I recently was victim to a violent scheme. Someone rigged my favorite yellow paint to spill all over me in chat. This yellow paint.....transformed me.....it turned me into an all powerful being. I could kick people miles away so they couldn't come back for a while. Everyone else in the yellow accident had their feet stuck in the ground, so I couldn't kick them. I talked and talked and talked. I was still considered normal :D. But some people tried to ask me a bunch of questions, and I'm all like "Calm down, ask a site mod I don't know that." It has been a fairly easy life. Same as always except I don't have to put up with lame people.
Some people thought being a mod is all rainbows and fun. I didn't think that, I discouraged the idea. Then I was mod and decided it was rainbows and fun, and then I took an arrow to the knee.
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