weapons Grade Whimsy (jingle singers: A Little Dab’ll Doom ‘ya.) Welcome to this weeks episode of Secret Double Agent, starring Our Hero.
In our last episode, Our Hero snuck into Kamp Apokiliptika by timing the sweeps of the search lights with his watch, then dashing across the killing zone in a rare-but-scientifically-predictable moment of darkness. In spite of his cleverness, however, Our Hero soon found himself imprisoned in Bay Bridge Sue’s little Chamber of Horrors -- automatically manacled into a chair designed by the evil twin of Rube Goldberg. We now pick up the story as Our Hero realizes his predicament.
Our Hero: Greetings and salutations, My Lady.
B.B. Sue: Blah, blah, doomed, blah...
Our Hero: I say, Old Girl, before you torture me with... that... (The listener is left to imagine what that is, in accordance with his own tolerance for... that... sort of thing.) ...there is one thing I must know. How did you discover that I was not a real Apokiliptikan?
B.B. Sue: Simple, Dahlink, you avoided the search lights with the help of a watch. None of us can tell time. (Ba-da-bing!)
Our Hero: Oh foil. Fudged again.
B.B. Sue: Did you say fudge?
Our Hero: Matter of fact, I have some here in my rucksack. Care for some?
B.B. Sue: Oh Dahlink, that would be lovely. (Eagerly unlocks the manacles on the chair.)
Our Hero takes out the lunch box, which is decorated with the comic strip characters Knoll og Tott, and holds it ceremoniously forward. As Sue approaches, the lid flies open and a giant jack-in-the-box style herring leaps out and slaps a fudge-herring-custard-cream-pie in Sue’s face -- far outdoing Sue’s chair-with-automatic-wrist-straps.
As Sue enjoys the treat, Our Hero quickly assembles a vehicle from assorted debris in the camp, McGyver style, and makes his escape with the KA Mounted Patrol and B.B. Sue in futile pursuit.
Jingle singers: Whimsy, Whimsy, Weapons Grade Whimsy!...
Announcer: Tune in next time for another exiting episode of Secret Double Agent when Our Hero sneaks aboard the Herring Fleet by posing as a survivor from the Kursk.
The future
The future: That was tooooooo Funnnny! ouch
Eplaya Bar Camp 2006 "What will it be"
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Re: Radio Warfare!
That there's some good theater. Keep 'em coming, Elliot.Elliot wrote:[Ooooh, Radio Warfare! That’s my cue (since I mentioned radio theater earlier).]
Announcer: And now... (fanfare) ...brought to you by Clearlake Mechaniacal Laboratorium -- makers of Weapons Grade Whimsy (jingle singers: A Little Dab’ll Doom ‘ya.) Welcome to this weeks episode of Secret Double Agent, starring Our Hero.
In our last episode, Our Hero snuck into Kamp Apokiliptika by timing the sweeps of the search lights with his watch, then dashing across the killing zone in a rare-but-scientifically-predictable moment of darkness. In spite of his cleverness, however, Our Hero soon found himself imprisoned in Bay Bridge Sue’s little Chamber of Horrors -- automatically manacled into a chair designed by the evil twin of Rube Goldberg. We now pick up the story as Our Hero realizes his predicament.
Our Hero: Greetings and salutations, My Lady.
B.B. Sue: Blah, blah, doomed, blah...
Our Hero: I say, Old Girl, before you torture me with... that... (The listener is left to imagine what that is, in accordance with his own tolerance for... that... sort of thing.) ...there is one thing I must know. How did you discover that I was not a real Apokiliptikan?
B.B. Sue: Simple, Dahlink, you avoided the search lights with the help of a watch. None of us can tell time. (Ba-da-bing!)
Our Hero: Oh foil. Fudged again.
B.B. Sue: Did you say fudge?
Our Hero: Matter of fact, I have some here in my rucksack. Care for some?
B.B. Sue: Oh Dahlink, that would be lovely. (Eagerly unlocks the manacles on the chair.)
Our Hero takes out the lunch box, which is decorated with the comic strip characters Knoll og Tott, and holds it ceremoniously forward. As Sue approaches, the lid flies open and a giant jack-in-the-box style herring leaps out and slaps a fudge-herring-custard-cream-pie in Sue’s face -- far outdoing Sue’s chair-with-automatic-wrist-straps.
