Khuutra said:
If that's thee case, I can see why he would drop out of the position. |
It's not that strict. 
Though I assume admins can see the mod job queue and see who is online. So if they see a large amount of mod jobs, those jobs not going down, and then see me online, then I assume Naz can put 2 and 2 together and figure out I'm not doing my job. :-p
Okay twesterm I will write this for you, based on the idea that you were a tyrant mod (this is not true, and I liked twesterm's style as a mod, this is just a premise for the narrative - think of this as ebing written from the perspective of a delinquent):
When word came to us, most of us weren't willing to believe it. It was something we had hoped for, of course, but not something we ever thought would really happen; it was like discovering that you could fly to work under your own power during rush hour, a daydream which became the subject of more fevered imaginings. We had longed for this moment. We could not allow ourselves to believe it had happened.
But the word kept coming down to us, over and over and over:
"The green is gone from his name, and his fangs have been removed."
The knowledge, or the promise of knowledge, gnawed at us. It could be a trap, we knew, and there were those of us who claimed that they had heard of such traps before. We were afraid, afraid of going up and finding out that it was all a lie, but we had to know. In the end the thirst for knowledge was stronger than our fear. Was it hope that gave our thirst that strength, which forced us up though the tunnels and out into the open air of the forums? Perhaps. I like to think that it was hope, because the only other answer was in our resignation to an unnamed doom.
When we broke through to the surface, the sun shone down on us from a blue sky that was peppered sparsely with white clouds that looked like strung-out cotton. The air was clear and crisp and cold and silent.
We came out as a body, standing there in the sunlight, looking around at each other because we did not know what else to look at. Where was he?
Someone saw him then, a child, a newcomer without an avatar to their name, and pointed him out with the kind of astonished gasp that only children can perform without irony. Fear gripped us again, fear that brought with it certainty of death or banishment, and we turned as one to see the doom that would be visited upon that child, to see the face of the destroyer. But when we looked, things had changed.
His name was white, and his fangs were gone, and he seemed the same as any of us. It speaks of the depths of our fear that we did not cheer, then, that there were those of us who still feared some trickery, still waited to bear the lash of betrayal. This could not be true, no matter what our eyes told us.
Some fool - we will never know who - raised his voice from the back of the crowd.
"Final Fantasy has been getting better since VI!"
No one breathed - this was the greatest doom, the doom that would be visited on us all. We waited with the sureness of people who plummet from the tops of buildings, with the estranged calmness of people who know that they are going to die.
But Twesterm looked away, and nothing happened. And nothing hapened. And nothing happened.
A sound went up - someone, holding a copy of Final Fantasy VII tightly against her breasts, was weeping and laughing. That sounds told us the truth:
We were free.
| Khuutra said: Okay twesterm I will write this for you, based on the idea that you were a tyrant mod (this is not true, and I liked twesterm's style as a mod, this is just a premise for the narrative - think of this as ebing written from the perspective of a delinquent): When word came to us, most of us weren't willing to believe it. It was something we had hoped for, of course, but not something we ever thought would really happen; it was like discovering that you could fly to work under your own power during rush hour, a daydream which because the subject of more fevered imaginings. We had longed for this moment. We could not allow ourselves to believe it had happened. But the word kept coming down to us, over and over and over: "The green is gone from his name, and his fangs have been removed." The knowledge, or the promise of knowledge, gnawed at us. It could be a trap, we knew, and there were those of us who claimed that they had heard of such traps before. We were afraid, afraid of going up and finding out that it was all a lie, but we had to know. In the end the thirst for knowledge was stronger than our fear. Was it hope that gave our thirst that strength, which forced us up though the tunnels and out into the open air of the forums? Perhaps. I like to think that it was hope, because the only other answer was in resignation. When we broke through to the surface, the sun shone down on us from a blue sky that was peppered sparsely with white clouds that looked like strung-out cotton. The air was clear and crisp and cold and silent. We came out as a body, standing there in the sunlight, looking around at each other because we did not know what else to look at. Where was he? Someone saw him then, a child, a newcomer without an avatar to their name, and pointed him out with the kind of astonished gasp that only children can perform without irony. Fear gripped us again, fear that brought with it certainty of death or banishment, and we turned as one to see the doom that would be visited upon that child, to see the face of the destroyer. But when we looked, things had changed. His name was white, and his fangs were gone, and he seemed the same as any of us. It speaks of the depths of our fear that we did not cheer, then, that there were those of us who still feared some trickery, still waited to bear the lash of betrayal. This could not be true, no matter what our eyes told us. Some fool - we will never know who - raised his voice from the back of the crowd. "Final Fantasy has been getting better since VI!" No one breathed - this was the greatest doom, the doom that would be visited on us all. We waited with the sureness of people who plummet from the tops of buildings, with the estranged calmness of people who know that they are going to die. But he looked away, and nothing happened. And nothing hapened. And nothing happened. A sound went up - someone, holding a copy of Final Fantasy VII tightly against her breasts, was weeping and laughing. That sounds told us the truth: We were free. |
That is the best thing I've read all day, and I've been reading the sixth book in the Hitchhiker trilogy.
