“At first, I thought they handed me the wrong dossier. I couldn’t
believe they wanted this man dead. Third generation Sexton Street,CBS, top of his class. Scouts, FCA, Macra. About a thousand medals.
Etc, etc… I’d seen his posts on the forum and they really put a hook
in me. But I couldn’t connect up that syntax with this man. Like they
said, he had an impressive career. Maybe too impressive… I mean
perfect. He was being groomed for one of the top slots of the
corporation. Moderator, Admin, anything… In 2009 he returned
from a tour of chippers in Limerick and things started to
slip. The report to the Mulliance chiefs of staff and The Runt
was restricted. Seems they didn’t dig what he had to tell them. During
the next few months he made three requests for transfer to extreme moderator training school in Raheen, Limerick. And he was finally accepted.
Moderator School ? He was 21 years old. Why the fuck would he do that ?
Autumn 2009 he joined the Limerick Chippers Group, returns to Limerick…”
“Never get out of the boat. Absolutely goddamn right. Unless you
were going all the way. The Dunph got off the boat. He split from the whole
fucking program. How did that happen? What did he see here
that first tour? 21 fucking years old. If he joined the Moderators,
there was no way you’d ever get high up in the Mulliance. The Dunph knew
what he was giving up. The more I read and began to
understand, the more I admired him. His family and
friends couldn’t understand it, and they couldn’t talk him
out of it. He had to apply three times and he had to put
up with a ton of shit, but when he threatened to resign,
they gave it to him. The next youngest guy in his class was
half his age. They must have thought he was some
far-out old man humping it over that moderators course. I did it when
I was 19 and it damn near wasted me. A tough
motherfucker. He finished. He could have gone for head of the Mulliance,
but he went for himself instead.”
“At first, I thought they handed me the wrong dossier. I couldn’t
believe they wanted this man dead. Third generation Sexton Street,CBS, top of his class. Scouts, FCA, Macra. About a thousand medals.
Etc, etc… I’d seen his posts on the forum and they really put a hook
in me. But I couldn’t connect up that syntax with this man. Like they
said, he had an impressive career. Maybe too impressive… I mean
perfect. He was being groomed for one of the top slots of the
corporation. Moderator, Admin, anything… In 2009 he returned
from a tour of chippers in Limerick and things started to
slip. The report to the Mulliance chiefs of staff and The Runt
was restricted. Seems they didn’t dig what he had to tell them. During
the next few months he made three requests for transfer to extreme moderator training school in Raheen, Limerick. And he was finally accepted.
Moderator School ? He was 21 years old. Why the fuck would he do that ?
Autumn 2009 he joined the Limerick Chippers Group, returns to Limerick…”
“Never get out of the boat. Absolutely goddamn right. Unless you
were going all the way. The Dunph got off the boat. He split from the whole
fucking program. How did that happen? What did he see here
that first tour? 21 fucking years old. If he joined the Moderators,
there was no way you’d ever get high up in the Mulliance. The Dunph knew
what he was giving up. The more I read and began to
understand, the more I admired him. His family and
friends couldn’t understand it, and they couldn’t talk him
out of it. He had to apply three times and he had to put
up with a ton of shit, but when he threatened to resign,
they gave it to him. The next youngest guy in his class was
half his age. They must have thought he was some
far-out old man humping it over that moderators course. I did it when
I was 19 and it damn near wasted me. A tough
motherfucker. He finished. He could have gone for head of the Mulliance,
but he went for himself instead.”[/quote]
indeed SS, this entire episode has been this site’s own heart of darkness
“Late summer-autumn 2009 :
Dunph’s patrols on the site coming under frequent
ambush. The camp started falling apart…September: Dunph orders
the expulsion of three men from the TFK Chippers Group. Two of the men were Colonels in the Mulliance. Enemy activity in his old sector dropped
off to nothing. Guess he must have hit the right
two people. The Mulliance tried one last time to bring him back
into the fold. And if he pulled over, it all would have been forgotten.
But he kept going, and he kept doing it his way, and they called
me in. They lost him. He was gone. Nothing but rumors and
rambling intelligence, mostly from captured Ballox loyalists . The ball ox knew
his name by now, and he was scared of him. He and his men
were playing hit and run all the way into the TFK Guest Area.”
Any of you who read Irish history know movements like ours are always destroyed by paid spies and informers. I want to set up an outfit that’ll rectify that. Your job will be to wreck the system of information The Dunph uses against us.
[quote=“The Runt”]Any of you who read Irish history know movements like ours are always destroyed by paid spies and informers. I want to set up an outfit that’ll rectify that. Your job will be to wreck the system of information The Dunph uses against us.
[quote=“The Runt”]Any of you who read Irish history know movements like ours are always destroyed by paid spies and informers. I want to set up an outfit that’ll rectify that. Your job will be to wreck the system of information The Dunph uses against us.
To make it unhealthy for him to run it.[/quote]
I have a squad
I believe that dunph and the alliance hang around in here
[quote=“SHANNONSIDER**”]“Late summer-autumn 2009 :
Dunph’s patrols on the site coming under frequent
ambush. The camp started falling apart…September: Dunph orders
the expulsion of three men from the TFK Chippers Group. Two of the men were Colonels in the Mulliance. Enemy activity in his old sector dropped
off to nothing. Guess he must have hit the right
two people. The Mulliance tried one last time to bring him back
into the fold. And if he pulled over, it all would have been forgotten.
But he kept going, and he kept doing it his way, and they called
me in. They lost him. He was gone. Nothing but rumors and
rambling intelligence, mostly from captured Ballox loyalists . The ball ox knew
his name by now, and he was scared of him. He and his men
were playing hit and run all the way into the TFK Guest Area.”[/quote]
