sorry guys, was hitting the Reply Topic button just as the page jumped, guess it hadn't finished loading, I hit the delete button. I've mailed Zuperman, so waiting on him to put things back for us.

Sorry.
Soon as we get our thread back up I'll delete this one....on purpose

I wish it had a "are you sure you want to delete " option, before everything goes poof...gone. I have wasted many posts this same way Muck

Fat fingers strikes again

The reply topic button shouldn't be above delete topic.

Homeless........ Again........ I am feeling cold......... Need to be........ Held....... The light....... Drifting to the........ Light...... Can't........ Breath.......... MOM.ME..........

[*M]bzerkbzerk wrote: The reply topic button shouldn't be above delete topic.

I'm thinking exactly the same thing. Going to ask Z about it when I get an answer from him.

Really sorry guys If you see anyone in game let them know please and I'm willing accept all chastisement, but not too kinky please

YEMX wrote:

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Now that there is what I call chastisement

Why do you think I am bad all the time

YEMX wrote:

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O my I been very bad I need chastisement . Please o please!!!

Oi!get in line!!!

They really need to move that button, and/or add that "are you sure" option.

I've nearly done this myself several times.

This troublesome button only seems to affect M.O.M...

TXLAWMAN wrote: This troublesome button only seems to affect M.O.M...

I say "hide it like her belly button"!!!




Or at least make it hard to reach....

Great googly-moogly!!! I am scarred for life!

Bump

For Squad of 7 a.k.a Micheal if he comes by. The rest of you are free to read if you so please. A rather long-winded poem I did not too long ago.

Weather[*M]an wrote: So I did a reading of this and posted it, but never posted the actual writing. With that in mind here it is.

I cannot begin to list nor prescribe to you my shortfalls and iniquities. They are numerous and without end. They are all in one a poor representation of the man I perceive inside when I attempt to describe that man out loud and besides, who listens to false hope and promises. I will not attempt to allow you on the one hand to view me as a mountain climber knowing that on the other hand I am barely able to crawl.

Understand it was never my hope to have you read between the lines and lies to see what I had hoped only I could see. Take a shower they said, you will feel cleaner they said. While I washed the dirt and grime from my outer layer my innermost pieces decayed and withered. It was not my hope that you see me this way.

But darling if you know me then trust me I know all my missteps. I know them all every time I look in that mirror. My distrust for the human race is no greater than the distrust I have for my own face. Believe me when I say I should have helped. The burden you felt was so unfair. Hanging on desperately to a sinking ship hoping that the floating remains would provide some semblance of a true relationship. I was nothing more than an albatross around your neck.

This might be a long-winded exposè on my personal self-loathing and fear, but understand I hated that it had become so clear and evident. You deserved the best or at least something or someone who didn't compromise and try to hide the darkness within itself. Everyone has their battles and demons, but why is it so damn easy to reason with and receive them without so much as a whimper?

I was a poor interpretation of that old Jekyll and Hyde. I tried to blend them together despite the groaning inside that something better was contained in this mere form. I pushed aside, over analyzed, and berated that notion inside that I was meant for more than a lackluster sideshow act. All the while, I made you stand idly by while watching me twist and writhe with those feelings of desperation and inadequacy thinking you would be better to avoid my struggles than take part in the demise.

I made you watch me drown and in the end silence was the sound that deafened even the farthest corners of my personal torment. I was alone. I had all at once won and lost the war that had been raging within those poor decayed pieces. I was left a hollow shell, a void in the space where I once fell, but it was in those moments of that living hell that I realized I was meant to exist. Of course, this was not without your help. Ghosts of the past still wander in that empty space awaiting their chance to be purged and vanquished by the new and near. This is just a intimate tale of a new war yet to be fought or the new ship ready for sail.

I need not another captain nor first mate to assist, just release my inhibitions and let the prevailing winds take hold of those sails. I no longer hate myself, just thought you should know. I have realized that in my passings and trespassings it gets me nowhere. I have already been there.

That's a deep and thoughtful bit of writing there, but as we are now back in our old, messy, but well loved home, I'm going to lock this thread, I won't delete it, I let it stand as testament to my incompetent fat fingers and as a warning to all squad leaders and moderators....beware the fat and clumsy finger, beware the page that has not fully loaded....beware and take care.


Besides, I can always unlock it if needs must