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Warning: This story may cause blindness, boredom, and the urge to commit suicide if you bother to read the wall of text.
There I was, standing in the street waving my stun stick at ruffians... When along came a dane (no offence intended) swinging a prop around what seemed to be the whole street... And he seemed to do it completely oblivious to the community watching him, so I decided to follow the village idiot; that now started on his way to the Gimp Head Quarters... He then seemed to stop as-though flummoxed by the contraption we call a doorway, so he stood for a moment...
And after what seemed to be a period of deep thought, made a fence (the so called “A wrong prop”) and intentionally began to move it into position... At which point I conjured a great storm with hushed mystical words “!freeze jule” and held it in my hands “Ctrl & C”, ready to zap him into a statue as an example to all; of profound idiocy...
At which point the dane performed the inevitable; and blocked what bamboozled him, with his dastardly “A wrong prop”... I then hurled my bolt of freezing might at his face! And laughed at his demise, and he: expressing only the struggle to rack his brains for excuses, and as I vaguely recall; he moaned the words: “No wait, I wasn't....” and fell into a stumble of words until he stopped and watched me in silence; as I was getting ready to say my part, I decided to give him a little more time to explain, as I noticed more and more people started to gather around the scene...
I then said the very words to his face: “You aren't going to minge on this server sonny” although it was lacking in imagination, I knew that someone like him: Joining a server, and then immediately deciding to perform dastardly deeds.. the only thing to teach such a person a lesson is to banish and exile him from the server, after the sternly given warning...
And so! Once more I began to usher more mystical words, before the very eyes of the crowd! “I thee 'HawkAceum' of thy society of VentrilloMob, condemn thine 'Jule' to 2000 minutes of solitudine consideration of the constitutional rules”...
Or something similar to that, I then ushered in a fast-pace; “!ban Jule 2000” and thrust the smiting bolt of flame in his direction, and scorched his buttocks from the earth.
Disclaimer: This description of events passed may be dramaticized for the sake of quenching the boredom of the writer and reader, and not to flame, although the mention of flaming arses came up. And I did give him a good sum time to explain, and gave good warning prior to the ban.
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