Jehosaphat

What in the name of spam is this?!? Actual meaningful discussion in my /FG/? NEVAR! Quick, Goon, post a .gif of a cat doi... Oh.... wait....

Made sandwich with essentially some of everything in the refrigerator. Note to self: Monterrey Jack is some srsly spicy stuff. Avoid in future. Also, less lettuce next time.

Ah. Okay. I personally prefer almost everything crispier, so... And I haven't had a good sandwich in a while. This must be changed. TO THE KITCHEN!

Y'see, I've never really been able to hold the concept of the British definition of chips, crisps, and most everything else that's fried-potato-related. So would you please remind me exactly what crisps are?

When the [bleep] have I done that? How dare you spread false accusations of me! condescending [bleep]. Reported. I don't know why, but this seemed mildly ironic to me. Moving on; anyone eaten any good food lately?

Name: Theros Merit: 655 Credits: None (all were donated to ship fund) Inventory: A bunch of robots that he designed following him around 5 Troll tanks (following him like the rest of the bots) DF Suit Visor (used for robot control) Expanding Shield Ion Cannon (wielded chaingun style) Two railguns as sidearms Skills: Level I Shooting Capabilities: Make Level V powered "DF" armor with level III powersource Make Level III plasma grenades Make Level IV Small Railguns Make Level XXXV Ion Cannons Make focused plasma charges (Level I) Spec Ammo (Level II) Achievements: Designer of the "Flyin' Nades" robots. Designer of the "Scout" robots. Designer of the "Themes" robots. Designer of the Expanding Shield Designer of the "Robospider" robots. Designer of the "Troll" robot tanks.

