The Brotherhood of Tradesmen demands complete and total obedience from the rest of you.
Start bowing.
The Diaspora will never bow before limp-wristed door-to-door salesmen like you. Onward and outward!
Door-to-door salesman! I have never been more offended in my life! The Buggy sells only the finest and most exquisite goods in the galaxy. Your filthy self wouldn't even be able to afford the required entry fee to come aboard my ship, and our cheapest item is worth more than everything you own or will ever own in your lifetime.
The Whoreguild will not accept infringement of our pleasure-selling prerogatives! Stick to peddling spare parts and dry goods.
The Brotherhood of Tradesmen will trade whatever it wishes. Any attempt to stand in our way will only bring about your destruction.
However, there might be a way to work this out. Whores themselves are not exactly traded, per se. Maybe Raneados could sell sex slaves.
Hmm. We train them and sell them to you, you sell them on to the end user (hah!), and then they tithe back to both of us? Sound like fun & profitable times?
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Running on pure entropy, the spaceship Dysnomia can get YOUR goods there on TIME! We'll go anywhere, anywhere I tell you.* Need your biological weapons shipped ASAP? We got ya covered! Gathering the remnants of your civilization to fly away in stasis? We'll drop you off!
As office boy I made such a mark
That they gave me the post of a junior clerk.
I served the writs with a smile so bland,
And I copied all the letters in a big round hand--
I copied all the letters in a hand so free,
That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
In serving writs I made such a name
That an articled clerk I soon became;
I wore clean collars and a brand-new suit
For the pass examination at the Institute,
And that pass examination did so well for me,
That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
I grew so rich that I was sent
By a pocket borough into Parliament.
I always voted at my party's call,
And I never thought of thinking for myself at all.
I thought so little, they rewarded me
By making me the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
Now landsmen all, whoever you may be,
If you want to rise to the top of the tree,
If your soul isn't fettered to an office stool,
Be careful to be guided by this golden rule--
Stick close to your desks and never go to sea,
And you all may be rulers of the Queen's Navee!
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I'm off to buy cigarettes and decide my trade
probably whores or sprockets
The Whoreguild will not accept infringement of our pleasure-selling prerogatives! Stick to peddling spare parts and dry goods.
Me either, I pretty much only post in Phalla threads there
UNITE UNDER MY BANNER.
However, there might be a way to work this out. Whores themselves are not exactly traded, per se. Maybe Raneados could sell sex slaves.
We've got guns. Lots of guns.
We'll build better guns.
TONS O GUNS in fact.
All our guild members, can be my fleet admirals. We will mold this universe to our liking.
Hmm. We train them and sell them to you, you sell them on to the end user (hah!), and then they tithe back to both of us? Sound like fun & profitable times?
I hope you like to read.
Games: Ad Astra Per Phalla | Choose Your Own Phalla
WILL YOU GIVE ME THE MOST POWERFUL SHIP YET FOR CHRIST SAKES?
I want to kill my enemies.
I have no problem renaming the Galfedex Consortium the precisionk Consortium, or whatever title you see fit.
My liege! *salutes*
(*void where laws of physics do not apply)
It has been settled.
Tux, rename the Galfedex Consortium to Precisionk Consortium. My people have spoken.
seriously, do it.
That they gave me the post of a junior clerk.
I served the writs with a smile so bland,
And I copied all the letters in a big round hand--
I copied all the letters in a hand so free,
That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
In serving writs I made such a name
That an articled clerk I soon became;
I wore clean collars and a brand-new suit
For the pass examination at the Institute,
And that pass examination did so well for me,
That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
I grew so rich that I was sent
By a pocket borough into Parliament.
I always voted at my party's call,
And I never thought of thinking for myself at all.
I thought so little, they rewarded me
By making me the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
Now landsmen all, whoever you may be,
If you want to rise to the top of the tree,
If your soul isn't fettered to an office stool,
Be careful to be guided by this golden rule--
Stick close to your desks and never go to sea,
And you all may be rulers of the Queen's Navee!
You can make wars in factories now?
And profits.
And profits on wars.
Oh. Do you need anybody with a good smile and fancy writing?
I want to IMMERSE myself
!Vote Raneados for execution. Nothing quite like eliminating the competition, then taking their wares and setting up shop, eh?
May God have mercy on your soul.
Games: Ad Astra Per Phalla | Choose Your Own Phalla
B:L, to my knowledge you aren't in The Brotherhood of Tradesmen.
all I do is train and export
I deal in LEGITIMATE company, mister
War is business.
And business is good.
You have made a wise decision.
ALL HAIL THE PRECISIONK CONSORTIUM!
I do
There's no reason we couldn't just use this as the game thread, is there?