Banhammer

[Discreetly Upwind]

New Mod's on MX. I see people missing. Who the hell got banned?!

[Tash]

I can't find it.... *mutters*

If I do I'll PM it to you. ^-^

*sighs*
Hannah I'm probably not going to be at school tomorrow.

[Pugz]

Aww cheers Tash.

*Could probably do with finding an agent first*

*Should clean up the story first...like editing out the word 'fuck' from every other page XD*

Why aren't you going to school? Are you skiving?

[Tash]

No, I'm at school now.

However I'm dreadfully ill; dreadful cold, dizziness and oh yes, I've just had my life shattered.

Tomorrow I'm probably going to stay at home beause I really am ill. However all my time will be spent creating a Ning site so damn good that anyone who stays in MX will be mad.
Then I'm going to devise ways to get people to join my lovely site.
Then I'm going to write more angry sad and generally devastated speeches and poems for my friends to post on MX for me ^-^.

[Dontkillchic]

Tash don't talk like that, you make me sad...v.v.

Just so you know, I am educating Ellie via email what NOT to do on MX

[Pugz]

What not to do on MX:

Do not express an opinion about the books, JP or the mods/site owner.
Do not attempt to educate the noobs in spelling and/or grammar.
Do not create a group with the word 'Army' in it, even if you're harmless. *Goes to check if the other Armies are there...yes they are.*
Do not create a group with the name 'Nathan' along side the word 'Army'.
Do not hold an intelligent conversation about the books.
Do not hold an intelligent conversation in general.
Do not mention the word 'Figgy'.
Do not express a negative opinion on Fax.
Do not mention the word 'Anti'. It scares the mods.

Failure to comply to these rules will result in you being shot out of a cannon.

...That's all i can think of...

Oh wow, this is going on my blog.

[Tash]

*giggles*

That's good.

I'm back bitches! Lets say I've got a friend who's real good with computers who hacked cleverly managed to get my IP of the URL of my computer.

You'll have to figure out which ones me. If you want to know PM me.

[Doomy]

I'll come here as often as I fucking can. And I intend to swear a lot, just for the fucking hell of it.

[Tash]

*huggles*
Thank you. *half smiles*
We need an emotional out let, love.
So swear as much as you damn well want.

[Dontkillchic]

You means Kynan O.O The day I go crawling to him for computer help is the day I get madder than I already am.

[Tash]

If I had a site I wouldn't ever ban anyone for more than a week. Why? Because if that person's a dedicated member, they're going to come back anyway, if they're not a week ban would be all it took to keep them away.

It's beyond stupid telling people not to come back, what do they expect of us; that we're cold lifeless beings that have no attachments and no friends?
People who would just go 'Oh I'm banned, I don't think I'll go back.'

Notice how it's only us, (the anti's and legionnaires) who go on regularly. Yes they have hundreds of other Noobs but they only go on now and then.

Recently we got accused of travelling in packs. Well that's just plain idiocy.
The reason why we often see each other is because we're the only member's who regularly go on. When I see a friend's post in a forum I think one of two things;

1. Oh, looks like they’ve got that thread covered, I'll look at the next one which someone I don't know has posted in.

2. Hey, there's my friend, I'd like to talk to them, let’s go see how they are and what they're doing on that thread.


Only then if I find someone being rude or unjust to my friend I start protecting them. If I agree with what they're saying I'll post a comment saying I agree.
I don't go around the forums looking for 'trouble' I go around trying to add to other people's knowledge, benefit my own and heck, have fun whilst doing so.
They're my friends for a reason. Would I really be a good friend if every time I saw my 'mates' posts I ignore them?
I don't think so.

On another note; who's noticed what a cold heartless bitch ModKaty is?
She tells you stuff, and is nice one second, next thing you know she’s, well…
She as good as blackmailed me. She goes around trying to be all 'understanding' does she even care? Nope.

She then goes around telling us to stop harassing people, completely ignoring the bloody hate threads created about me. She ignores the fact that I make friends with everyone I talk to. She ignores the fucking fact that I did my damndest not to break the rules.

And she's a bloody coward.
Yes she tells me why I was banned; do you really think I wanted to know that? It would have been better that you hadn't told me. That you hadn't rubbed into my face the fact that you hate me so much you'd ban me because I was being sarcastic.

Did the bastards even bother reading the comment after that post? No.

Want to read the comment after my post?
Here you go:

Me:
Spelling is appalling.
Grammar even worse.
And geez kid, get a life.

Them (I can't remember their name, bless.):

I do hav a life,
And I can spell!!!

Me:
I was being sarcastic Hon,
'Tis my way.

Them:
ok then i'm sarcatic somtimes to.

Me:
Correct your spelling and add me Hon, you're not a lost cause yet.

Them:
Lost cause!?

Me:
There is hope for you. XD

Them:
Okay... Friend?

Me:
What the heck, I might as well. Yeah, you can be my friend.




Hmm, me thinks the Mods really don't like me.

[Tash]

Here's a poem about how I feel about being banned...

My shadow’s there, through light of day,
The brittle wind that my heart shakes,
Come the night, lost far away,
I fly alone for my mistakes.

Hear the cry on morning leave,
But still a comrade do thee crave,
And my silent companion beside me,
But sorrow sinks in hollow caves.

Alone through skies of Harrow blue,
Here my plea, my humble cry,
In doubt of life I find not you,
Alone, alone, beg you why not I?

Forget my sorrows do you say,
And begin not my feeble plight,
You say you’re there, and to you I pray,
But why do I traverse a solo flight?

Why do thou pledge immortal grief?
When not with true sorrow do you weep?
Depart mine sins of harsh relief,
And callous despair dare thee seep.

Fallow is the bitter woe,
In time of hardship pilgrims greet,
To what lands do these harsh winds blow?
If not home, then where do thy meet?

Pardoned crimes in bitter angst,
Meek is mine, but not is yours,
Wash thee the deck of darkened planks,
And close not mire, but wooden doors.

Fathom seeks as Fathom might,
Shadows fall from yonder moon,
Forbidden is enlightened sight,
If time shall tell, tell not it soon.

Scream your mercy, scream you life,
Doomed are they, who follow the trail,
If not the maid, your shallow wife,
For all who seek are deemed to fail.

Excuses on your burdened lip,
Lift the saint, from which you fly,
Cleanse your hand and Holy trip,
And wonder not child, wonder why.

Question not the unjust rule,
On thy own head hang thy pitied voice,
For no God’s hand shalt be do cruel,
Nor shall he impose with lack thee choice.

Pointed tips spark feuded war,
In battle grounds blood is spilt.
And not in peace does shine mine star,
But indeed the reddened roses wilt.

Has thee forgotten where thou stands?
Unspoiled valour what the flow,
These are not your hated lands,
But stained are they from doth hammer’s blow.

Lonely is the child that screams.
Forlorn the prison walls that bar the way,
And dust thy dare in spite to dream?
And honoured are they whom privileged stay.

Terror shuns the modest like,
With mine raging water’s blatant greed,
What the hammer dare to strike?
What the hour that martyrs plead?

Forgotten moments are reborn,
To be wiped clean with desperate tears,
Not with anguish, but what with scorn?
Doth love be shattered with putrid fear?

Hatred turns to hated men,
Marked are souls with kindled wrath,
Far lost are they who deem repent,
But I walk alone, on broken paths.

[Pugz]

Tash!

What happened this time? Did they discover your secret identity?