04-06-2022, 09:10 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-06-2022, 11:40 AM by CBR600RR. Edited 3 times in total.)
Assassins Creed Black Flag sea shanties can be heard coming from down the dim-light hallway. There’s a door made of dark mahogany wood and a shiny brass door handle standing alone at the end of the hallway. I can see the light moving around in the room as it eclipses under the inch of space at the bottom of the door. A voice speaks. It’s elegance, one of great stature, too grand to be replicated in this anecdote booms from behind the door, the walls vibrating from the bellowing yells. A painting falls to the floor and shatters. The pieces of glass slide all over the floor like a puck at the Winter Olympics. I can hear the creature behind the door question if He heard the shattering over the constant mic spamming and slur throwing in the game. It seems like down in His gut He knows something requires His delicate attention beyond the door, but the sheer amount of RDM reports prohibits Him from gaining the courage to investigate. Oh my god. The energy. I can feel it. Like Goku. He’s powering up. The hairs on my body begin to stand and the sense of something immaculate to happen sends chills down my spine. The creature screams. The most blood curdling scream one could ever hear in their lifetime. Suddenly, He starts typing, so fast that the sounds of the keys clicking all begin to merge into one single constant wave of vibrational noise. In what seemed like 7 seconds, He gagged every player that was mic spamming, muted the random who joined not even 48 seconds ago only to start spamming slurs in the chat, banned the 3 randoms whose names were that of a closely mound friend group and quite obviously occurred to the creature they were ghosting, handed out 14 slays from the 19 outstanding RDM reports including a prop kill report from the previous map. How the creature was able to view the death scene from the previous map is beyond me, but I do not dare question its ability to moderate the server, for I value most my life. I knew that the one who sat at the desk on the other side of this olden door, was not man, woman, nor creature, like I was mistaken, but rather, dare I say, a God.
+1 give the god Trusted.
+1 give the god Trusted.