Random Acts of Stupidity

I can't beleive Steve mustered the gusto to take the five minutes necessary to rebuild what was an otherwise unknown and unloved internet phenominon. Who am I kidding though, nobody gave a shit about the site 2 years ago, nobody gives a shit about it now, and we probably wont even be doing it in two years. However, the majority of the work is all but done. R.A.O.S. Will soon be done primarily through blogspot. Which of course will be my job to set everything up. Since Steves lazy black ass is sitting behind me playing Gun AKA everything Red Dead Revolver was supposed to be, but wasn't.

Also, Fuck you Steve! I didn't bust my ass for 3 years and put my body through a type of living hell reserved for most Richard Simmons customers for your punk ass to refer to me as a semi Professional. You can Kiss my Natural black ass.

Alex~

It's odd. I can remember a time four years ago when I said I would walk away from this site and never return to it's mead filled halls of glory. But much like a fine wine... certain things only grow tastier with age. And the allure of these things becomes too much to resist.

But I'm getting ahead of myself... much has changed since the days of yore. CJ might as well be a spectre with a voice attatched simply for the sake of phone communication, Sean is in Missouri wallowing in a feeding troth, and Alex now wrestles semi-professionaly on a pretty regular basis. And as for myself? Well... I've been keeping busy.

But what happened to RAOS? None who knew remained, and those who did know and also remained were either really busy or drunk. It was time for someone to take the old busted ass sword of bitterness that was RAOS, and forge it anew into something fierce, and pointy, and all sharp and shit.

The doors have been opened to the great halls of RAOS once again. Let us forever reside in it's cavernous offerings of mead, women, and food.

Ragius Maximus,
Editor in Chief
Imperial Consulate