ElkinFencer10 wrote:We should all strive to do good things simply because they are good; likewise, we should all strive to avoid doing harm to anyone when we can. That's just part of common civility.
Hmm sounds a lot similar to the religious who push their morals on others. I seem to recall you posting something along those lines in another recent post...
ElkinFencer10 wrote:
Sarge wrote:I can certainly appreciate the female form (I am a dude, after all), but I'm also a rather religious guy, so there are certain lines I don't feel that are appropriate to cross. For me personally, of course. I have no say in what others consume, and do not desire such power.
Please teach America your skill of not shoving your religion down other peoples' throats. It's truly a talent as magnificent as it is rare.
OK, now y'all are just trolling eachother. I refuse to believe that any one of you are so far up on your high horses as to believe any of the bs y'all are typing here.
samsonlonghair wrote:OK, now y'all are just trolling eachother. I refuse to believe that any one of you are so far up on your high horses as to believe any of the bs y'all are typing here.
Oh, there's nothing wrong with trying to convince someone of their moral stance. We all do that to some degree, including me. I just draw the line at forcing someone to abide by my morals (except, of course, when what someone does infringes on the rights of another).
Personally, I don't even care what y'all do with it at this point. Opinions have been made known, but Jmustang can make whatever decision he likes.
"My God," Racket said as a tear welled in his eye. "I think we've done it. We've hit grape pop-tart level." The crew of the mighty warship NCC-1337 Racketboy stared at the vidscreen, mouths agape in a mixture of rapture and fear. Silence dominated the bridge. Before them, shapes flitted and danced before their eyes, the last remnants of a thread about Craigslist trolling. Its vestiges of humanity lost, the thing which swirled before the Racketboy could only be described as horror.
Suddenly, a beam of white light shot forth, nearly blinding the crew with JJ Abrams-style lens flare. Noiseredux bellowed, "Oh shit! It's whiter than Budsmoka's PS2!"
Racket went into immediate action. "Ack, shields up! Marurun, prepare weapon systems! Fastbilly, full reverse! We've got to get the hell out of here before this thread implodes into a swirling vortex of bullshit humor posts and pointless bickering!"
"Captain," Counselor Mjmjr25 declared, "I sense the crew feels fear."
The intercom suddenly crackled to life, and a deep, non-American accent cried out. "Cap'n," shouted Niode, "I'm in the forum's core. The rampant lunacy and negativity is wiping our dihlithium crystals. She can't take much more o' this!"
Racket's face went grim. "Fastbilly, more power. We have to get out of-"
His voice suddenly faltered as his eyes widened. The light from the Craigslist trolling vortex died away and then exploded into a swirling haze of colors. A rainbow array of light swirled through the cabin. Counselor Mjmjr25 screamed and fell to the floor. Ack's head and body suddenly convulsed. Fastbilly shouted, "It's even worse than the April Fool's Day gag that killed Security Officer Hobie-wan!" and then gagged as froth sprayed from his mouth. Noiseredux climbed into the fetal position and sucked his thumb, not out of fear but because that's just kind of something he does. Marurun grabbed at his skull and threw himself over the banister onto the carpet at the feet of his captain. Flake leaned back in his chair and clamped both hands over his eyes, making sure to tug down his miniskirt first. Spacebooger, his robotic eyes unblinking, sat at his position and looked between the panicked crew.
Again the explosion of light faded away, and what was left in its place was a spectral being. Flake slowly pulled back both hands and then pressed his perfectly manicured fingertips to the large metal object in his ear. "Captain, it is hailing us."
Racket winced and relaxed his hands, his knuckles having gone white from grasping his chair. "Open channel."
The voice that followed was raspy, and high pitched:
"Hello Racketeers.
It seems you've made a mess of things once again.
Like an Inazuma wedding topic,
or a Racketman post,
The very fabric of reality is coming undone.
The universe is unbalanced.
The forum members are bickering
over nothing.
They battle and argue over semantics
while believing Mike has a great find
or that the mods are all cannibals(PROTIP: Only Ack is a cannibal) and wear human skin(PROTIP: Only Ack wears human skin) or suck their thumbs(PROTIP: Ok, that's noise) Peace must be restored.
Balance must be found.
Remember the glory days of Sega Saturn 2 and mod appreciation threads
and go in peace."
With that, the spectral being vanished. The crew of the Racketboy slowly climbed back into their positions, blinked their eyes(except for Spacebooger the magnificent humanoid robot), and looked around at each other in silence. Racket opened his mouth to speak. "Well guys, it would seem our forum members have made a ridiculous mess of things once again, but it's all good in the name of hilarity. I suppose we should all go have a laugh about what just happened and then get back to the great discussion about video games."
The crew all nodded, and Counselor Mjmjr25 said, "The crew feels better, Captain. I sense they will have a good laugh about this later."
Feeling things get back to normal once again, Racket smiled and walked over to the door to his quarters. It opened, revealing a trio of buxom women claiming to be aliens and covered from head to toe in green bodypaint. "Job well done," Racket declared. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go put on my boots."
The entire crew laughed. Noiseredux and Marurun jumped up and gave each other a high five but froze in mid-air with the freeze frame.
