Dandy

I appreciate the comments everyone, good to see allot of you still around. Much easier to annoy everyone again, means I don't have to break in some new folks to bother. Yea, I like to think he gave me the money because he wanted to see it bring someone perhaps some peace of mind and happiness. Even now my family still tries to fight over it, and most of it is gone by now. Just hope I did with it what grand-dad wanted for it. Ah, Sister Midnight, it is good to still see you around. I question what those thoughts were, for everyone's sake I think it is best those stay where they were made haha.

Well guys, it's your old pal Dandy again. I wasn't all that big in the community as I could have been once upon a time, small nation, little effect this way and that. All around just kinda there in the heat of it all. I remember some war going on at the time, got nuked, shared some laughs, talked some sense, yadda yadda. To those that do remember, well, I suppose I owe an explanation to. I left allot of roles I was given and well, doesn't seem right to just appear without some sort of token of understanding. So, here we go. A while ago, when I was still part of this place, I rather enjoyed the company. I took on jobs, helped the war effort, was slinging some tech around, posted in non-sense topics. However, a mixture of depression, PTSD, and an existential crisis, I found myself...lacking. Fast forward a few weeks in time, and I lost my grandfather. The man who pretty much raised me. Taught me how to shoot, let me drink my first beer, would stay up with me round the fire pit when I couldn't sleep for various reasons. Like that, poof, gone, donezo, kicked the bucket, bought the farm, and any other death metaphor. I became, for a of better words and quoting my younger brother "suicidal as fuck". I was already struggling with myself, meds the VA gave me were so much pissing in the wind, and it just felt like one of the last lights in the cosmic abyss that was my mind had gone out. I was in poor shape when we went to the funeral, and all but gone when we went to the will reading. These times are always fun, everyone fighting about who thinks they deserve what, accusations, slandering, hell my aunt accused my mother of attempted murder on her and my grandfather and tried to tell the lawyer that should be why she got everything. Well, didn't quite go as anyone wanted. He donated most of his things to various organizations, his church, various friends, a chunk went to my family, mostly his cars and such. However, what pretty much branded me a traitor to all but my mother was that he left the largest chunk of his liquid assets (currency), to me. After the government took their share, I was left with about 200 grand, or 200,000 for the sake of the layman. So, there I sat, in my own crumbling head space when pretty much my entire family looked at me like I had just pissed in their cornflakes. Like I personally has just insulted them, kicked their dog, burned down their house, took the ashes and snorted them off some Russian mail order brides left ass cheek all while getting a swastika tattooed on my forehead. Yea, fun times. About a day or so after that, after I signed some papers, got documentation of inheritance taxes, over saw the transfer of assets, and got it all notarized...well then the calls started coming in. Nearly every family member, friend, person I used to know in high school, charities, all of them and more started messaging me, calling, coming to my front door. They all wanted something, help with this, a loan for that, investment in this idea or business. Calling in all sorts of favors, including someone I knew from high school who wanted help buying this old car who decided to bring up "That one time he loaned me five bucks". Everyone's good will dries up rather fast when they think you can get a pay out for it. I digress. I took my time to mourn, locked myself away and told the world I wasn't home. Mostly sleep, little eating, TV only on so that I had some sort of noise because the silence became too loud. All of it just holding the last letter my grandfather wrote me that he hide away in a safety deposit box for when he passed. he wrote it when I was 12, and I guess he thought that even though the letter was old it would help me. Told me how proud he was, that the great things I would do would set the world on fire, and to remember that he would be there with me every step of the way. I told myself he was a liar, that he knew he was going to leave before I got there, that it was all some sick joke years in the making. I was an idiot in mourning, I didn't think right, and hated myself for thinking that way. He was my grandfather after all, even with his last gift he still wanted to make sure I would succeed. When I got my head on straight, I thought about what I would do with it all. We all dream "well if I had the money", what we would do, buy, enjoy. My mother, an accountant and well off in her own right helped me. Set up investments in technology companies, mutual funds, stocks, the whole shebang. Afterwards I just kinda sat there, now that I have this, what do I do with it? I thought about what I would have done with the money if he was still alive, so, I did that. Packed a bag, and I saw the world. I went and saw closer to 50% of the world's capital cities. Europe, Asia, South Africa, Aussi-land, Island Pacific, I felt like I had to live two lives now. That if I didn't have enough experiences to fill the lives of two grown men, I would feel like I was doing a disservice. I was gone for quite a few months, and have only gotten back relatively recently. With a much lighter wallet, but won't be wanting anytime soon. Needless to say, here I am, back to IRON and all the insanity that comes with it. Odd how turning on your computer that's been sitting there for a long while can bring back some memories. Well, that's my story folks. Hope that it t least gives some understanding to my sudden disappearance off the face of the planet. Good to be back.

