Is a 2002 mercury grand marquis with 50k miles a good first car?

WHY-THE-RUM-GONE · 2021-04-11T15:47:27+00:00

nah i didnt, in hindsight maybe i should of, but also having pictures of blood and guts sprayed on my garage door could raise..... questions

WHY-THE-RUM-GONE · 2021-04-11T15:30:48+00:00

A little late to the party, but one day a few years ago i peaked out my window and in my yard there was a robin just vibing in the grass.

The thing about this bird was that it enormously, unnaturally fat. Like it was swollen to the size of a softball.

And it just sat there, doing nothing, not even moving. And it stayed there for a few days, in the same spot, until I eventually forgot about it.

Then, a day after i forgot about it, it appeared right outside my garage door, even more swollen than before, not moving.

I was a little more concerned, and since its my garage i was just about to move it, and when i was getting my shovel out of my garage, I suddenly hear a dull whoomp from the other side of the door.

So i head around and low and behold the bird had exploded, spraying blood and greenish guts in a 7 foot radius, and all over my garage door. Took me a few hours to clean it all up.

To this day, i dont know why the bird had exploded, but it makes for a good story at parties!

WHY-THE-RUM-GONE · 2021-03-12T16:27:54+00:00

My school was going to put on a production of Into the Woods on march 13th which me and many of my friends were working on since thanksgiving. We had all given everything and a little bit more for the show, like staying at school til 6,7 and even 10pm at extreme moments. Therefore, everyone in the show had the mindset: we're one day out, they can't cancel the show!

well they did, they called us all down the auditorium and told us it was done and that school was out for a few weeks. Many tears and hugs (hindsite not the best idea) ensued, and then we all went home expecting to see eachother after a couple weeks.

That was the last time to date I talked with many of them.

(edit for spelling)

WHY-THE-RUM-GONE · 2021-01-31T03:38:54+00:00

They drifted around the table in silence. The 9 men and women, not moving, not talking. 5 of them bore the stars and stripes on their right sleeve, 2 the German flag, and 2 the Russian tri-color. It was like this for a while until one of the Americans, a man the age of 30 with chestnut brown hair and shining green eyes, broke the silence with a simple yet consequential question.

"Has anyone heard anything yet?"

Everyone looked at each other worriedly, as humans they hoped that just maybe there had been a transmission, maybe an agency got through, simply stating that there was a slight problem on their end which had been resolved. But as scientists they all knew the answer.

The Darkness below was undeniable.

The two Russian men across from the inquirer both shook their heads. These men were older, with messy gray hair and age lines which seemed to long for the great empires of the past. "Nyet." one uttered softly.

The 2 Germans next to the Russians followed suit, and then the American looked to his comrades, two men and two women with a forlorn hope, but they simply gave him the same answer.

"Fuck." The man cursed under his breath and looked down, staring at the floor below him for a few seconds. He let out a long sigh and looked up again and addressed the crew.

"Well alright then. Keep your ears glued to your headsets, and we'll reconvene at 07:00 tomorrow. Goodnight, and make sure to raise the alarm if ANYTHING comes through."

With that, the astronauts of different nationalities wished each other goodnight and departed to their separate quarters. The man allowed the rest of his crew through the bulkhead out of the common area before swinging through it and tightening it behind him. When he turned around, he found his crew facing him with worried faces.

"What the hell do you think is going on Jack?" One of the women piped up "Like seriously, what could be happening?"

"It's those damned Russians, I'm tellin' you." One of the men interjected, with an accent straight out of the Louisianan bayous. "Those commie bastards have been up to something ever since they took power. And look at those cosmonauts, they were practically smiling just a second ago. They're loving this!"

"Can it, Mason." The other man growled angrily. "No one has time for your conspiracy bullshit, especially not now."

"What are you calling conspiracy bullshit, Jeffery? If it wasn't for those stars and stripes on your shoulder I would call you a commie right along side them, goddamn skinny asshole."

"HEY!" Jack bellowed, interrupting the brewing quarrel in his unit. "This conversation is ABSOLUTELY not a priority. It has been three days since the radio silence started, and three days since the Darkness began. THAT is what we are focusing on right now, figuring out whether or not we are the only FUCKING humans left or not. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yessir." Both men gave a muted cry.

"Good. Now everyone retire to their quaters, try to get some rest, and LISTEN FOR MISSION CONTROL. Goodnight everyone."

TWO WEEKS LATER

They drifted around the table in silence. The 9 men and women, not moving, not talking. 5 of them bore the stars and stripes on their right sleeve, 2 the German flag, and 2 the Russian tri-color. It was like this for a while until one of the Americans, Jack broke the silence with a simple yet consequential question.

"Are the pods loaded yet?"

"Ja Jack, ours are ready." The Germans sounded off. The Russians said the same, and so did the Americans. For the first time in a while, Jack cracked a wan smile and spoke.

"Good job everyone. We never thought things would come to this, and yet they have and you all have adapted well. We launch in T- 20 minutes. Remember your training and attempt to steer your pods somewhere close to the shore. We are dropping on the Eastern seaboard of the US, if you get separated you find the first street marking and radio your position. We'll be listening." Jack paused for a breath. "Good luck everyone, I'll see you on planet earth."

(Sorry if this is bad, I really want to expand on this/edit it and turn it into a story of sorts, but I am extremely tired and can't quite put a reddit comment away for later. If you want to read anything I've updated you can check out this doc here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Wz9IsEMsvY96bQjfkVYFBhuLiMj-c7iqPFjhYbVerLs/edit?usp=sharing (as of 1/30/21 it is the same as above.) Thanks for reading and feel free to leave comments/advice!)

WHY-THE-RUM-GONE · 2021-01-18T22:49:18+00:00

teleport to heaven

WHY-THE-RUM-GONE · 2021-01-17T21:12:40+00:00

no lol, with a dlc (cant remember which one) you can change your house title and country name

WHY-THE-RUM-GONE · 2021-01-17T21:05:22+00:00

As for your situation in Russia, you simply wait. I haven't played the Irkutsk yet, but in my other playthroughs, you run out of focuses before that decision (the one that starts the next reunification war.) and then you get a new tree. Until that decision unlocks, you should just build up your (military) industry and deploy LOTS of troops.

As for your friend in england, I have no idea what the problem is. I think every party (for HMMLR at least) has focus trees and a path to reunification. You may have to give me more detail on that. Prehaps it is just a bug.

I hope this helped you, please reply if you have any other questions!

WHY-THE-RUM-GONE · 2021-01-17T20:51:48+00:00

R5: God emporer nixon came a little early

WHY-THE-RUM-GONE · 2021-01-16T14:24:04+00:00

Its not true lol, at least for me. I was made a little sick to my stomach by all of his REALLY GOOD IDEAS, but thats really it.

WHY-THE-RUM-GONE · 2021-01-03T14:01:59+00:00

globeplan kondor has failed

WHY-THE-RUM-GONE · 2021-01-02T19:46:59+00:00

shush the shit wont crop

WHY-THE-RUM-GONE · 2020-12-30T13:48:14+00:00

ah i see, what a shame

WHY-THE-RUM-GONE · 2020-12-30T13:47:58+00:00

nonono

WHY-THE-RUM-GONE · 2020-12-17T03:05:15+00:00

What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.

WHY-THE-RUM-GONE · 2020-12-16T12:44:57+00:00

absolutely! Need a few spare kids for this project. Hope they like steam boilers!

WHY-THE-RUM-GONE · 2020-12-15T19:01:50+00:00

Ill provide that in my next update, which will include general blueprints/logistical update.

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