The trains that return to the depot at the end of the night without making any stops to pick up passengers.
I thought there weren't any trains left at this hour, but we're in luck-- here comes one now! Oh fuck it's just the midnight express, god dammit!
58π 22π
Noticeably relying heavily on style rather than effectiveness.
The Matrix sequels liked to overstylize while they tried to distract you from the shitty plot.
17π 1π
Played in the subways, railing is when you bolt down the train tracks right after a train has left the station, all the way down to the next station. The objective, of course, is to make it to the next one alive. The traditional round is played directly after the last passenger train has left, which is trailed then by the midnight express.
I hate railing in Russia, too many cables along the tracks; you're bound to trip cost you the game!
157π 163π
a curse word i made up that is surprisingly effective and adequate, you are free to spread it as you please. it means nothing, really. perhaps they are the balls of a god.
godBALLS that's fuckin retarded!
15π 5π
A business in Portland/Stumptown, Oregon that goes around the city apprehending drunks. The drunks are then driven back to Chiers HQ (Aka: Hoopers/Hoppers), temporarily relieved of their possessions, thrown into cells, and kept there until they sober up-- at which point they're given their things back and a free bowl of soup. They will not devote any information to anyone (ever) outside their building, so if you get picked up for being too drunk and wake up the next morning, be sure to call your loved ones when you leave 'cause they're probably worried sick.
Chiers has an 8 o'clock line-up of homeless people waiting for the free soup handed out in the morning.
28π 27π
An individual who is so bad and awkward at conversing that the only logical explanation is that their mind is focused on the fresh dead bodies they've got in their basement. They're thinking about:
- How many they've got
- If anyone knows
- If you know
- If you'd be a good addition to it
- About how much jail time they'd be sentenced to if they were ever caught
Greg: So you cut down trees? Ever have any accidents?
Basement Talker: Yes, many.
(Awkward pause)
Greg's Mind: (Shit, a basement talker. I'd better leave this conversation)
Greg: I have to, um, leave.
Basement Talker: Yes. Leave.
13π 3π
Janitor: Do you like vanning?
Molly Clock: I don't know what that is.
Janitor: Sort of like taking a long drive in a car... except in a van.
Molly Clock: ...still not getting it
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