READ ME! 
Oh perfect! I get to try and ruin someone's day and make them feel horrible about him or herself!
I am only making this just to give myself some fun in response to a well written post.
My post will follow below:
Don't you think you are somewhat going overboard?
I truly respect that you're trying to post intelligent topics which contain good grammar and which shed light on problems of >> "Age of Time" but do you really believe you are within the boundaries of a sane person?
Not as an insult, but creating a temporary webpage about this, writing whole entire documents over it might be going over the line.
I understand that you trying to get something fixed that may harm the community; but howcome you have taken it upon yourself to make such a big deal out of it? You are a carrying an overloaded burden in which you could have just dropped of earlier.
Howcome you make such weird metaphors which resemble the current state of AoT? For example: AoT has a large tumor which must be removed! I believe Badspot will be the surgeon. Wow, that's brutal and that puts a well drawn picture of Badspot removing chunks of meat from a dead rotting corpse which has been bathing in the sun for countless hours.
I guess, I must take it upon myself to type in super duper metaphors which might add a glint of "specialty" to my post.
So, as the day slowly brightens and the sun is coming up from behind the third hill, Badspot, a surgeon took out his gleaming knife. This knife wasn't any ordinary knife. It was the saviour of AoT... This knife had the will and power to fix countless hours of frustration suffered by AoT players! This knife was not an ordinary knife which I must echo again. It was being held by a oh so mighty divine creature by the name of "Badspot". Ironic, but true - the holder / bearer had the power to change anything he wished with his shining blade of eternity. The knife, was there as it glinted in the morning sun.
The patient named Age of time was laying upon the grassy fields of Manitoba. It had a large tumor erecting from it's leg. This tumor wasn't an ordinary, oh no it wasn't. It screamed of pain and horror. Countless hours of broken gameplay, hours of frustration, anger and hours of Vesa being killed in game.
It wasn't until the saviour and sufferer of AoT made a quick glance towards the subject. With his or her gleaming eyes (excuse me about your gender. Some guys do like girly names and Anime too :] )
The heroic eyes shined upon the problem; which in this case was this horrible tumor which grew and thrived off of the suffering and pain of others.
Vesa quickly made her way to the meeting area of the AoT members. She or he, quickly made a dash towards the chalk board which lay there within a ditch. The ditch was the place where idea's flickered. A quiet place it was, where one could concentrate and express his or her feelings without doubt or shame.
Vesa started slowly as she or he placed her chalk upon the nice writing surface. The words slowly etched into place like a puzzle. The words were the most beautiful he or she had ever wrote. One flowing into another like a wonderful river of sparkling natural water on a warm summers evening. One the sunset had envy for.. One that would change AoT forever.
He or she felt so happy about him or herself, he/she left the ditch. Skipping along the grassy hills of Manitoba as the wind slowly swept between his or her long blonde hair. The long hair flew through the wind without hassle and a glint of happiness sparkled inside of Vesa's eyes.
She or he would have to create more backup to uphold this mighty writing that he or she had made just awhile back on the board which still peacefully remained in the ditch.
In hopes of the mighty saviour and divine being: Badspot - viewing this wonderful piece of artwork; Vesa decided to create a place where all evidence and documentations would be held. Undisturbed, unhackable and hosted by only the highest of fountains.
She or he quickly ran to the western fountain a few kilometers away from the hills which she or he was at only moments ago.
Vesa sprung the photos out of his or her silky pockets. The photos glimmered upon the sunlight and it made a quick glare towards his or her eyes. The photos now lay on a large rocky slab.
Where all could view, but none would dare touch.
Vesa made a seat beside the rock looking off into the distance in hopes that the mighty and divine lord "Badspot" would make a wonderful and surprising appearance.
As the days, weeks and soon months went by, she or he sat there with confidence. Guarding and looking over her shrine of photo's which had the power of persuasian.
A year later, Vesa still sits there, frozen like a block of ice. Slowly melting, but always watching over...
THE END