MHB

Don't worry, I'll be back and doing the usual Dandy thing. Talking a bit too loudly and perhaps making a little too much sense. Been a while, and my awards are still crap, we'll fix it in post. Good to see you still around man, look forward to going this this with ya again.

Oh Wayfarer buddy! What's going on Bromigo? See you have been doing well for yourself, very much so. New name and everything. Good to see man.

I remember many things. Some better than others. ...I have been gone for a very long time. So I answer with a resounding...maybe.

Ruler name: Dandy Nation Link: http://www.cybernations.net/nation_drill_display.asp?Nation_ID=588461 Come on, I gotta lot to talk about. Give it back, come on, i'll be your best friend. ...that's a lie. Ok...6th best friend Final offer.

Gotta watch out for those Dependa's man, MWilson knows what I'm talking about.

Also, Hillary is an American killing amoral bitch.

I am guessing my American brothers forget that we have laws hat allow people to take others to court to sue them for millions and put the offending party in jail for "slander and defamation", basically if you hurt someone's feelings by saying bad and untrue things about them, they can take yu for all you're worth. Also strange that the majority of those cases are the conservative wing of the American political parties. Now, I'm all for freedom of speech, but you might want to check if your own camp is doing the same thing you are demonizing another for.

Ralph Nader 2016

On the contrary. Most if not all you have posted have been purely reactionary. Most of which I see based entirely on emotional responses to things you feel differently about. Most of which attacks Lys instead of counter arguing the information he provides. Is he innocent of doing the same? No. However, the instant IRON members start personally attacking one another on something as silly and pointless as politics, that's when you need to step back and take a breath.

Oie, discuss idealology like adults. Lys has views, you have views. He's no more bigot than the rest of you. Act like men with a brain and form cohereant and logical arguments. If you want to sink to insults, go take that frustration out on a war, not Lys. Continue.

Universal law, you raise a weapon, you forfeit your right to life. Had it been me, like lys, he'd have had new air holes in him before he could get the second strike off. If it is true that mental disease was the cause of these behaviors, then it only illustrates that this vet could not get the care he needed from a the government that promised it to him.

Too late.

What country do I join?

Wait...you were part of the alliance the MBC rolled? Jesus, that must have been a rough time.

You're part of the MBC Darkfox?

Team Money Badger.

Not on my computer, right now visiting family, so I am on a...computer only meant for the internet. The Imperium sounds like BONES, been cruising in easy mode, thought they could get away with whatever they want because they were big, and now are fighting a superior force. Sounds like my kinda game.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cZoDicnKWrg&list=PLQvKSs1k6DLND_n1eyjHLML_0G__CEqMg&index=3 Take a watch, remember, these are all players, no NPC's at all. Hundreds of thousands people. Hundreds of thousands.

Game is completely player driven, everything and everything in game is made and sold by players. I've wanted to get into this for some time since I do love me an MMO. However, the amount of time you need to sink into getting anywhere good with this game is astronomical. Though, that said, you can actually make real money off the game if you play it right. Some of the corporations are so large that there are people who's actual paying job is just to manage parts of corporations and things that happen in it. It's like if the Councilors of IRON got paid to do their jobs, but instead of taking care of 300 people, it would be more like 300,000 people.

Gotta love Lys, a man of principle. Though we may not agree on everything, always a good man to have as a friend.

Wrongo. Lordlastdayoftheweekend.

Nopitynopenope.