You are the worst kind of moderator, Clovis. You abuse your moderator privileges. You complain in the safety of privacy, you claim foresight in disasters that never happen, and you are weak in your vices because your rank affords you deference. You've made yourself miserable and distant, and hard to love, and you blame the world for it. I'm not the poster you are, Clovis, never will be. But you will never be fit for command. And, as your superior, I take some responsibility for that. For the vanity of your outlook. I should have curbed these tendencies, rather than sympathized with them, because you seem to have confused my sympathy with tolerance, but there is a limit to how much I can tolerate, and that is where we are presently standing! There are some things we were never meant to be to one another. I see that now. Friends on my side. Relations on yours. So let us turn our energies back to being what Facepunch, and life, have seen fit to make us. We should give that our best. There can be no argument between us there. Now you must excuse me. I have a Service to finish writing for tomorrow. It will have to act as the only eulogy our boy Garry will be given out here and I intend it to sing.
THERE MUST ALWAYS
BE
A
CHAIN
OF COMMAND
Your demeanor should be all cheer, fellow posters. You understand? It's going to be tight, but that's what we signed up for, an adventure for Garry and Facepunch. An adventure of a lifetime. That's what you should tell yourselves and the rest of the internet once we start going through this.
WE FOUND IT BOYS
THE NOR' WEST PASSAGE
https://files.facepunch.com/forum/upload/225353/d85d6943-74be-4771-a56e-b57ebc161144/yeah.PNG
And then a shitpost, the size of a cherry, stuck me here clear through the thread.
https://i.imgur.com/jz4sRsv.jpg
We've had worse, we had MaxofSTD after all
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