New badges - have you commissioned a Marsey?

Have your commissionee verify for you with a link to the post (or just link the post if your payment is mentioned) to claim your spiffy new Patron of the Arts badge - the thumbnail for this thread. Suggesting or requesting a Marsey does not count; you have to have paid dramacoin for it.

The Merchant badge went through several revisions to be less and less cheekily Hebrew and the design that finally slipped through our (((censors))) and has been distributed is here:

@Dramarama has been given the unique Artist Laureate badge. You may not have this one.

And there’s also this mysterious little fella whose purpose isn’t ready yet. What does it mean? :marseythonk:

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mellokind they/them DM me lewd pepes 2yr ago #711436 Edited 2yr ago

@Mom @Dramamine

I've commissioned a few Marseys in the sense that I spent my hard-earned dramacoin on it, but you know I feel about badges.

A DEA Agent stopped at a ranch in Texas and talked to an old rancher. He told the rancher, "I need to inspect your ranch for illegally grown drugs." The rancher said, "okay, but don't go into that field over there...", as he pointed out the location. The DEA Agent verbally exploded and said, "look mister, I have the authority of the federal government with me!" Reaching into his rear back pocket, the arrogant officer removed his badge and proudly displayed it to the rancher. "See this badge?! This badge means I can go wherever I want... On any land! No questions asked, no answers given! Do you understand old man?!"

The rancher kindly nodded, apologized, and went about his chores. Moments later the rancher heard loud screams, he looked up and saw the DEA agent running for his life, being chased by the ranchers big Santa Gertrudis Bull...... With every step the bull was gaining ground on the officer, and it was likely that he'd sure enough get gored before he reached safety. The officer was clearly terrified. The old rancher threw down his tools, ran as fast as he could to the fence, and yelled at the top of his lungs......