I was shooting heroin and reading “The Fountainhead” in the front seat of my privately owned police cruiser when a call came in. I put a quarter in the radio to activate it. It was the chief.
“Bad news, detective. We got a situation.”
“What? Is the mayor trying to ban trans fats again?”
“Worse. Somebody just stole four hundred and forty-seven million dollars’ worth of bitcoins.”
The heroin needle practically fell out of my arm. “What kind of monster would do something like that? Bitcoins are the ultimate currency: virtual, anonymous, stateless. They represent true economic freedom, not subject to arbitrary manipulation by any government. Do we have any leads?”
“Not yet. But mark my words: we’re going to figure out who did this and we’re going to take them down … provided someone pays us a fair market rate to do so.”
“Easy, chief,” I said. “Any rate the market offers is, by definition, fair.”
He laughed. “That’s why you’re the best I got, Lisowski. Now you get out there and find those bitcoins.”
“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’m on it.”
I put a quarter in the siren. Ten minutes later, I was on the scene. It was a normal office building, strangled on all sides by public sidewalks. I hopped over them and went inside.
“Home Depot™ Presents the Police!®” I said, flashing my badge and my gun and a small picture of Ron Paul. “Nobody move unless you want to!” They didn’t.
“Now, which one of you punks is going to pay me to investigate this crime?” No one spoke up.
“Come on,” I said. “Don’t you all understand that the protection of private property is the foundation of all personal liberty?”
It didn’t seem like they did.
“Seriously, guys. Without a strong economic motivator, I’m just going to stand here and not solve this case. Cash is fine, but I prefer being paid in gold bullion or autographed Penn Jillette posters.”
Nothing. These people were stonewalling me. It almost seemed like they didn’t care that a fortune in computer money invented to buy drugs was missing.
I figured I could wait them out. I lit several cigarettes indoors. A pregnant lady coughed, and I told her that secondhand smoke is a myth. Just then, a man in glasses made a break for it.
“Subway™ Eat Fresh and Freeze, Scumbag!®” I yelled.
Too late. He was already out the front door. I went after him.
“Stop right there!” I yelled as I ran. He was faster than me because I always try to avoid stepping on public sidewalks. Our country needs a private-sidewalk voucher system, but, thanks to the incestuous interplay between our corrupt federal government and the public-sidewalk lobby, it will never happen.
I was losing him. “Listen, I’ll pay you to stop!” I yelled. “What would you consider an appropriate price point for stopping? I’ll offer you a thirteenth of an ounce of gold and a gently worn ‘Bob Barr ‘08’ extra-large long-sleeved men’s T-shirt!”
He turned. In his hand was a revolver that the Constitution said he had every right to own. He fired at me and missed. I pulled my own gun, put a quarter in it, and fired back. The bullet lodged in a U.S.P.S. mailbox less than a foot from his head. I shot the mailbox again, on purpose.
“All right, all right!” the man yelled, throwing down his weapon. “I give up, cop! I confess: I took the bitcoins.”
“Why’d you do it?” I asked, as I slapped a pair of Oikos™ Greek Yogurt Presents Handcuffs® on the guy.
“Because I was afraid.”
“Afraid?”
“Afraid of an economic future free from the pernicious meddling of central bankers,” he said. “I’m a central banker.”
I wanted to coldpeepee the guy. Years ago, a central banker killed my partner. Instead, I shook my head.
“Let this be a message to all your central-banker friends out on the street,” I said. “No matter how many bitcoins you steal, you’ll never take away the dream of an open society based on the principles of personal and economic freedom.”
He nodded, because he knew I was right. Then he swiped his credit card to pay me for arresting him.
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this is pretty amazing because I didn't want to be marsified with no possibility of it being turned off, but I definitely wanted to be marsified for awhile
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The earliest known appearance of the phrase was in The Boston Journal. In an article titled "Current Notes" in the February 9, 1885, edition, the phrase is mentioned as a good practice sentence for writing students: "A favorite copy set by writing teachers for their pupils is the following, because it contains every letter of the alphabet: 'A quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.'"[2] Dozens of other newspapers published the phrase over the next few months, all using the version of the sentence starting with "A" rather than "The".[3] The earliest known use of the phrase starting with "The" is from the 1888 book Illustrative Shorthand by Linda Bronson.[4] The modern form (starting with "The") became more common even though it is slightly longer than the original (starting with "A").
