Author Topic: The Pine Tree Conspiracy  (Read 2821 times)

My story begins today, about 5 minutes ago. I browsed the forums, hesitating before I entered Drama. Off-topic was a rough place, the kinda place where you can step on a bunch of blokos and never get a single offer of assistance. The kinda place where one bad post means a ban. But I didn't care, it may have been 5 years but it was the same place it'd always been. I saw a topic, "RIP Blockland". Some noob who needed to be taught a lesson. Except it wasn't, it was the man himself, Badspot. Upon clicking, I breathed a sigh of relief. Joke topic, Badspot was up to his usual tricks. But eventually I saw a post that made my blood run cold:

no pine tree, obv faked

When I saw this, I knew I'd heard it somewhere before. It'd been many years, but the familiarity was unmistakable. So I used the search function, typing "pine tree fake" (without quotation marks) and setting the drop down menu to "oldest topics first". What was there to find? How could something from so long ago surface right now? This was the first result:

http://forum.blockland.us/index.php?topic=85275.0


The source was Block Builder, aka Tc572, aka Mr. Resetti, formaly known as tcxxx572. Aka, PredatorOoze. It had been me the entire time. A past self, whose words echoed in the present. These people claimed I was a stranger, yet I heard my words repeated from beyond the ban. My mind swirled with questions, but I knew one thing: I'd track down Camel, whoever he was, and he'd either give me the information I wanted or get banned trying...

i can't bring myself to dislike this topic even though it's a joke drama

it's just beautiful

I'm legitimately confused.


This ladies and gentlemen is the wonders of smoking marijuana.

This is how you do a joke drama.

Even if this is a joke topic, why do people keep posting stuff like this?

Even if this is a joke topic, why do people keep posting stuff like this?

"this is a joke, why do people keep making jokes?"

you son of a birch...

We met in a dark inbox, near the profile button. I was almost to the end of my cigarette when I heard his footsteps nearing. In hushed tones, he mocked me, telling me I'd never find the information I sought. Turning his back on me, I felt my curser hover over the "report to admin" button. I'd never wanted to be a murderer, but if I didn't follow up on my threats then I'd never get anywhere. I closed my eyes as I clicked, not wanting to see his red text splatter against the post. I knew what it said.

omg in that topic

NILISCRO

what happened to niliscro;(


Am I the only person the read this in a 1940's detective's voice?

Am I the only person the read this in a 1940's detective's voice?
i literally just put on jazz and read it in a 1940s detectives voice wtf lol

Am I the only person the read this in a 1940's detective's voice?
you aren't
in fact anyone who didn't read that is a dumb baby-dropper