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jerrytoluna12
#76763637Monday, August 27, 2012 4:34 PM GMT

It's been great being in MC but is boring being a high rank when is inactive. I would like better being in a group with 20 members but active. I would join Again when is more active. ~Hail MC~
kali12321
#76763697Monday, August 27, 2012 4:35 PM GMT

Was it you that was inactive or the group? Were you an HR?
CrimsonPact
#76769931Monday, August 27, 2012 6:11 PM GMT

Yes he was a HR .-. He was mad that only like 3 people showed up to trainings.
Neochori
#76770093Monday, August 27, 2012 6:13 PM GMT

Ummm. Who in the world is this clan?
generalfolley
#76770235Monday, August 27, 2012 6:16 PM GMT

Cowboy a clan is not a who. Also, It's the HR's responsibility to keep the clan active or get it active again. You just want to be in control of something and when you feel that you have no power you leave instead on working with them to fix the activity
Neochori
#76770263Monday, August 27, 2012 6:16 PM GMT

A clan is a who if there is a who in it.
generalfolley
#76770289Monday, August 27, 2012 6:17 PM GMT

Cowboy a clan is not a who. Also, It's the HR's responsibility to keep the clan active or get it active again. You just want to be in control of something and when you feel that you have no power you leave instead on working with them to fix the activity like a good hr
keitheroni
#76770405Monday, August 27, 2012 6:19 PM GMT

good 4 u I used to rule the world Seas would rise when I gave the word Now in the morning I sleep alone Sweep the streets I used to own I used to roll the dice Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes Listen as the crowd would sing "Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!" One minute I held the key Next the walls were closed on me And I discovered that my castles stand Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing Roman Cavalry choirs are singing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain Once you go there was never Never an honest word And that was when I ruled the world It was the wicked and wild wind Blew down the doors to let me in Shattered windows and the sound of drums People couldn't believe what I'd become Revolutionaries wait For my head on a silver plate Just a puppet on a lonely string Oh who would ever want to be king? I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing Roman Cavalry choirs are singing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain I know Saint Peter won't call my name Never an honest word But that was when I ruled the world I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing Roman Cavalry choirs are singing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain I know Saint Peter won't call my name Never an honest word But that was when I ruled the world ~creeping around the C&G with james bond music in the backround
CrimsonPact
#76818140Tuesday, August 28, 2012 2:53 AM GMT

dats 2 long 4 meh [[UCR: Captain Dynamite2787]]

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