A 1908 edition of the Los Angeles Herald Sunday Magazine records that when the New York Herald was equipping an office with typewriters "a few years ago", staff found that the common practice sentence of "now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of the party" did not familiarize typists with the entire alphabet, and ran onto two lines in a newspaper column. They write that a staff member named Arthur F. Curtis invented the "quick brown fox" pangram to address this.[5]
As the use of typewriters grew in the late 19th century, the phrase began appearing in typing lesson books as a practice sentence. Early examples include How to Become Expert in Typewriting: A Complete Instructor Designed Especially for the Remington Typewriter (1890),[6] and Typewriting Instructor and Stenographer's Hand-book (1892). By the turn of the 20th century, the phrase had become widely known. In the January 10, 1903, issue of Pitman's Phonetic Journal, it is referred to as "the well known memorized typing line embracing all the letters of the alphabet".[7] Robert Baden-Powell's book Scouting for Boys (1908) uses the phrase as a practice sentence for signaling.
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This feature is going to ruin the counts for the Marseys at rdrama.net/marseys . It's cool to which ones people like best, but now it will bias towards ones with more common keywords.
TheRInWreathStandsForRoxyfive/night Please, I'm a night guard at a pizzeria. **Of course** I have a weapon. 1yr ago#2659917
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The sign is a subtle joke. The shop is called "Sneed's Feed & Seed", where feed and seed both end in the sound "-eed", thus rhyming with the name of the owner, Sneed. The sign says that the shop was "Formerly Chuck's", implying that the two words beginning with "F" and "S" would have ended with "-uck", rhyming with"Chuck". So, when Chuck owned the shop, it would have been called "Chuck's Frick and Suck".
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What's this list? Most attractive users?
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ppl who posted in this thread https://rdrama.net/post/100561/marseycapyeffendi-post-in-this-thread-if
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No respect for Manual Marsey mode.
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this is a great
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i'm not gonna be turning it off any time
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aw yiss
I was shooting
heroin 
and reading 
“The Fountainhead” in the front seat of my privately owned police 
cruiser when a call 
came in. I put a quarter in the radio 
to activate it. It was the chief.
“Bad news, detective. We got a situation.”
“What? Is the mayor trying to ban trans
fats again?”
“Worse. Somebody just
stole four hundred and forty-seven million 
dollars’ worth of bitcoins.”
The heroin
needle practically fell out of my arm. “What kind of monster 
would do something like that? Bitcoins are the ultimate currency: virtual, anonymous, stateless. They represent true economic freedom, not subject to arbitrary manipulation by any government. Do we have any leads?”
“Not yet. But mark
my words: we’re going 
to figure 
out who did this and we’re going 
to take 
them down … provided someone pays us a fair market rate to do so.”
“Easy, chief,” I said. “Any rate the market offers is, by definition, fair.”
He laughed. “That’s why you’re the best
I got, Lisowski. Now you get out there 
and find those bitcoins.”
“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’m on it.”
I put a quarter in the siren. Ten minutes later, I was on the scene. It was a normal
office building, strangled on all sides by public sidewalks. I hopped over 
them and went inside.
“Home Depot™ Presents
the Police!®” I said, flashing 
my badge and my gun and a small 
picture of Ron Paul. “Nobody move unless you want to!” They didn’t.
“Now, which one of you punks is going
to pay me to investigate 
this crime?” No one spoke up.
“Come on,” I said. “Don’t you all understand that the protection of private property is the foundation of all personal liberty?”
It didn’t seem like they did.
“Seriously, guys. Without a strong
economic motivator, I’m just 
going 
to stand here and not solve this case. Cash 
is fine, but I prefer being paid in gold 
bullion or autographed Penn Jillette posters.”
Nothing. These people were stonewalling me. It almost seemed like they didn’t care that a fortune
in computer 
money 
invented to buy drugs 
was missing.
I figured I could wait
them out. I lit several cigarettes indoors. A pregnant lady 
coughed, and I told her that secondhand smoke 
is a myth. Just 
then, a man in glasses 
made a break for it.
“Subway™ Eat Fresh and Freeze, Scumbag!®” I yelled.
Too late. He was already out the front door. I went after him.
“Stop right
there!” I yelled as I ran. He was faster than me because I always try to avoid stepping on public sidewalks. Our country 
needs 
a private-sidewalk voucher system, but, thanks 
to the incestuous interplay between our corrupt federal 
government and the public-sidewalk lobby, it will 
never 
happen.
I was losing
him. “Listen, I’ll pay you to stop!” I yelled. “What would you consider an appropriate price point 
for stopping? I’ll offer you a thirteenth of an ounce of gold 
and a gently worn ‘Bob Barr ‘08’ extra-large long-sleeved men’s T-shirt!”
He turned. In his hand
was a revolver 
that the Constitution 
said he had every right 
to own. He fired at me and missed. I pulled my own gun, put a quarter in it, and fired back. The bullet 
lodged in a U.S.P.S. mailbox less than a foot 
from his head. I shot the mailbox again, on purpose.
“All right, all right!” the man yelled, throwing
down his weapon. “I give 
up, cop! I confess: I took the bitcoins.”
“Why’d you do it?” I asked, as I slapped a pair of Oikos™ Greek
Yogurt Presents 
Handcuffs® on the guy.
