Eh, you weren't that bad of a guy, I only really remember the one incident with you.
Just the other day I was looking through my txt file containing some of the most amusing/absurd forum quotes I've encountered and I saw
*chanting in the background* *chanting gets louder* *you can make the words out slightly* "ban, ban, ban, ban, ban," *Chanting gets louder and louder* "Ban, ban, ban, ban," *as they get closer, you see familiar faces.* *these familiar faces are all your friends from the blockland forums* *They are carrying torches, bows, and spears made of wood.* *As soon as they see you, they all increase the volume of their chant.* *They all stop in their tracks, and look at you* *they advance toward you, some of them are drawing their bows, aiming at you* *You start to run, but you're too late, one of the arrows hits you in the thigh. and you trip* *pain sears through your thigh like never before. You have never felt this much pain* *The rest of them slowly advance toward you* *Once they get close, the ones with spears start butting you with the sharp, splintery ends of their spears. they do this relentlessly for a couple minutes, you screaming in agony the whole time.* *Then, suddenly, an even more familiar face comes out of the nearby brush* *It's badspot, and he's carrying a plastic toy hammer that seems to have been hastily painted red.* *He slowly walks toward you, and as the others see him, they stop in their tracks and run away into the bushes.* *Badspot comes over to you, looks you in the eye, and starts beating your head with the toy hammer mercilessly* *he keeps beating you with the hammer until the hammer breaks, and by that time, there is a good sized hole in your skull.* *Badspot dips a finger in, and slowly paints the words: "USER WAS BANNED FOR POST" into the ground near you* *He calls over your friends, and they set off once again.*
and
AND THIS IS HOW WE WASH OUR HANDS
and I wondered if you were ever going to come back.
