Attention Shiney,
You are Jay.
...You are also Chronic.
You have no alliance--you are Neutral.
You know, maybe one night you and Lunch Box are out and you're mackin' some chick and shit, and she's, like, "Ooh, I want to suck youse guys' dicks off," and she's, like, "What your names?" And you’re, like, "Jay and Silent Bob." Reco'nize. And she's like, "Oh, I've read on the Smogon Forums that fuckin' youse guys are a couple of little fuckin' jerkoffs." And then she goes and sucks two other guys' dicks off instead. Well, FUCK that.
Yeah that’s right; you’re Jay, drug dealer from Jersey. And this shit ain’t gonna stand. While you’d prefer travelling across the world just to beat those fuckin’ pricks that have been badmouthing your reputation, you’re happy to stay put at Quick-Stop and smoke some joints with your fat friend Silent Bob.
Now, to be Jay is a bitch. The thing about you is that you’re an immature fuck, so whenever you post in the main mafia thread, you’ll have to make at least one of the following jokes…
- A joke involving shit.
- A joke involving your masculinity.
- A joke involving weed.
That’s fuckin’ right, you don’t get to be Jay without any kind of trouble. Now get your head movin’ and think about those jokes, else you might just have to smoke some Jay pole. BONG…
However, by night, Jay turns into the costumed super-stoner known as Chronic. You would really enjoy kicking some criminal ass, but with arch-villains like Cock-Knocker you just feel like it’s not worth your troubles.
During the night, you may pm me or Doomsday with ‘Night X – Sabotaging User X'. That night, if some motherfucker is gettin' messages from the game's administrations, you'll straight slick-snice-snatch that shit, and replace it with a message of your own. You don’t get to do the message, though. That’s up to the badasses controlling this fuckin’ game.
Anyways, yeah. You and fat fuck do this together--so only one of youse can use your power a night.
In something as big as this shit, you wanna be together with your best friend. After all, if anything happens to you, you can just use his fat body as cover.
Your partner is (BAN ME PLEASE)S.
Yeah, you win if both of you survive. Otherwise, shit. Live or something. You're a stoner--you'll figure it out.