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[[File:ITOE90point9wontplayyoursongs.png|thumb|left|280px|''Built this city on rock and roll.'']] | [[File:ITOE90point9wontplayyoursongs.png|thumb|left|280px|''Built this city on rock and roll.'']] | ||
Over the next three weeks more and more rock radio stations, all of them owned by the [[OFTL]], blacklist your band, but you ain't give a single fuck. You laugh and cheer when radical fans hurl Molotov cocktails at boycotting stations, telling the press that you'd burn 'em all down if you could. When reports get out that one of the stations was destroyed in an ensuing blaze, you display no remorse at all, egging your fans on to do even more! | Over the next three weeks more and more rock radio stations, all of them owned by the [[OFTL]], blacklist your band, but you ain't give a single fuck. You laugh and cheer when radical fans hurl Molotov cocktails at boycotting stations, telling the press that you'd burn 'em all down if you could. When reports get out that one of the stations was destroyed in an ensuing blaze, you display no remorse at all, egging your fans on to do even more! | ||
Latest revision as of 01:44, 8 March 2012
Over the next three weeks more and more rock radio stations, all of them owned by the OFTL, blacklist your band, but you ain't give a single fuck. You laugh and cheer when radical fans hurl Molotov cocktails at boycotting stations, telling the press that you'd burn 'em all down if you could. When reports get out that one of the stations was destroyed in an ensuing blaze, you display no remorse at all, egging your fans on to do even more!
They want to fuck with you? The OFTL can suck your dick. You buy two hundred AK-47s at a gun show, and arm your most hardcore fans with them, providing them with the grounds of your mansion for a target range. You have a small private army; even the local cops don't dare fuck with you.
Within weeks, your private army has swollen to seven hundred armed members, and you have a haram of woman eager to please you. You openly grow weed and smoke fatties outdoors on your porch, waving you cock at the intruding paparazzi press cameras. A legendary rebel. Nothing can stop you!