As Sue enjoys the treat, Our Hero quickly assembles a vehicle from assorted debris in the camp, McGyver style, and makes his escape with the KA Mounted Patrol and B.B. Sue in futile pursuit.
Jingle singers: Whimsy, Whimsy, Weapons Grade Whimsy!...
Announcer: Tune in next time for another exiting episode of Secret Double Agent when Our Hero sneaks aboard the Herring Fleet by posing as a survivor from the Kursk.
Art cred: Georgie Boy 2011: www.mutantvehicle.com/georgie_boy.htm ; Ein Hammer 2010; Fluffer 2009; Zsu Zsu 2008; U-Me 2007; Mantis 2006; MiniMan and Pikes Of Paranoia 2005; Time Machine Mutant Vehicle 2004. www.MutantVehicle.com
LiveWire-<<<YAWN>>>....welcome back. I was happy to provide you your login again and promise (per orders from our Kernul) not to attempt to hijack it again.LiveWire wrote:Tonight some of the genuine wires will start to plan the new media war:
However, he said nothing to us about our work around your networks, websites, fortresses, etc. Those remain breached.
May I suggest you find a more "original" graphic to post than this one? I posted it several days ago myself:
http://eplaya.burningman.org/viewtopic. ... 604#207604
May I be so "bold" as to suggest you post something new, not something that has already been on this thread the better part of a week?
Nothing will be as easy for you Herring Huggers as the Americans have allowed so far. The Danes are pissed and are in your organization even as I write this.
Radio -- Theater of the Mind
[Thank you. Thank you very mush.]
Announcer: And now... Welcome back to Theatre of the Doomed Mind, and the next episode of Secret Double Agent, where Our Hero can turn his coat as quickly as a speeding... uh... atomic herring trawler.
Jingle singers:
An ounce of Whimsy a day,
Keeps the herring away!...
(Roar of appreciative crowd. Celebratory gunfire.)
Announcer: Having escaped so narrowly from the clutches of Doom (crowd boos), Our Hero decides on a safer career and enlists as a crewman on the USSRDB Kursk. [USSR Doomed Boat, of course.] His plan is to photograph the secret Rooskie torpedo-detonation device where the torpedoes are safely stored in the hold. [Har, har, author snickers to himself.] When the Kursk suffers a minor malfunction (sound fx: distant boom, prolonged gurgling noise, oceanographic Geiger counters world wide go dit-dit-dit-dit....) Our Hero shimmies into a torpedo tube and launches himself on coordinates for... never mind... just get-atta-heh-ah! (Big FOOOSH) (Then loud BONK)
Our Hero: Ouch.
Trawler Captain: Hei, vi har en stor en -- hal in! {Hey, we have a big one -- pull the net!}
Our Hero: Greetings and salutations!
Trawler Crewman (to his captain): But an ugly one -- let’s throw it back!
Our Hero: I have pictures of girls.
Moments later, Our Hero is comfortably seated, warm, dry and well fed in Captain Fritjof Wire’s cabin aboard the HMS Sildejegern. After a bit of conversation, where Our Hero relates how he became adrift in his A-jolle {tiny sail boat -- really tiny} and then collided with the trawler, Our Hero’s opportunity arrives:
Captain Fritjof: So... what do you want for the girlie-pictures?
Our Hero: Gosh... I don’t know -- I realize they aren’t worth much; just regular California beach girls. (Long tense pause.) I tell you what. I am a life-long boating enthusiast, but I have never had the chance to visit a herring trawler ship yard. Do you think you could get me a tour of all the shipyards where these boats are built? Just for leisurely fun, of course?
Captain Fritjof: Deal.
At this point in the program, the Announcer steps into the frame, Rod Serling style, and narrates: At this point in the program, Our Hero is certain his future is made. The Kernul will surely treat him like royalty when he arrives in Black Rock City with detailed maps of all Herring Fleet ship yards!
Then the sildeolje lamp on the table runs out of oil. And the cabin would go dark, except that... Our Hero, having single-handedly, yet unknowingly, sunk the Kursk, glows in the dark!
Fritjof: It’s a trick! He’s a spy! After him!
