elfgirl
02-18-2003, 03:33 AM
I hope I can post this without asking! If not, delete it. I have saved it.
This is based on a true story, and is, like I said, a very sad tale. It is also very short, yet i am usually fairly tothe point. Note: this is not based on thiswebsite or group, so fear not!
Once upon a time, there was a LOTR message board group. In this group, in the beggining, everyone was happy, and off-topic. Not one person was a non Quenya-Cola drinker. Everyone was happy, not very many mods were around, and we talked mainly about characters, what they would or wouldn't do, etc. Then, out of nowhere, a "Vigilante Moderator Man" appeared. :eek: We were then only allowed to talk about Personal stuff, and we didn't have PM accounts, so that was bad. Then another person turned into a mod, and we weren't allowed to talk about drinking Quenya-Cola, and alot mods came. The mods let us be, yet out of the midst of us, another renegade person appeared. Now, it has turned from a diplomacy to a dictatorship, as some people would put it, and people are leaving, going elsewhere to talk freely. Now, the boards are abandoned, a sad sight, the messages left to waste. Yet out of the rain, from behind the clouds the sun shines through. There could be a happy ending to this story. Yet that will never be, for now, even the mods have left. Left something that used to be so beautiful, so happy, so cheerful, to ruin. Everyone used to be dancing, singing, and drinking Quenya-Cola. I can still see the shadows of them, dancing merrily around the table, laughing. Yet then, reality comes back, and I am staring at the ruined message boards. Everyone has left, and happiness turned to sorrow, like Spring turned to Winter, or leaves turned from green to brown. No one shall lurk there anymore.
The moral? Let the mods do their job, and you do yours.
This is not a story meant to degrade mods, or anybody else.
This is based on a true story, and is, like I said, a very sad tale. It is also very short, yet i am usually fairly tothe point. Note: this is not based on thiswebsite or group, so fear not!
Once upon a time, there was a LOTR message board group. In this group, in the beggining, everyone was happy, and off-topic. Not one person was a non Quenya-Cola drinker. Everyone was happy, not very many mods were around, and we talked mainly about characters, what they would or wouldn't do, etc. Then, out of nowhere, a "Vigilante Moderator Man" appeared. :eek: We were then only allowed to talk about Personal stuff, and we didn't have PM accounts, so that was bad. Then another person turned into a mod, and we weren't allowed to talk about drinking Quenya-Cola, and alot mods came. The mods let us be, yet out of the midst of us, another renegade person appeared. Now, it has turned from a diplomacy to a dictatorship, as some people would put it, and people are leaving, going elsewhere to talk freely. Now, the boards are abandoned, a sad sight, the messages left to waste. Yet out of the rain, from behind the clouds the sun shines through. There could be a happy ending to this story. Yet that will never be, for now, even the mods have left. Left something that used to be so beautiful, so happy, so cheerful, to ruin. Everyone used to be dancing, singing, and drinking Quenya-Cola. I can still see the shadows of them, dancing merrily around the table, laughing. Yet then, reality comes back, and I am staring at the ruined message boards. Everyone has left, and happiness turned to sorrow, like Spring turned to Winter, or leaves turned from green to brown. No one shall lurk there anymore.
The moral? Let the mods do their job, and you do yours.
This is not a story meant to degrade mods, or anybody else.