TOPIC: [Ban Appeal] ZARP SSRP ZARP NaFe

Name - Nafe
STEAM-ID - STEAM_0:0:80532056
Link to Steam Profile: steamcommunity.com/id/peasants/
Admins Name - Lerpson
Reason - Doxing
Server - SSRP
Time - A really long time.
Story - I was being chased by a hitman, I was the mayor, in a deep state of panic I released a cryptic lockdown message to my deepstate followers so they knew that was an inside job and that I would never kill myself. Unfortunately the meaning behind my cryptic message was leaked by what I can only assume was an Antifa member who had managed to infiltrate one of my followers groups. The meaning behind this message? The location of my murderer...
Proof - N/a
Extra Information - I have since spoken to the victim outside of character and they have forgiven me.

handlign

after a long chat with lerpson

i never spoke to him keep him banned
he was doxing mer

BigNice245 wrote: who's Mer?

ZARP Drone Pilot wrote:

Nafe wrote: That fella looks pretty happy, are we sure he is upset about this so-called doxing?

ZARP Drone Pilot wrote: I think it would be highly impractical for him to be upset over such a thing.

Sam the Sausage wrote:
Can we lock this thread and remove all posts after the accepted message, thanks atmin

Jaden. wrote:
I was quite proud of my Murr joke so i'd prefer if it was just locked

When I have a rough day I like to go to the corner store and get a 6 pack of steel reserve and a pack of eagle 20s. Then I grab my trust bag of clonazolam powder and dip my thumb in for a taste and wash it down with a delicious, refreshing beer. After that I slouch on my couch drooling with a cigarette dangerously drooping from my mouth, getting closer to falling until I hear my neighbor pull up. This sets me off because they should know that any sign of another’s existence will ruin my benzo trip. I stumble to my closet and grab my shotgun because no single mom and her kid are going to ruin my night after a long day. I start digging for my shotgun shells in my night stand, and pull out two buck shot. As I’m rushing to the window to seek my righteous vengeance I trip over my own feet and fall, smacking my head on the nightstand, causing my gun to discharge through the ceiling, creating an instant skylight. I lay on the ground enjoying the view of the sky and slowly drift off to sleep. Idk just something about this ritual really helps me reconnect with myself and find my center