This debate is about as fruitful now as it was when people were discussing the Salvage issue.
If I step on the grass by the "Do not walk on the grass!" sign, I am prepared to be sprayed with the hose. I know that's the most banal rule ever made but I also know that I'm not the one holding that hose. If your eyeliner might run or your jeans might shrink, it is best to keep in mind that crotchety old groundskeepers don't share the morality of you and I before toe touches Bermuda.
On the other hand, I take a lot of comfort in knowing the borderline autistics who will inevitably pop up and shout, "Rules are sacred things! They should put sharpened, poisoned, rusty, flaming, acid-filled, HIV+ bear-traps on the grass instead of just using the hose!" will someday die totally alone while counting the ceiling tiles in a Hospice facility and not even understand how profoundly sad that is.
I should hope so. The old one had Debbie Gibson's face crudely drawn on it in sharpie and a layer of crustiness thick enough to function as a skeletal system.
Actually, I don't think Starcade would make a sock account. That's probably against the rules, and if it is, he would have to...I don't even know...flay off half of his skin to atone for it. That guy is so nuts for pudding that I really see him as one-of-a-kind within the FFXI community. Crazy beyond compare. Also beyond help, probably...sadly.









