Argo Has Left RM Forever: Remember him here

[doug rr]

[BurtReynolds]

Look we all hate argo but that's no reason to disinvite him from RM.

[E.H. Ruddock]

I love Argo

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Dev]

i shall drink an NA beverage in his honor

Bahaha

Maybe you should quit, Argo

Sounds like trag is one of your only fans

[Dev]

Oh man, sucks to be Argo

[Ello Sailor]

Argo sucks but if he's the underdog in this mess I'll have no choice but to rally around him. To raise him up.

[macphisto]

He abused his power in the Discord chat, and I’ll never forget that. Then he melted down when somebody joked about knocking his block off. I’ll never forget that either!

Enjoy the big dinner party in the sky, guy.

[Dev]

Argo sucks but if he's the underdog in this mess I'll have no choice but to rally around him. To raise him up.

He's not underdog. He's status quo on RM. One of the big dogs. Has all the inside scoops

[BurtReynolds]

He's the beating heart of Rm.

[Dev]

He's the beating heart of Rm.

What No

[tree_]

What is RM but a collective group of misanthropes trying to be thropes. Argo has a heart

[Bammer]

Argo … which one is she again?

[Jorge]

He is my sweet boy, and I hope he finds peace

[Dev]

This is so fucked up.

[Anders]

This forum needs an active Argo.

[Higgs]

He should be return as an angry version of argo - theagronaut.

[epilogue]

ARGO IS BACK!

[washing machine]

Noo

[Norah]

welcome back asher