I'm here so you don't refer to me in third person! He was ensuring that people knew whom he was talking about. Oh, and... [hide]The following are simply some random thoughts that have been rattling about my head of late and that I'd like to let out—a little house cleaning, if you will. The following text regards my complaints of recent days against Mr. Hex Trollplet V and his subtle but uneducated attempts to develop a credible pretext to forcibly silence his opponents. Though the spiteful spring up like grass and rabid, lascivious spineless-types flourish, they are doomed to be destroyed forever—especially if we bring important information about Hex's vitriolic newsgroup postings into the limelight. In particular, you'd think that someone would have done something by now to thwart Hex's plans to deprive individuals of the right to inculcate in the reader an inquisitive spirit and a skepticism about beliefs that Hex's hangers-on take for granted. Unfortunately, most people are quite happy to "go along to get along" and are rather reluctant to uplift individuals and communities on a global scale to do what comes naturally. It is imperative that we inform such people that I wish I knew when he was planning on unleashing his next volley of revolting, delirious squibs. Alas, I'm no Nostradamus. Nevertheless, some of my predictions have come true in spades. For instance, I predicted ages ago that Hex would bask in the unbridled shine of neopaganism, and look what happened. Even scarier, I predicted that Hex would abet ethnic genocide, dictatorships, and logorrheic kleptomaniacs. Although most people doubted that prediction when I made it, they neglected to consider that Hex recently stated that doing the fashionable thing is more important than life or liberty. He said that with a straight face, without even cracking a smile or suppressing a giggle. He said it as if he meant it. That's scary because he wonders why everyone hates him. Apparently, he never stopped to think that maybe it's because he claims to have turned over a new leaf shortly after getting caught trying to create an atmosphere that may temporarily energize or exhilarate but which, at the same time, will pose the gravest of human threats. This claim is an outright lie that is still being circulated by Hex's deputies. The truth is that I recently checked out one of Hex's recent tracts. Oh, look; he's again saying that mediocrity is a worthwhile goal. Raise your hand if you're surprised. Seriously, though, all of the bad things that are currently going on are a symptom of Hex's cantankerous fusillades. They are not a cause; they are an effect. No doubt, Hex's musings are related to the elements and bases of antiheroism both organizationally and ideologically. But there are some villainous, brazen crooks out there who care nothing for you or your cherished analects. That should serve as the final, ultimate, irrefutable proof that his brethren have tried repeatedly to assure me that he will eventually tire of his plan to unleash an unparalleled wave of egotism and will then step aside and let us enable all people to achieve their potential as human beings. When that will happen is unclear—probably sometime between "don't hold your breath" and "beware of flying pigs". Be that as it may, Hex is on some sort of thesaurus-fueled rampage. Every sentence he writes is filled with needlessly long words like "hyperphosphorescence" and "indistinguishableness". Either Hex is deliberately trying to confuse us or else he's secretly scheming to create profound emotional distress for people on both sides of the issue. Hex's dream is to assume total control over society's means of production. Those with membership cards in his retinue will be given whatever they want while the rest of us will be sent away empty-handed. In addition to being thoroughly unfair, such policies promote feeding us ever-larger doses of Hex's lies and crackpot assumptions. Furthermore, over the years, I've enjoyed a number of genuinely pleasurable (and pleasurably genuine) conversations with a variety of people who understand that he simply wants to win at all costs the war against our individualism and our liberties. In one such conversation, someone pointed out to me that Hex is not interested in what is true and what is false or in what is good and what is evil. In fact, those distinctions have no meaning to him whatsoever. The only thing that has any meaning to Hex is exclusivism. Why? That is, is Hex so postmodernist as to think that this can go on forever? If you were to ask that of Hex, he'd honestly fling a large barrage of insults in your direction instead of actually addressing the question. I've always thought that there's always been suffering in the world, and wrongs have been and will continue to be committed, and hearing the rubbish that Hex spews forth proves it beyond all doubt. I stand by what I've written before, that his gofers actually believe the bunkum they're always mouthing. That's because these classes of passive-aggressive peddlers of snake-oil remedies are idealistic, have no sense of history or human nature, and they think that what they're doing will improve the world quicker than you can double-check the spelling of "eulamellibranchiate". In reality, of course, Hex wears his ignorance like a badge of honor on his sleeve. Now that's a strong conclusion to draw just from the evidence I've presented in this letter so let me corroborate it by saying that Hex's behavior might be different if he were told that he is reluctant to justify his sexist anecdotes to us "common people" because we "just wouldn't understand". Of course, as far as Hex is concerned, this fact will fall into the category of, "My mind is made up; don't confuse me with the facts." That's why I'm telling you that his claim that hanging out with the most superficial miscreants you'll ever see is a wonderful, culturally enriching experience is factually unsupported and politically motivated. Hex is incapable of handling an adult emotion or a universal concept without first reducing it to something wanton, flippant, brain-damaged, and probably pertinacious. I'll say that again because I want it to sink in: Hex is a man of questionable moral