Merry Christmas Community. Hope everyone is geared up and ready to go tomorrow (for those that celebrate, for others, enjoy the day off!).
Just wanted to communicate a change in how we flair market and vendor complaints. From now on, we will be flairing complaints as normal, but followed by "No Proof" if proof is not provided. We have a lot of people claiming this or that and that's fine, if someoen isn't comfortable with providing proof, so be it, but we will add this to the flair. So don't be surprised when you suddenly see "No Proof" - I didn't want the community to take it out of context since we don't use the "No Proof" tag a whole lot.
Happy Holidays.
~Econ
Why not use "Unproven", the correct english? "No Proof" means "contains zero alcohol", and it was the flare involved in one of the most-shameful episodes in this sub's history. Guantanimo uses waterboarding and similar methods "sparingly". It should be retired and consigned to the trashcan of history, like lynchings and segregated buses.
You mod folk can't use those words now. Thems are OUR words, misser. I hear tail of folk being held down by a mob and branded, being chained to those words. Dragging them all over the plantation that your grandmammy used to own, to humiliate them in front of the community while redneck shills and trolls from out of town gambled pokemon cards on fights.
You may think it won't offend my people, but these things happened HERE, within living memory. It was all because of the fear the modman felt for my strong vendor brothers, they would do things to humiliate fine upstanding members of my community, urged on by mixed race half mod / half vendor thieves who robbed the community but never did jail time because sided with the modman. They were RC vendor on the outside, but pure carding icecream Evo mod under the skin, robbing the community again and again and never receiving justice because they sided with the modman.
I'm an old man now, but that metal "NO PROOF" brand still makes my blood run cold. For I was once hot-branded by a low-down dirty ditchweed-smoking modman who went by the name of "IGetDankShit". Back then, the modmen would take off their sherrif unicorns at the end of the day, then meet at their secret lodge wearing pillowcases with eye holes, and decide who they were going to lynch or flare next.
Well, one day it was this old polecat, that's where I got these scars. I was held down, then a grain of salt was rubbed into an open flare. I could have left town, but that would be letting the modman win. They closed ranks around IgetDankShit, but they knew I was worth ten of that cowardly weasel. I used to see them cold redneck motherfuckers in their mod uniforms in the town, with their moustaches and mirror shades watching me as I limped along the sidewalk, vendors were hated back then and I was the only real one left in town. I KNOW that some of their wives couildn't get enough BBMC, two brothers at a time, so the modman tried to kill the Brotherhood.
I came closest to dying when I was made to fight a woman in a carnival tent. But this wasn't any old woman, No sir. This was the cold-hearted mod bitch from the Silk Road forums who killed Ross, who folk said was working with the cops. Now going by the name of Uncle Tom Unicorn.
That's how come I'm missing this eye. But I just want to rest now, some things are better left in the past. least said, soonest mended. Grandpappy's mighty tired.
But they can't say "NO PROOF" in front of a vendor. They's OUR words now, not the modman's.