Like the lyrics of a song, your words do flow.
And nary can I imagine what you've been thro'.
While it has been fun, I'm sure you understand,
You shall remain fucking banned.

As this topic has now reached ninety posts, I think it is time for a refreshment break.

On those grounds, I'ma give each of you a cookie of cure light wounds.

Except Fenris.

He gets a cookie of cure awesome wounds instead, since mods have a higher max hp.


Also, juice boxes are on the table.

Oster being the lone exception?

He needs to think about what he's done!

There are no mods.

It's all an illusion, a lie perpetrated by a civilization long dead to bring order to the land through fear. A scary story told to children to make them behave, or else the evil mods will come into their rooms at night and steal them away to the dreaded "Island of the Banned", where the rivers and user titles run red with the blood of countless sinners forced to toil away in the RaiRO mines. The myth went unquestioned for so long that, over the centuries, it became dogma, and now these fairytale creatures are the basis of our very law.

Do not be afraid, my people! There is no boogyman waiting in the dark! Come out! Come out and play!

Yep come out and play, that guy in the van is totally not a mod. You preach heresy POS. Fouler than the cheek of the Lavender Scandinavian, for that you will burn.

In summation

He's a witch!

On Fenris' post, it's uh a test. That's right a trial from above. Keep worshipping and pass the collections to the front.

I will not be silenced, false prophet! You and your ilk have led these people astray for too long!

Hell, POS didn't even think of that avatar first. He's just copying Totsumanu.