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Harry Potter is not a world view, read another book or I will piss on the moon with my super laser piss.
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Saloon City sounds like Donovan's place.
You best take my name out your mouth, punk. I got hitters that can reach you wherever you lay your head.
Double post
You've been doing that a lot.
I have a six month cool down.
You going to spend this all in Trump Tower in the arms of Swedish supermodels again?
Name:
Donovan Adams
Age:
38
Ethnicity:
American
Occupation/Place in the Combination:
Officially: Street thug
Within the machine: Akin to a Precinct Captain
Personal History:
Born to a family who moved west out of New Jersey, Donovan was born and raised in the rough and dangerous back-streets of Central City's working poor; his father having failed to find fortune in the west and settled to dirty work in a slaughter house. As a youth, Donovan attended the local public schools, but was a notorious bad actor ending in him ultimately dropping out of the education system completely.
He found work in the thriving mid-western railroad industry helping to load incoming trains with coal and water. But Donovan being a temperamental young man and disapproving of authority he was fired after a year of labor for punching his boss across the cheek, and dislocating his nose. Charged with assault, he was locked away. But as political fortunes would have it the former Precinct Captain caught word of his lockup and seeking favors, endeavored to pay Donovan's bail and ultimately had the charges dropped.
This, at the age of nineteen was Donovan's first taste and introduction to the larger machine. Although an intelligent young man his education was sparse at best and heavily effected by the waves of immigrant communities migrating into America's mid-west seeking fortune and a place to call home in America's expanding mid-west. The trickling communities of foreign persons only emboldened Donovan's since of American pride and marshaled together a gang of misfits and thugs into an organization called the Number 45 Gang.
To the Precinct Captain, the Number 45 Gang became a simple asset to be used in neighborhoods and street corners were the local police were themselves unwelcome. Treating Donovan as a protege, he directed the young thug in the direction he wanted offering as a reward: permanent protection. Under the old ward's protection, Donovan could execute whatever manner of justice he had in mind, including keeping the "Jews and the Italians" in check. And when it came to election day, he became the muscle to get them to vote and to vote the right way.
The local captain made sure to educate Donovan, but sensing a great deal of ambition he kept hidden from him the mechanization of the machine above him. So much so that when he came to be promoted, he was secure in the belief Donovan - when he was made Precinct Captain himself at 31 - would not be a violent threat against him.
As before, Donovan's duties to his former boss remained the same but on a larger scale. But with greater power and influence he came to be a much more heavy handed and notorious name in the neighborhood politics of south-western Central City. To those he deems as "Naturally American blooded individuals" he is considered a saint of a man. But to all those not termed as such, it is terror that keeps them in check.
Still commanding the Number 45 Gang, Donovan rules over his small kingdom from the saloon he owns but does not manage, the Yellow Belly Inn. Serving as both defacto police in the area he commands the regional crime and ultimately all things are to be dealt with through him, for the distribution of the vote and the influence.
Donovan Adams
Age:
38
Ethnicity:
American
Occupation/Place in the Combination:
Officially: Street thug
Within the machine: Akin to a Precinct Captain
Personal History:
Born to a family who moved west out of New Jersey, Donovan was born and raised in the rough and dangerous back-streets of Central City's working poor; his father having failed to find fortune in the west and settled to dirty work in a slaughter house. As a youth, Donovan attended the local public schools, but was a notorious bad actor ending in him ultimately dropping out of the education system completely.
He found work in the thriving mid-western railroad industry helping to load incoming trains with coal and water. But Donovan being a temperamental young man and disapproving of authority he was fired after a year of labor for punching his boss across the cheek, and dislocating his nose. Charged with assault, he was locked away. But as political fortunes would have it the former Precinct Captain caught word of his lockup and seeking favors, endeavored to pay Donovan's bail and ultimately had the charges dropped.
This, at the age of nineteen was Donovan's first taste and introduction to the larger machine. Although an intelligent young man his education was sparse at best and heavily effected by the waves of immigrant communities migrating into America's mid-west seeking fortune and a place to call home in America's expanding mid-west. The trickling communities of foreign persons only emboldened Donovan's since of American pride and marshaled together a gang of misfits and thugs into an organization called the Number 45 Gang.
To the Precinct Captain, the Number 45 Gang became a simple asset to be used in neighborhoods and street corners were the local police were themselves unwelcome. Treating Donovan as a protege, he directed the young thug in the direction he wanted offering as a reward: permanent protection. Under the old ward's protection, Donovan could execute whatever manner of justice he had in mind, including keeping the "Jews and the Italians" in check. And when it came to election day, he became the muscle to get them to vote and to vote the right way.
The local captain made sure to educate Donovan, but sensing a great deal of ambition he kept hidden from him the mechanization of the machine above him. So much so that when he came to be promoted, he was secure in the belief Donovan - when he was made Precinct Captain himself at 31 - would not be a violent threat against him.
As before, Donovan's duties to his former boss remained the same but on a larger scale. But with greater power and influence he came to be a much more heavy handed and notorious name in the neighborhood politics of south-western Central City. To those he deems as "Naturally American blooded individuals" he is considered a saint of a man. But to all those not termed as such, it is terror that keeps them in check.
Still commanding the Number 45 Gang, Donovan rules over his small kingdom from the saloon he owns but does not manage, the Yellow Belly Inn. Serving as both defacto police in the area he commands the regional crime and ultimately all things are to be dealt with through him, for the distribution of the vote and the influence.
>Doesn't examine spacial complexities through abstraction
>Doesn't explore emotional complexity in abstraction
>Examining color is a prop and not a perception of reality
>Not painted in blood and tomato soup
>Face isn't an adaption of traditional Iberian of African mask work
>But an accurate depiction of Bill Murray
It's 3/10 would print out on a cheap printer and randomly distribute 200 around town.
>Doesn't explore emotional complexity in abstraction
>Examining color is a prop and not a perception of reality
>Not painted in blood and tomato soup
>Face isn't an adaption of traditional Iberian of African mask work
>But an accurate depiction of Bill Murray
It's 3/10 would print out on a cheap printer and randomly distribute 200 around town.
Fixed dates that I forgot to change, and I think they should be more accurate now. Either way, since it's just an issue of dates... Am I good to start writing posts?
Fine by me.
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Forum: Off-Topic Discussion
More than anyone probably wanted to know. I'll leave it there, since 15th century literature is by leaps and bounds more interesting than dating advice.
Of hem that writen ous tofore
The bokes duelle, and we therfore
Ben tawht of that was write tho:
Forthi good is that we also
In oure tyme among ous hiere
Do wryte of newe som matiere,
Essampled of these olde wyse
So that it myhte in such a wyse,
Whan we ben dede and elleswhere,
Beleve to the worldes eere
In tyme comende after this.
Bot for men sein, and soth it is,
That who that al of wisdom writ
It dulleth ofte a mannes wit
To him that schal it aldai rede,
For thilke cause, if that ye rede,
I wolde go the middel weie
And wryte a bok betwen the tweie,
Somwhat of lust, somewhat of lore,
That of the lasse or of the more
Som man mai lyke of that I wryte:
And in comical news British morale drops by seventy-five points.
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