“When there’s no moderator, in the chatting room… Who you’re gonna call? Micromodman!”



Micromodman is a true hero and a need for the community, even though it’s only him the one who thinks like that. You might see this vigilante patrolling the lonely pages of PMC looking for rule breakers, his iron gauntlet will not hesitate to send a report for the slightest referral to anything that might look like (But mostly never be) a vehement break of the site’s rules.



“Nobody’s asked me to do it, and many have told me to stop doing it. But this is my duty.” Says Micromodman attempting to sound as if he had a sore throat. His headgear is a discontinued version of Google Glass with a microphone so he can literally dictate justice on every post he makes against the offenders.



His mightiest crusade is on the chatroom, where armed with his bag pack full of chat logs and his watch to tell members when they have spent too much time without typing and should leave, Micromodman is the terror of the population in general. The logo on his shirt tries to resemble the one of the page he swore to protect, he even tried to make a Micromod signal, but clouds where already copywrited by another rich dude in a certain Gothic city or something like that.

Micromodman dreams on becoming a real and fully fledged moderator, and when asked why he's wearing his underwear out he said, heroes should never justify where to wear their underwear.