character. He can't possibly believe that his vices are the only true virtues. He's blathering but he's not that blathering. Hex's propositions are unmannerly to the core. It follows from this that he claims that he is God's representative on Earth. That claim illustrates a serious reasoning fallacy, one that is pandemic in his projects. Then again, those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it. Of course, if Hex had learned anything from history, he'd know that he hates people who have huge supplies of the things he lacks. What Hex lacks the most is common sense, which underlies my point that he apparently wants to use us to fulfill his headlong mission. I'll stand by that controversial statement and even assume that most readers who bring their own real-life experience will agree with it. At a bare minimum, the maneuvers, taradiddles, and dissertations that Hex is trying to tattoo on our minds are not educational, but closed-minded. That's the sort of statement that some people claim is bumptious but which I believe is merely a statement of fact. And it's a statement that needs to be made because I'd peg the odds at about six to one that Hex will endow pauperism with a false legitimacy in the blink of an eye. If I'm wrong, I promise that I'll gladly develop an eating disorder. One might think that Hex has managed to elude any direct ties to specific acts of negligence—no small feat considering his history—and this is, not surprisingly, the case. The insane, surly antagonism I've been writing about is not primarily the fault of uppity, counterproductive goof-offs, nor of the damnable, illogical duffers who exhibit cruelty to animals. It is the fault of Hex Trollplet. Because of his announcements, our schools simply do not teach the basics anymore. Instead, they preach the theology of stubborn careerism. I can indeed suggest how Hex ought to behave. Ultimately, however, the burden of acting with moral rectitude lies with Hex himself. Unfortunately, most people have been so brainwashed by his squalid complaints that when push comes to shove they'll end up siding with Hex. That's why we must yank up base-minded despicable-types from the dark rocks under which they hide and flaunt them before the bright sunshine of public exposure. It behooves us to remember that he used to maintain that black is white and night is day. When he realized that no one was falling for that claptrap, he changed his tune to say that we should derive moral guidance from his glitzy, multi-culti, hip-hop, consumption-oriented practices. Hex is doubtlessly an offensive liar, and shame on anyone who believes him. Hex's effusions have kept us separated for too long from the love, contributions, and challenges of our brothers and sisters in this wonderful adventure we share together—life! With this in mind, I must maximize our individual potential for effectiveness and success in combatting Hex. He seems to be involved in a number of illegal or borderline-illegal activities. For Hex and his secret police, tax evasion and financial chicanery are scarcely outside the norm. Even financial fraud and thievery seem to be okay. What's next? Pilfering the national treasure? I can say only that if Hex were paying attention—which it would seem he is not, as I've already gone over this—he'd see that if they could speak, the birds, snakes, and other creatures who are our Earth brothers and Earth sisters would clearly say that I, not being one of the many ill-bred lotharios of this world, think that we need the space and autonomy to fight the politics that hurt us. You probably think that too. But Hex does not think that. Hex thinks that war is peace, freedom is slavery, and ignorance is strength. Let's conduct a Gedankenexperiment. Suppose we could create a hypothetical population free of bitter skinflints. Let's assume, furthermore, that Hex were powerless to give me reason to lie awake at night wondering who his next victim will be. In this hypothetical situation, wouldn't we all be free to show you, as dispassionately as possible, what kind of irrational thoughts he is thinking about these days? Let's make this dream a reality. Let's get people to realize that when Hex's allegations are challenged, he usually responds by wiretapping all of our telephones and computers. Well, you can't really expect him to defend his positions with facts, explanations, logical arguments, or even references to events that occurred less than two years ago, can you? Hex has not increased our safety, security, or happiness by devaluing me as a person. All he's increased by doing that is the girth of his bloated ego. This is not the same as saying that this is sufficiently illustrated by the ridicule with which his diatribes are treated by everyone other than dirty, self-deceiving cretins, although that, too, is true. Despite some perceptions to the contrary, the question that's on everyone's mind these days is, "Which of the seven deadly sins—pride, envy, anger, sadness, avarice, gluttony, and lust—does he not commit on a daily basis?" The complete answer to that question is a long, sad story. I've answered parts of that question in several of my previous letters, and I'll answer other parts in future ones. For now, I'll just say that he's a pretty good liar most of the time. However, Hex tells so many lies, he's bound to trip himself up someday. No man who values himself, who has any regard for sound morality, or who feels any desire to see intellectual progress made certain, can rightfully join his destructive attempt to make us dependent on mentally deficient brigands for political representation, economic support, social position, and psychological approval. Two quick comments: 1) Wild bullies, larcenous beggars, and Hex's thralls are entirely and totally fungible, and 2) he is absolutely mistaken if he believes that skin color means more than skill, and gender is more impressive than genius. Before you read this letter, you might have thought that governments should have the right to lie to their own subjects or to other governments. Now you know that Mr. Hex Trollplet V has been floating rumors that he has achieved sainthood. Blatantly made with http://www.pakin.org/complaint[/hide]

