Chamoke
12-19-2008, 08:02 PM
Imagine the pressure of leading a clan. Just imagine how hard Red Morgan wants this clan to succeed. What lengths will he go to make that happen? It is all pretty simple. He needs control. But how can he control people through the internets? Usually a leader has to use his charms, his beautiful thought provoking writing skills, or other such highly praised methods. Red Morgan possesses all of these qualities, but he can't live with that. He needs more to guarantee success.
It might start slowly, "hey what's your cellphone number Kaeso, so I can call you if our city is under attack." Then he starts calling you in the middle of the night. "So Kaeso how has it been. I'm just checking up on you, are you going to be on in the morning? We really could use some more wood. Set your alarm for 6:20, thanks. I'll call again at 6:30."
"Ha" you might say to yourself, "that won't be me, because I am not Kaeso." Well if you are thinking like that, you got another thing coming. Did you know Red Morgan worked for a telemarketing company? Even more disturbing he stole their telemarketing dialer software so he can collect all of your cellphone numbers and send mass automated messages to every single one of you.
This is just another way for Red Morgan to control you. Have you ever thought about answering your phone? Do you know how much power someone has over you when they ring your telephone, and you answer. It is like they have a little bell and they are summoning you for their bidding. Now Red Morgan will have all of you on his leash, and with a flick of his finger all of you will come running to hear his demands.
Now you might think, "But Shamoke I won't give Red Morgan my number!" Of course you would think that, but Red Morgan thinks otherwise. If you can get past his evil charms and withstand the sultry voice and erotic text of Red Morgan, you may think you are in the clear. But many of you know that Red Morgan used to be a debt collector. With his expert knowledge and just a few snippets of information all of you inevitably have let loose, he will find your number and abuse it.
Now you might be saying to yourself, "Fucking dick buckets! Fine I won't answer the phone ever! He can't get to me now." Ahaha, have you been reading my warnings at all? Of course he can get to you. With the information he gathered he will call your sister, your mother, your grandparents, even that 2nd cousin you kissed in the 5th grade. Now what you should be thinking is, "what will he tell them?" There is no telling what evil plans Red Morgan has to get his members under his thumb. He could call up your mother and tell her he is a good friend of yours and that the other day you experimented with heroin and went over the deep end. The concerned friend looking to save you. From this vantage point he could blackmail you to answer your phone, threatening to call more people you know and telling them horrible stories, or he can use your own sweet mother to drill more information about you, and then arrange a meeting with your mother, your cousin, and your sister. From there you can only imagine what will happen. Now it will be you against your family. "Oh that Red Morgan is just a swell guy, why do you hate him 'insert your name here' if he can please me and 'insert names of all female relatives' he must be a good friend. Besides he saved you from heroin."
No, it doesn't end there. You might say to yourself, "Ok fuck Drunken Beggars, I'm out of this piece like a dick out of an anus in an ass to mouth porno." Well do you think Red Morgan would so easily let you just leave? He has all this information on you. He has all the numbers of everyone you know. It won't be easy. But there is even a bigger threat. Red Morgan has came up with a truely magnificient but horrifying scheme to control all of you for the rest of your lives.
With mounds and mounds of information on every single member of the Drunken Beggar clan, Red Morgan plans to build a case. A case to adopt you all. Yes, Red Morgan wants to adopt you, and you, and you, and you, and you, and you, and you, and wait not you, you'll be kicked by the end of the month, and you, and you, and especially you. He will become your legal guardian. He will force you to move from whatever quiet sheltered life you have to a shack in the middle of the Sonoran Desert. You will be forced to work 18 hours a day on the Drunken Beggar clan. Building, mining, farming in niggerniggerniggerniggerniggerniggerniggernigger and other games. He will profit from your hard work and back on his ivory New York tower he will be laughing with an Opus X in his mouth and a glass of Louis XIII.
I feel that this dream was a warning to you all. Don't let this happen, leave while you can...
It might start slowly, "hey what's your cellphone number Kaeso, so I can call you if our city is under attack." Then he starts calling you in the middle of the night. "So Kaeso how has it been. I'm just checking up on you, are you going to be on in the morning? We really could use some more wood. Set your alarm for 6:20, thanks. I'll call again at 6:30."
"Ha" you might say to yourself, "that won't be me, because I am not Kaeso." Well if you are thinking like that, you got another thing coming. Did you know Red Morgan worked for a telemarketing company? Even more disturbing he stole their telemarketing dialer software so he can collect all of your cellphone numbers and send mass automated messages to every single one of you.
This is just another way for Red Morgan to control you. Have you ever thought about answering your phone? Do you know how much power someone has over you when they ring your telephone, and you answer. It is like they have a little bell and they are summoning you for their bidding. Now Red Morgan will have all of you on his leash, and with a flick of his finger all of you will come running to hear his demands.
Now you might think, "But Shamoke I won't give Red Morgan my number!" Of course you would think that, but Red Morgan thinks otherwise. If you can get past his evil charms and withstand the sultry voice and erotic text of Red Morgan, you may think you are in the clear. But many of you know that Red Morgan used to be a debt collector. With his expert knowledge and just a few snippets of information all of you inevitably have let loose, he will find your number and abuse it.
Now you might be saying to yourself, "Fucking dick buckets! Fine I won't answer the phone ever! He can't get to me now." Ahaha, have you been reading my warnings at all? Of course he can get to you. With the information he gathered he will call your sister, your mother, your grandparents, even that 2nd cousin you kissed in the 5th grade. Now what you should be thinking is, "what will he tell them?" There is no telling what evil plans Red Morgan has to get his members under his thumb. He could call up your mother and tell her he is a good friend of yours and that the other day you experimented with heroin and went over the deep end. The concerned friend looking to save you. From this vantage point he could blackmail you to answer your phone, threatening to call more people you know and telling them horrible stories, or he can use your own sweet mother to drill more information about you, and then arrange a meeting with your mother, your cousin, and your sister. From there you can only imagine what will happen. Now it will be you against your family. "Oh that Red Morgan is just a swell guy, why do you hate him 'insert your name here' if he can please me and 'insert names of all female relatives' he must be a good friend. Besides he saved you from heroin."
No, it doesn't end there. You might say to yourself, "Ok fuck Drunken Beggars, I'm out of this piece like a dick out of an anus in an ass to mouth porno." Well do you think Red Morgan would so easily let you just leave? He has all this information on you. He has all the numbers of everyone you know. It won't be easy. But there is even a bigger threat. Red Morgan has came up with a truely magnificient but horrifying scheme to control all of you for the rest of your lives.
With mounds and mounds of information on every single member of the Drunken Beggar clan, Red Morgan plans to build a case. A case to adopt you all. Yes, Red Morgan wants to adopt you, and you, and you, and you, and you, and you, and you, and wait not you, you'll be kicked by the end of the month, and you, and you, and especially you. He will become your legal guardian. He will force you to move from whatever quiet sheltered life you have to a shack in the middle of the Sonoran Desert. You will be forced to work 18 hours a day on the Drunken Beggar clan. Building, mining, farming in niggerniggerniggerniggerniggerniggerniggernigger and other games. He will profit from your hard work and back on his ivory New York tower he will be laughing with an Opus X in his mouth and a glass of Louis XIII.
I feel that this dream was a warning to you all. Don't let this happen, leave while you can...