“Because I was afraid.”
“Afraid?”
“Afraid of an economic future
free 
from the pernicious meddling of central bankers,” he said. “I’m a central banker.”
I wanted to coldpeepee the guy. Years ago, a central banker
killed 
my partner. Instead, I shook 
my head.
“Let this be a message to all your central-banker friends out on the street,” I said. “No matter
how many 
bitcoins you steal, you’ll never 
take 
away the dream of an open society 
based 
on the principles of personal and economic freedom.”
He nodded, because he knew I was right. Then
he swiped his credit card 
to pay me for arresting 
him.
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you're fricking bananas if you think I'm reading all that, take my downmarsey and shut up idiot
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this is pretty
amazing because I didn't want to be marsified with no possibility of it being turned off, but I definitely wanted to be marsified for awhile
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nice
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Based
and redpilled, this is the best 
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Snapshots:
archive.org
archive.ph (click to archive)
ghostarchive.org (click to archive)
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This is great! Thumbs
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true
neurodivergent 
dramatards 
dont need the 
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The quick brown fox jumps over
the lazy 
dog
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The earliest known appearance of the phrase was in The Boston
Journal. In an article titled "Current Notes" in the February 9, 1885, edition, the phrase is mentioned as a good 
practice sentence for writing 
students: "A favorite 
copy set by writing 
teachers for their pupils is the following, because it contains every letter of the alphabet: 'A quick brown fox jumps over 
the lazy 
dog.'"[2] Dozens of other newspapers published the phrase over 
the next few months, all using the version of the sentence starting with "A" rather than "The".[3] The earliest known use of the phrase starting with "The" is from the 1888 book 
Illustrative Shorthand by Linda Bronson.[4] The modern 
form (starting with "The") became more common even though it is slightly longer than the original (starting with "A").
A 1908 edition of the Los Angeles Herald Sunday Magazine records that when the New York Herald was equipping an office with typewriters "a few years ago", staff found
that the common practice sentence of "now is the time 
for all good 
men to come to the aid of the party" did not familiarize typists with the entire alphabet, and ran onto two lines in a newspaper column. They write that a staff member named Arthur F. Curtis invented the "quick brown fox" pangram to address this.[5]
As the use of typewriters grew in the late
19th 
century, the phrase began 
appearing in typing lesson books 
as a practice sentence. Early examples include How to Become Expert in Typewriting: A Complete Instructor Designed Especially for the Remington Typewriter (1890),[6] and Typewriting Instructor and Stenographer's Hand-book (1892). By the turn 
of the 20th century, the phrase had become widely known. In the January 10, 1903, issue of Pitman's Phonetic Journal, it is referred to as "the well 
known memorized typing line 
embracing 
all the letters of the alphabet".[7] Robert Baden-Powell's book 
Scouting for Boys (1908) uses the phrase as a practice sentence for signaling.
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That's great and all, but I asked for my burger without cheese.
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This feature is going to ruin the counts for the Marseys at rdrama.net/marseys . It's cool to which ones people like best, but now it will bias towards ones with more common keywords.
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you're right, I made marsified comments not count towards it, king
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Is this retroactive
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nope
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Based indeed.
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The sign
is a subtle joke. The shop is called "Sneed's Feed 
& Seed", where 
feed 
and seed both 
end in the sound "-eed", thus rhyming with the name 
of the owner, Sneed. The sign 
says that the shop was "Formerly Chuck's", implying that the two words 
beginning with "F" and "S" would have ended with "-uck", rhyming with"Chuck". So, when Chuck 
owned the shop, it would have been called "Chuck's Frick 
and Suck".
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thank you capy
king, my live has been fulfilled by this great 
feature
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nice toggle
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very based
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Love this update too much
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Would it be possible to make it a per comment toggle?
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yeah, thats called adding marseys manually lol
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Rattle big black
bones 
in the danger 
zone
There's a rumblin' groan down below
There's a big dark
town, it's a place 
I've found
There's a world
going 
on underground
They're alive, they're awake
While the rest
of the world 
is asleep
Below the mineshaft roads it will
all unfold
There's a world
going 
on underground
All the roots hang down
Swing from town to town
They are marching around down under
your boots
All the trucks unload
Beyond the gopher holes
There's a world
going 
on underground
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zoz
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So based, thank you capybara
man
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Wait
my house 
award 
is useless now 
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thank you king
just testing this out now
i love
sucking peepees
punch me in the face, daddy
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i love
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suck
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jews
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holocaust
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Am I schizo or was that my suggestion?
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what if someone has this toggled on and gets a marsify award, will it insert two relevant marseys in every place or will nothing happen
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it will
give 
the person 
whos trying to give 
the marsify an error 
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Thanks
capy, marseys will 
be far more common now
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Make
it so if you turn 
it on you can't turn 
it off
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Cool
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