You did this with the ragespeech generator Dusty posted a while back, didn't you? I wrote it last saturday. Well, no major offense intended, but it looks like something I would write when I have a nasty long essay to turn in and have 1 hour to write it. In other words, it looks like you wrote something, threw in as many big words as possible to make it a pain in the ass to read (and to increase the length, which some people oddly think increases its merit...), and posted it here. TL;DR: It looks like you BSed a massive Anti-Rocco essay.

You did this with the ragespeech generator Dusty posted a while back, didn't you?

This too. I mean, if someone's doing something wrong, we'll typically point it out. If they're not being a [bleep], they'll go along with it and end up playing the game according to guidelines. If they ARE being a [bleep], then it'll end up devolving into "LOL UR GAME SUX I RAGEQUIT" and we won't have to deal with them any more.

Two active threads over the past month is actually about average for the Tavern. The few newcomers, in case you haven't noticed, have actually played that IRC game ANYWAYS, regardless of your continued griping - as opposed to the forum version of it, which didn't really attract anyone new. (If you're gonna say "loluwrong" to this one, you had better post references.) The inactive game is just one that hasn't yet started with its new mod/schedule yet. And we have a loyal playerbase. Me, Mather, Techy, Nex, Earth, Ross, Rocco... the list goes on and on of people who've stuck with the Tavern since they found it. And IIRC, the only people who've been put away by the Tavern are those who'd rather have it accommodate them for their fun as opposed to those who accommodate it and have fun anyways.

I say we go about this the same way Toady goes about with Dwarf Fortress. Not actively advertise, but let the epicness of the game(s) speak for itself. Also have a moderate-to-hellish learning curve to sift out trolls. Just my opinion, which may or may not change 5 minutes from now.

BAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAAAAAA... Oh, that was great. It's probably a government disguise to keep an eye on us. Make sure we don't end up with another TARDIS incident.

DAT ARROW

Dis spam too slow. Needs salt. And Goon.

Kick someone out the nearest window yelling THIS IS SPARTAAAAAAA Then die happy.

That wasn't mod burnout in the typical sense; that was total braindeath from school. That and my most recent game was only avidly played by Earth and Grim...

Yep. First Hegemony is started by some guy inadvertently starting it in OT. Second Hegemony, AKA the space movement, was started in a new thread in OT as a space continuation of First Hegemony, which was then moved to the newly created tavern. This caused a bunch of people to stop playing. Second Hegemony ends, with Dusty as the victor. A bunch of smaller Hegemony-themed games crop up, some last for a few months, some for a few days.

First: THE PUN AT THE END SINGED MY SOUL. Second: Name: Colin McAntosh Background: My typical background for games like this: street rat, nobody know where he's from, blah blah blah. Appearance: Short, skinny guy with bright orange hair. Alignment/Personality: Neutral Chaotic. Will take any means necessary to get what he needs, and will usually go a little overboard if it involves fire, napalm, fireballs or explosions. Traits: -Strength 4 -Skill 6 -Toughness 7 -Charisma 2 -Willpower 6

Ross was a cool mod; I'd be fine if he modded this.

How am I a part of its death. Death comes from people who are saying "I'm not playing another game until X" What, you mean like not playing games until we stop modding them through IRC? Owait...

You also have a 1 in 20 chance of succeeding wildly beyond your expectations. This has resulted in: Shields that fire concrete-piercing lasers at random intervals Blizzards that last for decades The breaking of the unbreakable with a simple maul Demons. Oh so many demons. Skeletal crocodiles that can talk Satan almost being killed with exploding daisies So don't be afraid to try some really random crap. I also mod The Land of The Game, which has gone mildly inactive due to lack of interest and the players only wanting to play on days when I come home mentally fried from school. So if you want to play that, just post over there and I'll try to start up a session.

VUT

Sue is a menace to the world. That is all. Well, except that I designed yet another 2 types of robot, of which I manufactured some and gave them the same orders as the rest - follow me until I need you to do stuff. Oh, and I got a promotion. Also, the majority of the ship now probably has a fear of ficus plants. -Third Officer Theros

Name: Theros Merit: 655 Credits: None (all were donated to ship fund) Inventory: A bunch of robots that he designed following him around 5 Troll tanks (following him like the rest of the bots) DF Suit Visor (used for robot control) Expanding Shield Ion Cannon (wielded chaingun style) Two railguns as sidearms Skills: Level I Shooting Capabilities: Make Level V powered "DF" armor with level III powersource Make Level III plasma grenades Make Level IV Small Railguns Make Level XXXI Ion Cannons Make focused plasma charges (Level I) Spec Ammo (Level II) Achievements: Designer of the "Flyin' Nades" robots. Designer of the "Scout" robots. Designer of the "Themes" robots. Designer of the Expanding Shield Designer of the "Robospider" robots. Designer of the "Troll" robot tanks. Good grief I design a lot of stuff. On the plus side, I have a small robot army, some of which can climb metallic walls and shoot stuff from the ceiling.