Our Hero: Oh foil, fudged again. (leaps from the cabin, stops briefly on the poop deck (that’s a real boat part!) and assembles an escape pod suitable for rapid amphibious flight, James Bond style -- then sets off across the North Sea towards yet another adventure. Yeee-hah!
Jingle singers:
Whimsy, whimsy,
An ounce a day,
Keeps Herring away!...
Announcer (real important-like): ...sponsored by... Clearlake Mechaniacal Laboratorium. Weapons Grade Whimsy now by the ounce or by the truck load. Call BR-549.
Announcer: And now... Welcome back to Theatre of the Doomed Mind, and the next episode of Secret Double Agent, where Our Hero can turn his coat as quickly as a speeding... uh... atomic herring trawler.
Jingle singers:
An ounce of Whimsy a day,
Keeps the herring away!...
(Roar of appreciative crowd. Celebratory gunfire.)
Announcer: Having escaped so narrowly from the clutches of Doom (crowd boos), Our Hero decides on a safer career and enlists as a crewman on the USSRDB Kursk. [USSR Doomed Boat, of course.] His plan is to photograph the secret Rooskie torpedo-detonation device where the torpedoes are safely stored in the hold. [Har, har, author snickers to himself.] When the Kursk suffers a minor malfunction (sound fx: distant boom, prolonged gurgling noise, oceanographic Geiger counters world wide go dit-dit-dit-dit....) Our Hero shimmies into a torpedo tube and launches himself on coordinates for... never mind... just get-atta-heh-ah! (Big FOOOSH) (Then loud BONK)
Our Hero: Ouch.
Trawler Captain: Hei, vi har en stor en -- hal in! {Hey, we have a big one -- pull the net!}
Our Hero: Greetings and salutations!
Trawler Crewman (to his captain): But an ugly one -- let’s throw it back!
Our Hero: I have pictures of girls.
Moments later, Our Hero is comfortably seated, warm, dry and well fed in Captain Fritjof Wire’s cabin aboard the HMS Sildejegern. After a bit of conversation, where Our Hero relates how he became adrift in his A-jolle {tiny sail boat -- really tiny} and then collided with the trawler, Our Hero’s opportunity arrives:
Captain Fritjof: So... what do you want for the girlie-pictures?
Our Hero: Gosh... I don’t know -- I realize they aren’t worth much; just regular California beach girls. (Long tense pause.) I tell you what. I am a life-long boating enthusiast, but I have never had the chance to visit a herring trawler ship yard. Do you think you could get me a tour of all the shipyards where these boats are built? Just for leisurely fun, of course?
Captain Fritjof: Deal.
At this point in the program, the Announcer steps into the frame, Rod Serling style, and narrates: At this point in the program, Our Hero is certain his future is made. The Kernul will surely treat him like royalty when he arrives in Black Rock City with detailed maps of all Herring Fleet ship yards!
Then the sildeolje lamp on the table runs out of oil. And the cabin would go dark, except that... Our Hero, having single-handedly, yet unknowingly, sunk the Kursk, glows in the dark!
Fritjof: It’s a trick! He’s a spy! After him!
Our Hero: Oh foil, fudged again. (leaps from the cabin, stops briefly on the poop deck (that’s a real boat part!) and assembles an escape pod suitable for rapid amphibious flight, James Bond style -- then sets off across the North Sea towards yet another adventure. Yeee-hah!
Jingle singers:
Whimsy, whimsy,
An ounce a day,
Keeps Herring away!...
Announcer (real important-like): ...sponsored by... Clearlake Mechaniacal Laboratorium. Weapons Grade Whimsy now by the ounce or by the truck load. Call BR-549.
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Kinetic IV
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One person's "bad art" is another person's masterpiece.
Perhaps a disclaimer about protecting art on the playa might be in order? Nobody wants to be associated with anyone that might be perceived as advocating the destruction of playa art they find questionable....
(I love the poster and understand the intent....but I want to make sure the anti-sabotage efforts for on-playa art are not ignored.)
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Hmmm....maybe KA could spin off a division that could help protect on playa art? It's an idea....or maybe come up with propaganda style posters...maybe a few of them to help illustrate the point? Plus the posters could double as KA recruitment posters while still helping the event out....nah, it will never fly. Ignore my rants and crazy ideas.
