sachy has some complaints about moderation... read about it here, if she's feeling up to it
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Connor, it's OK. You don't have to be frustrated or upset or contrarian anymore. It's all over. It's OK that he stole the glory of this thread. You can fade quietly into the night now. Dan has freed you of your shackles.
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It's already got 10. You just wait til an hour or two's time.
deletedabout 10 years
4 of the plusses are mod plusses. that's just not true
deletedabout 10 years
Clear contender for the most legitimately plussed post of all time.
Everyone pack it up and go home, Dan did it. He made the greatest EpicMafia post ever. No other will come close to matching it. Just pack it up and go home. Give up now. We have seen greatness.
[The following preview has been approved for all audiences]
It was a mild night in the later part of November. All the leaves on the trees had fallen and the wind whispered gently in the night sky. Inside, a warm fire crackled as a man poured two glasses of wine. The house had a quaint, yet rustic feel. The wood paneling in the area near the fire place made the room dark and warm. A couch and a lounge chair sat opposite the fire, with only a coffee table between them. The room was dimly lit by only the fireplace.
He picks up the full glass of wine and places it on the table in front of the woman. She sat on the armchair looking pensive and lost in thought. She clearly had something on her mind and it was clearly eating away at her. The man, knowing her well, sat down on the couch on the side nearest her and took a sip of his wine. He placed the glass down and looked at her.
"It's okay," he said, trying to be supportive. He put his hand on hers and rubbed it with his thumb, trying to console her.
She pushes his hand away after a few moments. She doesn't look at him, and just stares at the glass of wine watching the light from the fire reflect off it. The man slowly gets up and enters another room. He returns with an open laptop and places at on the table. Instinctively, she opens the browser on it and goes to EpicMafia. "Thanks," she said quietly as she proceeded to log in and check the forums.
Moments later, she sighes. She leans back in her chair and takes a sip of wine. "They're just so bad," she exclaimed.
"It's okay," the man says, again in his desperation to comfort her. But to no avail. Her gaze is locked on the screen.
"Sachy, tell me more about the moderators you don't like."
She stops typing and looks at him. She removes her hand from they keyboard and picks up her wine.
