[OLSEN] It was all a conspiracy
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hey, speaking of conspiracies......
*The scene takes place at the secret room of Paralake City Hall. Brinch and Daymon are standing and facing towards each other with their green physguns out*
Brinch: Your friend's application for Enforcer should be finalized within the week. I've already discussed the matter with the senior administration team.
Daymon: I take it it was agreeable?
Brinch: He didn't really have a choice.
Daymon: Has he been accepted?
Brinch: Oh yes, most certainly. When I mentioned we could put him on the priority list for the Christmas money, he was so willing it was almost pathetic.
Daymon: This plague, Oslen -- the shitposting is intensifying to the point where we may not be able to contain it.
*The camera zooms into Brinch's face and cuts into the second scene as he finishes his sentence*
Brinch: Why contain it? Let it spill over into PLPD online and the organisations, let the banned accounts pile up in the streets. In the end, they'll beg us to save the server population.
*The scene changes to Paralake City burning with phygun beams flying left, right and centre picking up sweatervests, players, and fire engines. It is chaos.*
Daymon: I've received reports of unreasonable admin complaints on good staff members. There's not enough senior administration to go around, and the moderators are starting to get desperate.
Brinch: Of course they're desperate. They can smell their demotions, and the sound they'll make rattling their cages will serve as a warning to the rest.
*The scene changes to the PERPheads forums with ex-staff posting goodbye threads in a sort of montage*
Daymon: Hmm. I hope you're not underestimating the problem. The others may not go as quietly as you think -- intelligence indicates they're behind the problems on the action request section.
*The scene changes to members of Oslen getting picked off one by one by a rouge moderator with a godstick set to kill/ban*
Brinch: A bunch of pretentious little pricks playing at running the forums. But the forums left them behind long ago. We are the future.
Daymon: We have other problems.
*The scene changes to the organistation section*
Brinch: Ayjay?
Daymon: Formed by executive order after the Oslen spam on the forums. I have someone in place though. I'm more concerned about Carrot -- he's relocated to Fredy's Friends.
Brinch: Our shitposting is far in advance of theirs, as is our staff member support, and their... "ethical inflexibility" has allowed us to shitpost in areas they refuse to consider.
*The scene changes to the ban page*
Daymon: The Husky project?
Brinch: Among other things -- but I must admit that I've been somewhat disappointed with the performance of the primary unit (Medulla).
*The scene changes back to the secret room*
Daymon: The secondary unit should be online soon. He's currently undergoing preparations and should be operational within six months (Corolla). My people will continue to report on his progress. If necessary, the primary will be terminated.
Brinch: We've had to endure much, you and I, but soon there will be order again, a new age. Fredy spoke of the mythical Paralake City on the Hill. Soon that city will be a reality, and we will be crowned its kings. Or better than administrators... Senior admin+.
*The scene takes place at the secret room of Paralake City Hall. Brinch and Daymon are standing and facing towards each other with their green physguns out*
Brinch: Your friend's application for Enforcer should be finalized within the week. I've already discussed the matter with the senior administration team.
Daymon: I take it it was agreeable?
Brinch: He didn't really have a choice.
Daymon: Has he been accepted?
Brinch: Oh yes, most certainly. When I mentioned we could put him on the priority list for the Christmas money, he was so willing it was almost pathetic.
Daymon: This plague, Oslen -- the shitposting is intensifying to the point where we may not be able to contain it.
*The camera zooms into Brinch's face and cuts into the second scene as he finishes his sentence*
Brinch: Why contain it? Let it spill over into PLPD online and the organisations, let the banned accounts pile up in the streets. In the end, they'll beg us to save the server population.
*The scene changes to Paralake City burning with phygun beams flying left, right and centre picking up sweatervests, players, and fire engines. It is chaos.*
Daymon: I've received reports of unreasonable admin complaints on good staff members. There's not enough senior administration to go around, and the moderators are starting to get desperate.
Brinch: Of course they're desperate. They can smell their demotions, and the sound they'll make rattling their cages will serve as a warning to the rest.
*The scene changes to the PERPheads forums with ex-staff posting goodbye threads in a sort of montage*
Daymon: Hmm. I hope you're not underestimating the problem. The others may not go as quietly as you think -- intelligence indicates they're behind the problems on the action request section.