Perhaps a disclaimer about protecting art on the playa might be in order? Nobody wants to be associated with anyone that might be perceived as advocating the destruction of playa art they find questionable....
(I love the poster and understand the intent....but I want to make sure the anti-sabotage efforts for on-playa art are not ignored.)
</soapbox>
Hmmm....maybe KA could spin off a division that could help protect on playa art? It's an idea....or maybe come up with propaganda style posters...maybe a few of them to help illustrate the point? Plus the posters could double as KA recruitment posters while still helping the event out....nah, it will never fly. Ignore my rants and crazy ideas.
K-IV
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Thank you for over 7 years of eplaya memories. I have asked Emily Sparkle to delete my account and I am gone. Goodbye and Goodluck to all of you! I will miss you!
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Thank you for over 7 years of eplaya memories. I have asked Emily Sparkle to delete my account and I am gone. Goodbye and Goodluck to all of you! I will miss you!
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IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT - DO NOT TOUCH DIAL...
We interrupt this show for an important announcement from:
The office of the Ministry of State
Supreme Dictatorship of APOKILIPTIKA and Occupied Territories
Travel & Passport Bureau - Visa and Permit Bureau - Office of Condemnation, Exile, and Banishment
1,214th FLOOR
ERWIN J. E. ROMMEL OFFICE SKYTOWER
BLACK ROCK CITY, NEVADA 89412-0666.
Komrade Komrades, Apokiliptik Citizen, Officially Eviscerated and Condemned Personages, and Youth:
If you are a person of above descriptive nomenclatures, and are of official status with Kamp Apokiliptika either for first glorious campaign (U.N. Assimilation) or second (Fishing Expedition)
please to send to this ministry PM message. Further instruction to follow subsequent.
If you wish visit in person, we are located at 1,214th floor Rommel Office Skytower, BRC, NV. Visitors allowed in building only between 1315 and 1345 hours – violators to be imprisoned in underground torture cells.
(Note – visitor elevator broken – use stairs.)
By command of high command… in name of his Despotic Manacle of Fury, Maniacal Harbinger of Discord, Regent of Radioactive Reagent, etc. etc. etc. Killbuck I, Dictator.
TRAVEL AND PASSPORT BUERAU
SUPREME DESPOTIC DICTATORSHIP OF APOKILIPTIKA
BLIND OBEDIENCE IS BLISS
SILENCE = TREASON
YOU WILL TELL ALL
DO NOT DISOBEY
E-FORM TPB-42N03-G66-A/A9(ENG). PREVIOUS VERSIONS TO BE E-EATEN.
Now returning you to your regularly scheduled doom...
The office of the Ministry of State
Supreme Dictatorship of APOKILIPTIKA and Occupied Territories
Travel & Passport Bureau - Visa and Permit Bureau - Office of Condemnation, Exile, and Banishment
1,214th FLOOR
ERWIN J. E. ROMMEL OFFICE SKYTOWER
BLACK ROCK CITY, NEVADA 89412-0666.
Komrade Komrades, Apokiliptik Citizen, Officially Eviscerated and Condemned Personages, and Youth:
If you are a person of above descriptive nomenclatures, and are of official status with Kamp Apokiliptika either for first glorious campaign (U.N. Assimilation) or second (Fishing Expedition)
please to send to this ministry PM message. Further instruction to follow subsequent.
If you wish visit in person, we are located at 1,214th floor Rommel Office Skytower, BRC, NV. Visitors allowed in building only between 1315 and 1345 hours – violators to be imprisoned in underground torture cells.
(Note – visitor elevator broken – use stairs.)
By command of high command… in name of his Despotic Manacle of Fury, Maniacal Harbinger of Discord, Regent of Radioactive Reagent, etc. etc. etc. Killbuck I, Dictator.
TRAVEL AND PASSPORT BUERAU
SUPREME DESPOTIC DICTATORSHIP OF APOKILIPTIKA
BLIND OBEDIENCE IS BLISS
SILENCE = TREASON
YOU WILL TELL ALL
DO NOT DISOBEY
E-FORM TPB-42N03-G66-A/A9(ENG). PREVIOUS VERSIONS TO BE E-EATEN.
Now returning you to your regularly scheduled doom...
