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Quoting the above: "Dr. p00n prescribes lithium."
The visage cackles as the lights flicker in a seemingly random pattern:
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You still call me names, destroy my work by deleting my description of the events and deny me credit on a task that I helped to make a success...
Just remember, I won before I left. I beat the game. The duel was mine. When I left I committed hyperreal suicide and left an epigram.
Try to forget me, let me fragment. You can never truly forget. A void is always left when you do. I threw myself into that void. I haunt you from that void. There is no abstraction as thorough as the abstraction of forgetting. No memory is as lucid as the memory of a void.
If you never knew me, you should know this: My tasks had more discussion on them than any other tasks. Ever. By a wide margin. That record probably still stands, but there is no way to know. They don't let you search for tasks by most discussed anymore. I raised confusion to an art form. I challenged the old guard so much that the duel system was devised to deal specifically with me. In the end I beat Sean at his own game in the first duel.
Yes, new players. I am the crazy uncle who nobody discusses in polite company.
You have no details, only a fragmented silhouette from an earlier time. As you leave this post and go about your lives you fragment me further, sending me back to the void from whence I came.
*evil echoing cackle from beyond the grave sampled from a bad b-flick*
I'm just back to collect my winnings. It's 12:12 here in Eastern Standard Time and I won by 3 votes. You owe me some satisfaction, Sean.
We discussed on your task thread briefly what satisfaction might mean. Since then I did some research and it turns out that satisfaction is when I'm satisfied. See The Princeton Dictionary.
You know what would satisfy me, Sean? If you did your job. Let me explain what I mean by that:
1. Clearly document how the peer moderation works in this game.
2. Set up some form of procedure to stop one collaborator from denying other collaborators credit for work that they have done. Perhaps some kind of judicial thing. I don't know. Whatever you set up it needs to put a big red X on this task or else whatever you created does not create justice.
3. Respect the players enough to respond to emails from them.
I'll stop back in a week to check on your progress. I hope that you will make good on your promise of satisfaction.
I'm just back to collect my winnings. It's 12:12 here in Eastern Standard Time and I won by 3 votes. You owe me some satisfaction, Sean.
We discussed on your task thread briefly what satisfaction might mean. Since then I did some research and it turns out that satisfaction is when I'm satisfied. See The Princeton Dictionary.
You know what would satisfy me, Sean? If you did your job. Let me explain what I mean by that:
1. Clearly document how the peer moderation works in this game.
2. Set up some form of procedure to stop one collaborator from denying other collaborators credit for work that they have done. Perhaps some kind of judicial thing. I don't know. Whatever you set up it needs to put a big red X on this task or else whatever you created does not create justice.
3. Respect the players enough to respond to emails from them.
I'll stop back in a week to check on your progress. I hope that you will make good on your promise of satisfaction.
It's over.
I don't care.
Want to know why?
Ask P00N.
Ah, how quickly they forget.
When I wrote that post I was looking at the wrong page, that's why I thought we couldn't search for completions by comments. I distinctly remember my big, red X at the top of that page. It was glorious. Hemingway Kat would remember it if you hadn't killed her the same way you killed me. The tasks of confusion are all gone but one now, and on that one most of the comments are now deleted. There is no evidence for either side. My hyperreal suicide was thorough. Void has clouded your minds. My record is void. I am void.
The visage fragments and fades farther.
You still deny me, even after I am dead and gone?
You hear rumbling from the graveyard next door. Sounds of granite slabs shifting rings through the night. The sound grows louder and seems to spread across the graveyard. Granite shifts from all corners. The faint sound of a granite slab cracking as it topples and hits the ground sends a chill up your spine.