> > > > > > > > greetings and welcome to 15 minutes of intentional slave boss > > > > > > > > spam > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > i am engaging this list starting 0710 and plan to do so until > > > > > > > > 0735 to > > > > > > > > practice holding intentional goals :D > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > this is a super-strong goal you can't reduce it nope! > > > > > > > > > > > > > > once upon a time, long long ago, there was an enterpreneuring > > > > > > > slaver > > > > > > > named slave boss > > > > > > > > > > > > > > he kind of looked like big and red with horns and a tail and held > > > > > > > a pitchfork > > > > > > > > > > > > > > slave boss was gonna stimulate a grand revolution for the better > > > > > > > in > > > > > > > Your Country! > > > > > > > > > > > > one moment i just gotta check the list archives and see if some > > > > > > semblence of my messages is reached by another memory page somewhere > > > > > > yay they are! > > > > > > ok > > > > > > > > > > > > slave boss stood before the throngs of masses of Your Country, > > > > > > holding > > > > > > his pitchfork, with brimstone and fire rising around him, and he > > > > > > bespake: > > > > > > "citizens of Your Country! for too long have you suffered at the > > > > > > hands > > > > > > of irritations and imperfections. i, with my powers, will bring > > > > > > about > > > > > > a New Age Of Greatness! never before will you have seen what i have > > > > > > to > > > > > > bring!" > > > > > > > > > > > > applause rose and slave boss stood down from his smouldering pulpit, > > > > > > letting his greatness and power spread > > > > > > > > > > slave boss let loose great rivers of brimstone to heat the houses of > > > > > the many people > > > > > > > > > > his demons went and ensared them in with hypnotic self-built cut cell > > > > > phone games, and they came to him in rolling masses with all their > > > > > heads bowed before him, staring at their devices, trying to wait for > > > > > the person in front to move so they could continue following their > > > > > maps route > > > > > > > > slave boss was at the front of the horde and refused to move to satisfy > > > > any of the routes > > > > > > > > he had his harms folded and looked before all the throngs, all with > > > > their heads bowed before him > > > > > > slave boss looked, and slave boss knew it was good > > > > > > he raised his arm to give a beacon of hellfire akin to special > > > abilities used in cellphone games. > > > > > > a loudspeaker released a mobile phone alert noise and everybody > > > addicted to that cellphone game looked as he released the hellfire > > > > > > they thought it was a nerdcon and let loose heralds to the game > > > character, which echo'd across the hills > > > > a marching drumbeat started from slave boss's loudspeaker and he > > moved, letting the maps routes finally satisfy their users, and > > everybody stormed to follow him as the marching drumbeat sounded > > > > slave boss: "forward, my slavelings! the neighboring nation is right > > across these hills to conquer!" > > slave boss and the Citizens of Your Country reached the border to the > neighboring country. > > slave boss boomed wi-- > > suddenly slave boss tripped over a pebble and got trampled by the > horde. a marketer was saying something to him
[there is disagreement about televising slave boss's discussion with the marketer. it sounds like a meeting is happening potential underfoot of a thundering mass, some of whom think they are at a larp or something and could yell