*The scene changes to members of Oslen getting picked off one by one by a rouge moderator with a godstick set to kill/ban*
Brinch: A bunch of pretentious little pricks playing at running the forums. But the forums left them behind long ago. We are the future.
Daymon: We have other problems.
*The scene changes to the organistation section*
Brinch: Ayjay?
Daymon: Formed by executive order after the Oslen spam on the forums. I have someone in place though. I'm more concerned about Carrot -- he's relocated to Fredy's Friends.
Brinch: Our shitposting is far in advance of theirs, as is our staff member support, and their... "ethical inflexibility" has allowed us to shitpost in areas they refuse to consider.
*The scene changes to the ban page*
Daymon: The Husky project?
Brinch: Among other things -- but I must admit that I've been somewhat disappointed with the performance of the primary unit (Medulla).
*The scene changes back to the secret room*
Daymon: The secondary unit should be online soon. He's currently undergoing preparations and should be operational within six months (Corolla). My people will continue to report on his progress. If necessary, the primary will be terminated.
Brinch: We've had to endure much, you and I, but soon there will be order again, a new age. Fredy spoke of the mythical Paralake City on the Hill. Soon that city will be a reality, and we will be crowned its kings. Or better than administrators... Senior admin+.
FBI:
Wants to know your location.
Wants to know your location.
I see you put alot of effort into this post, but the cringefactor is way too much for me when compared to time spent creating this post.hey, speaking of conspiracies......
*The scene takes place at the secret room of Paralake City Hall. Brinch and Daymon are standing and facing towards each other with their green physguns out*
Brinch: Your friend's application for Enforcer should be finalized within the week. I've already discussed the matter with the senior administration team.
Daymon: I take it it was agreeable?
Brinch: He didn't really have a choice.
Daymon: Has he been accepted?
Brinch: Oh yes, most certainly. When I mentioned we could put him on the priority list for the Christmas money, he was so willing it was almost pathetic.
Daymon: This plague, Oslen -- the shitposting is intensifying to the point where we may not be able to contain it.
*The camera zooms into Brinch's face and cuts into the second scene as he finishes his sentence*
Brinch: Why contain it? Let it spill over into PLPD online and the organisations, let the banned accounts pile up in the streets. In the end, they'll beg us to save the server population.
*The scene changes to Paralake City burning with phygun beams flying left, right and centre picking up sweatervests, players, and fire engines. It is chaos.*
Daymon: I've received reports of unreasonable admin complaints on good staff members. There's not enough senior administration to go around, and the moderators are starting to get desperate.
Brinch: Of course they're desperate. They can smell their demotions, and the sound they'll make rattling their cages will serve as a warning to the rest.
*The scene changes to the PERPheads forums with ex-staff posting goodbye threads in a sort of montage*
Daymon: Hmm. I hope you're not underestimating the problem. The others may not go as quietly as you think -- intelligence indicates they're behind the problems on the action request section.
*The scene changes to members of Oslen getting picked off one by one by a rouge moderator with a godstick set to kill/ban*
Brinch: A bunch of pretentious little pricks playing at running the forums. But the forums left them behind long ago. We are the future.
Daymon: We have other problems.
*The scene changes to the organistation section*
Brinch: Ayjay?
Daymon: Formed by executive order after the Oslen spam on the forums. I have someone in place though. I'm more concerned about Carrot -- he's relocated to Fredy's Friends.
Brinch: Our shitposting is far in advance of theirs, as is our staff member support, and their... "ethical inflexibility" has allowed us to shitpost in areas they refuse to consider.
*The scene changes to the ban page*
Daymon: The Husky project?
Brinch: Among other things -- but I must admit that I've been somewhat disappointed with the performance of the primary unit (Medulla).
*The scene changes back to the secret room*
Daymon: The secondary unit should be online soon. He's currently undergoing preparations and should be operational within six months (Corolla). My people will continue to report on his progress. If necessary, the primary will be terminated.
Brinch: We've had to endure much, you and I, but soon there will be order again, a new age. Fredy spoke of the mythical Paralake City on the Hill. Soon that city will be a reality, and we will be crowned its kings. Or better than administrators... Senior admin+.
It's not like this is a roleplaying server what the fuck
ur profile pic is anime therefore your opinion doesnt matter
