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Originally Posted by Lune
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You keep using that word to describe how things work here.
Is it competition to race your mate dragging your ballsacks across a field of broken glass?
Is it competition when someone brings donuts into work and you rush to them in a frenzied sprint to grab as many as you can?
Or when you try to hail a taxi and you're screaming "FTE! FTE!", and when one shows up you throw a javelin at the driver, then shove and claw your way inside?
Then at the end of the day you go home to your dumpster and alleycat family, and say "Boy, that was fun. I sure bested all of them. Hailed four fucking cabs". Then you drift off to sleep wondering whether you'll make it through the night without a restauranteur dumping a half eaten pizza in the alley, to which you'll need to race a pack of stray dogs.
But you'll sleep comfortably, until then; after all, you relish the competition.
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This must be Motec, and yes, the points are very apt