Some people get it: After months of testing there's no reason for broken states of machinists, bards, or even BLMs.

Most of you remind me of Twisted characters from a Dickens novel.

"Served an unsavory gruel, filled with broken jobs, Oliver was desperate with hunger and reckless with misery.

"Please, sir, I want some more."

SE, fat and healthy, turned pale. It gazed in stupefied astonishment on the small rebel for some seconds. The community was paralyzed with wonder; the forum paupers with fear.

"What!" said SE at length, in a faint voice.

"Please, sir. More."

The forum paupers aimed multiple blows at Oliver's head with their spoons; pinioned his arms; and shrieked aloud."

I don't ask for seconds of game-gruel nor fear a Dickensian mob that uses words like "threat", "harassment", and "ultimatum" in amusing ways. I can give my opinion, give SE my money and play the game as long as I like, or move on. Hang up your spoons and beggar bowls; so can you.