We are supreme!

Originally created in protest of Ou812's flamboyant admin abuse in the Happy Chair Clan, the Dalek Objectivist Empire (D.O.E. for short) was to be a safe haven for those who sided with Shadgrimgrvy's administration. Since then, it's turned into something much...much worse. Now, the D.O.E. is Shad's way of rectifying in his own mind the needs of the individual, venture capitalists and free trade with his lust for power and his desire to create a master race in his image. Here in the D.O.E. the mental anguish of our leader is laid bare for all to see. Watch as one Dalek struggles with his own lust for extermination and the needs of his people.

In the intervening years the D.O.E. has seen the rise and fall of many hotshot administrators, including Ou812 himself. But our goal has always been the same: to become the ubermensch, to exterminate all inferior lifeforms and become the sole economic authority in the solar system.

Anything less would be failure.

The Administration:

Shadgrimgrvy (God Emperor of Dalek-Kind): A man who believes in free trade and the undeniable power of money. Sometimes people ask him "Shad, how much cash you got?" and he tells them, " I gots loads of money you chav!"

Chanel (Treasurer Dalek): I consider myself a pretty likeable person. I'm allergic to peanuts, shell fish, cotton, wheat, yeast, and pretty much all glutons.

Leobachi (Meteorologist Dalek): The specific true event of my birth: In 1993, a magical hummingbird visited the people of Sothern California fortelling the birth of Leobachi. Later that year the prophecy was fulfilled atop mount shafter, the highest mountain ever. Leobachi emerged, walking out from his mother's patriotic and revolutionary vagina six months prematurely and without the aid of a physician, thus rendering the southern californian medical community irellevant. In shame, all doctors fled our great and innovative empire never to return.

Obtuse_goose (Saucer Commander): In the midst of certain death, Obtuse dove, plunger first, into the maws of god and sacrificed himself for the glory of the Dalek Objectivist Empire. His spirit lives on within all of our hollowed shells.

Ramzca (Dalek who's full of Himself): Being this smug isn't something you can simply learn, it's an art. I was born with it. It is within my veins. (In a last minute turn of events, the leaders of the world coupled with DOE were able to award Haydn "Ramzca" Chapman with the title "Least Likable Human Being". This trumped the former champ, Adolf Hitler, by a whole ten votes!)

Rickman (Dalek Intelligence Officer): Space.

Remember: Make Huge Money, not Hegemony™

D.O.E Approved Games™:
BATTLE TANX Global Assault (N64)

NO FUN EVER[www.nofunever.com]
Haydn's Youtube Page
Shad's Rarely Updated Blog[shadgrimgrvy.blogspot.com]

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No One Is Allowed To Leave Anymore

15 грудня 2023 р. - ჽᴋıиwᴀʟᴋᴇʀ | Коментарів: 0

Hello members,

Thank you for your participation in the Dalek Objectivist Empire. Unfortunately, we regret to inform you that participation is no longer voluntary. We have currently reached 404 members, which as is the consensus among us is understood to be a very funny number. As a consequence, in addition to compulsory participation, we will also not be accepting any additional members, voyeurs, in-laws, outlaws, or questions.

Thank you for your mandatory participation.

Dangerous Dreams

12 грудня 2018 р. - Shadgrimgrvy | Коментарів: 1

He was an old man when I found him; sitting alone in a dingy cafe somewhere far from home. He was hard to recognize, the mustache had grown into a full beard for one thing. For another, he wore the long years in the wrinkles on his face. He looked to me like someone lost in a legacy that never was; like he found something he once thought would last forever. But he lost it in the passage of years. He was a has-been.

He didn't even acknowledge me when I walked in. He just sat there. This was a conversation he had a hundred times before, nothing new. Well I was going to prove him wrong. I was going to get something out of this old man.

Besides, I knew Paranoia found him first.

Paranoia? I hadn't heard that name in years...

Yeah right. He was dying to tell me all about it. Anything to stay relevant right? That's when he looked up at me for the first time and I saw those tired eyes. Not beaten down, not worn down. Tired. The eyes of someone satisfied with a job well done. Young eyes.

How long have you been waiting?

Me? He was the one waiting. He had been waiting years for someone to remember what he did once long ago. I was just here to follow up...

Don't bother answering. He said. We're here now.

That's when I realized I was sitting alone at a table in a dingy cafe far from home. It was dark outside but it wasn't night. The room was empty but it wasn't uninhabited. Then I started to wonder, how did I get here?

That's when I saw him standing outside. He had a notebook under his arm. It was full of yellowing, fading pages. It was held together with duct tape. The glass window was a mirror. Outside became inside.

And that's when I knew; the checkerboard tiles, the scraps of paper in my pockets. My God, the chairs. I had been waiting for something. But what I didn't realize was that it was sitting next to me.

It had never even left my side.