
Originally Posted by
Galgarion
I foresee horrors in the days to come. Horrors that you poor fools, you earnest enablers of your fellow man shall be powerless to prevent. For you only want to help...your hearts filled with compassion and good intentions, and the poor sprouts, was it? Yes, the poor sprouts so full of questions, that they want answered, questions that they believe you'll be able to answer, questions with their hideous grammatical mistakes lacking the correct punctuation and spelling that will leave you wondering if they're making a declarative statement, asking a legitimate question, or threatening an Amish person's life. Oh, ho, ho, you think you know but you don't, MENTORS. For the mods, the mods, THE MODS have tricked you into willingly performing an essential function of their jobs, and soon they'll sipping sweet iced tea and rocking on the porch while you go mad trying to feed the ravenous Cthulhu beast of hapless noobery your earnest blooooooooood!
Ah ah ah ah! You'll go maaaaaaaad!
Or get bored and stop doing it tomorrow.