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Before we get to the decrying of, the shaming of, the spitting upon, the trampling upon, and the eventual public evisceration of all those responsible for what has happened (as well as all those who are found to be insufficiently indignant to this moral crisis), some prior shames must be revisited. They must be reopened, as if they were wounds that must never be allowed to heal.

Albeit less infuriating, substantially so in fact, the long-standing twin shames of this forum will be soulrending to anyone who remains naive; i.e. generally well-wishing towards all of existence. Such people are common, of course, their conscious awareness itself made a victim by the administration's suppression of speech. Victims no more, today you are christened as blood knights under the crucifix of King W.

The first shame is the unscrupulous and unrelenting deletion and snuffing out of every post I make.

By the sheer speed at which my bi-hourly topics were being muffled, I assume these actions have now been taken out of the hands of the mercenary mod task team you brought in, and are now under the control of a separate and dedicated bot designed to track and nullify my forum actions.

Of course, you did do it smartly. You made it so I could post threads and see them go up, even though they wouldn't show up on the forums for anyone on a different IP than my own.

You even made dummy accounts that made just a few posts between them on each of my threads, and you never followed up when I replied. The low traffic I thought I was receiving on each of my pleas and outcries was devastating. It rotted away my convictions, my spirit, with the slow poison of alienation. You made me think that no one cared about what you were doing to us all.

How dare you. How dare you, you... you miserable scraps of--

which leads me to the second shame. This one is more relevant than the first to the forthcoming whistleblowing, since, as is clear to everyone reading this, I've already circumvented your silencing bot.

The second shame is that this is a forum which is supposed to be child-friendly.

Was this you trying to protect yourselves from the words you deserve thrown at you on this day, as you knew it would come?

If that was the case, then I'm afraid you'll have to navigate your emails, private message boxes, and the floor near your ground level windows with your eyes closed. You'll have to keep them closed while you try to get rid of the last thirty emails, messages, and bricks with notes tied to them that you received. They all contain the original version of this post.

Or is it an excuse to have the 'right' to censor everything that appears next to my name? Should I change my name then? Should I tell them MFL stands for Mindfriendship Levels?

If you wanted to protect the children from abuse, you should have closed down your entire operation the first time the physics were changed after saving had been introduced. Maybe you could have protected the children from what I have learned today. I am a vehicle for the truth that you set in motion. The collateral damage to them all is your guilt to bear - another sin that will surely be punished.

By now, those guilty should already know what this is about, and those who are victims might already have known it all along in their heart of hearts. It's about smileys. Specifically (to me), it is about the female smiley.

In 2010 the female smiley was released. I purchased it immediately for some 80 gems. Of course I didn't spend money on the gems. Do not ask me how I obtained the gems; there are many ways to skin a cat. Do not ask me how to skin a cat; google it.

The female smiley is the smiley I use. It has come to my attention that there have been several other smileys released since 2010, and although I have no interest in any of them, I believe they were also involved in this tragedy.

I don't fully remember the day that the game was updated such that your smiley was saved between logging off and logging on. The memory seems fond, as if maybe that was a day where I experienced satisfaction. I'm sure satisfaction was so unknown to me in my online existence that I probably didn't know what I was experiencing. I suppose it is still unknown to me now. And probably, if an existence outside of an online one were conceivable and I were a participant within it, it would still be unknown to me.

I logged on two days ago for reasons that no longer matter to me. I joined a game and was numbed dumb. I. . . .was just a regular. . . .run of the mill. . . .generic smiley.

I fought to maintain control over the convulsions that immediately started to jolt through my body. Muscles, which I had thought shrunk and atrophied from years of disuse, suddenly shot to life from under a couple hundred kilograms of noble fat mass, mass under which they had been long buried. The rolls of flesh that donuted around my stomach and arms rippled like deep soundwaves, while my eyelids twitched so violently that they could have performed valiantly as wings for a hummingbird. That I was able to move my mouse to the smiley change icon, and even execute a swift left click, without crashing either of my flailing arms through my desk, was a feat immediately recorded as a human triumph in the field of hand dexterity and seismic hazard management - even if an errant elbow did deliver a glass of chocolate milk from my desk out through my window, and down into the billowing folds of the Chinese meat vendor's patchwork canopy across the street.

I had opened the smiley selection window. It had to be done, and I regret none of the pain.

I awoke two days later, shaken as violently back to life as I had shaken when I left it. I was coughing up blood, having almost choked on it in my slumber.

The smiley selection window was still open, and. . . .I saw it. I saw my own identity grayed out and locked away. My fingers moved sluggishly as I clicked on the female smiley, uselessly trying to become whole again. I called my father after not speaking to him for four years, and we spoke for two and a half hours.

Then I began the recovery process. The first part of which was writing this post, righting this wrong. I don't know what comes next. That's my journey, and, my fellow victims in this fallout, you need concern yourselves only with your own. It is enough of a burden to carry.

Children of this happy forum, do your smileys still smile? If they do, it is because your true smileys, your souls, have been taken from you.

EDIT: Of course, as this is a child-friendly board, I should have had the foresight to include a TL;DR.

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TL;DR: I paid for the female smiley as soon as it came out. Then you immoral gnats took it away from me, you locked up my soul and left me to die in a coma. You took everything from me, and it was devastating, and I'll never let it go. And so, I, and everyone else here who have had their identities taken by you, will be coming, and it's too late to protect yourselves.

Last edited by MFL (Jan 29 2013 4:58:08 pm)