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The most sensible solution would be for DarkUnderlord to make a spinoff site called RPG Codexanfront. Think of the ad revenue!
Tsk tsk, it was you Crispy, wasn't it?
Crispy thought it would solve everything if people learned that I wasn't actually the one who retardoed that thread. (I preferred to let the Jew-paranoia continue because it amuses me.)
It helps to read this thread with this background music:
She's the big boss behind this whole operation. Remember who's responsible for codex social media presence.the real criminal is crooked bee
she's become an outsider, directing shots outside the scenes. who does she work for? who does she answer to? who pays for her chicken tendies?
All DU needs now is a nigger to complete his casting
Jim Profit is dead. You and me, we all killed him.The only way to peace is through the emancipation of Jim Profit!
The oncoming purge will resolve this issue.
Dude, settle down. There are no hostilities. There's a bunch of whiny morons who took it personally, because they are the resident shitposters and they know it, and there was a lot of crying from like 6/7 people and that was all.
People who legitimately come here to discuss games or politics or what have you don't give a shit. People who have spent more than 30 seconds on the Codex don't give a shit, because they know DU does these things from time to time and then everything goes back to "normal".
The only people complaining are the retards whose posts consist only of shitty racist vignettes and "hurr niggers" posts. Let them cry and let's move on.
Under the table jcd's feet made convulsive movements. He had not stirred from his seat, but in his mind he was running, swiftly running, he was with the crowds outside, cheering himself deaf. He looked up again at the portrait of DarkUnderlord. The colossus that bestrode the world! The rock against which the hordes of RPGWatch dashed themselves in vain! He thought how ten minutes ago -- yes, only ten minutes -- there had still been equivocation in his heart as he wondered whether the news from the front would be of victory or defeat. Ah, it was more than a Popamole army that had perished! Much had changed in him since that first day in the Politics subforum, but the final, indispensable, healing change had never happened, until this moment.
The voice from the telescreen was still pouring forth its tale of doritos and mountain dew and neutral Pillars of eternity reviews, but the shouting outside had died down a little. The waiters were turning back to their work. One of them, Agent Orange, approached with the gin bottle. jcd, sitting in a blissful dream, paid no attention as his glass was filled up. He was not running or cheering any longer. He was back in the Politics subforum, with everything forgiven, his soul white as snow. He was in the public dock, confessing everything, implicating everybody. He was walking down the white-tiled corridor, with the feeling of walking in sunlight, and an armed moderator at his back. The longhoped-for bullet was entering his brain.
He gazed up at the enormous face. More than 1,000 Kodex Kool Kredits it had taken him to learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath the dark moustache. O cruel, needless misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast! Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved DarkUnderlord.