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Waste of the Backdoor Brothel / WOTBB
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Piracy
Hi! Welcome, welcome, what can we do for you today? Looking to buy or sell? Do you need something moved, or disposed of? Maybe you got skills in these departments, look for the small Recruitment sign in the back, and we’ll take care of you.
History
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We have our origin in the Brothel wars on the planet Canceron 420.
It all began as the brothel-lords of Memetopia clashed over an ever turbulent human market, as the demand increased, so did the conflicts.
The brother-lords subdued the small security force that covered the region with bribes, force and other means.
In the beginning only 2 gangs / leagues controlled the various brothels, but 27 years later the number arose too well in the hundreds of competing factions and gangs.
We came out ‘victorious’ in the underground war of sector 7 on Canceron, though we decimated our enemies, in the wake we now stood victorious in a vast waste of the once so mighty sector 7 .
Now barely more than dust and debri we took on the waste as a permanent reminder of our past.
Manifesto
Hey, baby, wake up from your asleep. We have arrived onto the future. And the whole world is become:
Elektronik supersonik
Supersonik elektronik
Hey, baby, ride with me away. We doesn’t have much time. My blue jeans is tight.
So onto my love rocket, climb. Inside tank of fuel is not fuel, but love!
Above us, there is nothing above…But the stars, above!
All systems gone! Prepare for downcount!
Five, four, three, one!
Off blast!
Fly away in my space rocket. You no need put money in my pocket. The door is closed, I just lock it. I put my port plug in your socket.
The sun in sky is bright like fire. You and me gets higher and higher. Cut off communication wire. Only thing can stop us is flat tire
Hey, love crusader. I want to be your space invader.
For you I will descend the deepest moon crater.
I is more stronger than Darth Vapor.
Obey me I is your new dictator.
For you is Venus, I am Mars.
With you I is more richer than all the tzars.
Make a wishes on a shooting stars.
Then for you I will play on my cosmic guitars!
Ladies and Gentlemen. Fasten your beltseats. We has commenced our decent.
I trust you enjoy this flight. As much as you enjoy this accent.
Now back on Earth its time for downsplash. Into sea of eternal glory my spaceship crash. People have arrived for to cheer me from near and far.
And as I float, I open door and shout. “I am world’s biggest, washed-up superstar!”
As for sure as the sun rises in the west. Of all the singers and poets on Earth I am the bestest. Come, let me put ring of Jupiter on your finger.
Then like a smell around you I will forever linger.
Okay, is time for end, no more will I sang.
Let me take you back in time.
I want for you to experience big bang.
Long live space race
Charter
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