Hmm..so I guess...in before the lock? I'm not surprised at all. [/quote
as long as there is no actual politics talked about why would it be locked?
When the rumor first came out a month ago, every thread was locked/deleted because there was to be no discussion of any political or potential figures.
Really? That seems a little extreme....you can call Mickie fat 5 times a day, but you aren't allowed to discuss politics in regard to the former CEO running for senate? Wow. Makes me wonder what political views the mods have. Extreme Championship views most likely!
edit: although at least this thread has been civil so far.
I know the mods...uhh try to protect us for our own good, but sometimes I wonder. I wonder if they'd lie to us if they thought it was neccessary. (my bad spelling lol). I wonder about what rules govern them, and whether or not they all hang out together. I wonder how you become a mod anyway. If perhaps it's a real clique-type environment. Are they real cool dudes? Would they be averse to sharing an ice cold beverage sometime? Do they get elected? Do they ever disagree? Do they live in houses, or mansions? Are they all real, or just different personas of RD and Blade? Seriously, even goveners have to share certain information. Are they like govetnment elected officials, or more like teachers at a school? (not an insult.)
Would they hesitate to kill me if I found out the truth?
Sometimes I wonder about our moderators, our benefactors, our....combine perhaps, with RD as Dr. Brent.
Our protectors. Sometimes I think I'd like to share a smile and a coke with them.
Then self-preservation kicks in, and I ask myself, do I really wanna know?
No, says the selfish side of me that wants to concentrate on other posts.
No, says the afraid part of me, which fears retribution.
No, says the curious side of me which remembers curiosity killed the cat.
So, I say, why do I need to know at all? If I know there are Russian Nuclear Warheads aimed at my city, do I sleep peacefully?
I ponder ever so fretfully,
about the minds behind those hidden visors,
cold, hard, eyes barely visable,
paralysing me with their unblinking, unflinching icy gaze
with mouths set rigid in stone.
Hear us now, decisions are made,
rumours passed by word of mouth alone
striking fear into the hearts of children,
and uncertainty into the minds of men.
"But surely", the others cry,
"They keep the streets safe and secure,
They protect us while thiefs plan harm and misery
Should we question the law and order
And bite the hand that feeds us?"
"You claim to do more than these knights of honour?"
My head is bowed, for I have not the stregnth,
for battles with only ill to gain
or time to play jury for petty arguments
or quash rebellious rumours.
Were I to stand before the king and queen,
I would avert my gaze, lest I stumble,
under the ever watchful eye of the prince.
The poor do not name them
yet, ever so often, the judges whisper,
"RD, Triple K and Blade"
Still, sometimes I do ponder,
about the men cloaked in mist
Those clean cut straight haired judges,
the GateKeepers of the board,
the Moderators.
