We remain here, stricken by a deep and irrevocable malice, our perception held in the bonds of mortal enmity, whilst our hearts and souls resonate to an orchestra of malignant fury.
The time of reckoning has come to our door, yet we attempt to hold its omniscient gaze from ourselves by continually peddling our own fears and egotistical sense of self worth. We do this by appealing ourselves to the greater masses, holding steadfast and pretending that the rage of the outside world would not dare penetrate our final retreat. The respite you and your heedless cronies so dearly crave has come to an end, the hand of that which you staved for so long has finally shattered your moral contentment and streched forth its clamy fingers to reclaim the social inequalities that we have brought upon our own distrusting selves. We can no longer refuse to regard the cryptic auspice that has been shone in our faces for longer than the moon wanes. Our misdeeds will cost us dear as we attempt to crawl from the graves that we have so fruitlessly dug for the duration of our inadequete existence.
The enemy sits in his tower with a grin most foul, contemplating further seasonings that would have those of pure mind sent to ruination. It is to this end that the righteous must stand tall and let loose the cry of battle. We can no longer sit upon our fears and judgements with a nonchalant attitude towards the fate of our social biosphere. We must rise through smoke and flame to temper the sword of justice with the hammer of freedom. Can we truely allow this adversary of scrupulous men to continue his misconduct without a word of reprise set against his foul propaganda ? I say this is no option, lest we wish to lose to the tides of woe all that we hold dear in our hearts and minds.
The time has come to accost his battlements, let him hear from across the celestial plains the cry of the righteous, as we roar in a unified fury to the sound of ethereal trumpets heralding a new age of liberation and freedom. We must not falter as we rush headstrong towards the armies of the fallen, as they brandish the villainous tools of deceit and distrust.
It is time that we reclaimed this world, this Earth. Set free our souls as all that was once terrible is washed away in a flood of divine justice. The dream is not yet lost, we can still make an effort to this effect, and we must do so with a gusto of strong intent. Let us shed the shackles that have held us for so long, and pass the horizon into a new age of Godly wonders.
FUCK OFF YOU PIECE OF FAGGOT SHITS jESUS cHRIST WHAT IS THIS? I HOPE YOU ALL ROT IN THE MAGGOT INFESTED EARTH LIKE THE WORTHLESS, OXYGEN SPONGES YOU ALL ARE. gET YOUR SEXUAL ORGANS LACERATED, YOUR FOURS LIMBS SHATTERED BETWEEN THE UNFALTERING WEIGHT OF A HAMMER UPON AN ANVIL, AND THEN GET ROASTED ALIVE WITH A PRETTY LITTLE APPLE IN YOUR INSIDIOUS FUCKING MOUTHS.
gOOD gOD THIS IS SH
I think it's time that we put an end to these overtly asinine little dears.
I'm not usually one to quash enjoyment on the BBS, in fact I'd probably consider myself one of the more lenient mods and if you could only glimpse my ban list, you'd know it. I like to see users having fun, even if it isn't to my particular taste, because after all this is only an internet forum at the end of the day, and what else are we here for if not some degree of amusement (Literary fellatio might serve as a reason, also)?
But seriously, kids, you're taking the piss out of this whole aura thing. In the span of circa 48 hours you've put it through the washer so many times that its amusement level has shrunk to nigh-on-nothing.
I understand that it might be fun to divide yourself up in to little camps, even if I don't see the joy in it, but when aura topics cover the entire front page and people start becoming seriously hostile to users with different coloured pixels behind their icon - then we have a problem. Equally irksome is the current amount of topics with the sole purpose of complaining about aforementioned aura problems.
So for the sake of my sanity - and anyone else with a sliver of sense - I honest to God implore you, shut the fuck up about auras. Because I'm ready to start banning for this shit.
LOVE YOU ALL KEKEKEKE ^________________^
Moderating post-redesign is an amusing frolic through the realms of nigh insanity.
Firstly, you have the endless slew of "OMG REDESIGNNNN" topics which will inevitably occur for the next five days - the users posting it entirely discounting the fact that the first page is already saturated with similar tattle. Then you have the "This shit sucks, I want old NG" nihilistic darlings posting, attempting to seem cool and retro by announcing their love for anything old (Thereby establishing themselves as a long time user, no doubt); thinking they'll be inherently awesome by extension.
Then some little kiddy-winks discover how to post news topics, and all common sense goes out the Windows%u2122 as the morons swarm around biting at the heels of intellect as they post their drivel, never once considering the inevitable consequences.
It's a roller-coaster ride of endless fun, folks. A tootiliscious joy maker.
But hey - I get a golden-aura, right?