(Former) Lead Moderator and (Eternal) VGC Detective 
Finally Twesterm was always a bitch.
Jk,lol.He was a good moderator and the first one who banned me.(It was a mistake by the way.)
| Khuutra said: Okay twesterm I will write this for you, based on the idea that you were a tyrant mod (this is not true, and I liked twesterm's style as a mod, this is just a premise for the narrative - think of this as ebing written from the perspective of a delinquent): When word came to us, most of us weren't willing to believe it. It was something we had hoped for, of course, but not something we ever thought would really happen; it was like discovering that you could fly to work under your own power during rush hour, a daydream which because the subject of more fevered imaginings. We had longed for this moment. We could not allow ourselves to believe it had happened. But the word kept coming down to us, over and over and over: "The green is gone from his name, and his fangs have been removed." The knowledge, or the promise of knowledge, gnawed at us. It could be a trap, we knew, and there were those of us who claimed that they had heard of such traps before. We were afraid, afraid of going up and finding out that it was all a lie, but we had to know. In the end the thirst for knowledge was stronger than our fear. Was it hope that gave our thirst that strength, which forced us up though the tunnels and out into the open air of the forums? Perhaps. I like to think that it was hope, because the only other answer was in resignation. When we broke through to the surface, the sun shone down on us from a blue sky that was peppered sparsely with white clouds that looked like strung-out cotton. The air was clear and crisp and cold and silent. We came out as a body, standing there in the sunlight, looking around at each other because we did not know what else to look at. Where was he? Someone saw him then, a child, a newcomer without an avatar to their name, and pointed him out with the kind of astonished gasp that only children can perform without irony. Fear gripped us again, fear that brought with it certainty of death or banishment, and we turned as one to see the doom that would be visited upon that child, to see the face of the destroyer. But when we looked, things had changed. His name was white, and his fangs were gone, and he seemed the same as any of us. It speaks of the depths of our fear that we did not cheer, then, that there were those of us who still feared some trickery, still waited to bear the lash of betrayal. This could not be true, no matter what our eyes told us. Some fool - we will never know who - raised his voice from the back of the crowd. "Final Fantasy has been getting better since VI!" No one breathed - this was the greatest doom, the doom that would be visited on us all. We waited with the sureness of people who plummet from the tops of buildings, with the estranged calmness of people who know that they are going to die. But he looked away, and nothing happened. And nothing hapened. And nothing happened. A sound went up - someone, holding a copy of Final Fantasy VII tightly against her breasts, was weeping and laughing. That sounds told us the truth: We were free. |
Awesome-- saved to the sig.
*applauds Khuutra*
The most epic moment with twesterm.Was when he was hating on the ps3.And some dude asked him"Dude chill,did the ps3 rape your sister or something"
Anyway I don't know how was it.But it was something along those lines.
Damn shame. Twesterm, you were one of the best. I was honored to serve with you on the mod team (when we were mods).
But now, we'll just live the relaxing lives of Vgchartz playboys.
*Dons bat suit*
Actually, that may be the first VGChartz fanfiction
Odd notion
N.Genckel said:
I totally understand. I never understood the infactuation about being a mod in forums. I'm modding a very small forum, with only around 20 users active at a time, and that alone gets very tiring. It's my own site, that's why I bare it, but doing it for nothing and for someone else? No way in hell. |
Eh, it's not that bad, really. What it really takes is passion for both the site and the subject matter. I'm a forum mod over at Mania (priorly AnimeOnDVD), and I enjoy doing it. If anything, I've been spending less time there not because of my mod duties, but rather that most of the people that I liked there have left. I don't see myself leaving the site for good under any circumstance. And that's because I'm an anime fan as well as a gaming fan.
-dunno001
-On a quest for the truly perfect game; I don't think it exists...
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