"You smell that? Do you smell that?...Napalm, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for twelve hours. When it was all over I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' dink body. The smell, you know, that gasoline smell, the whole hill. Smells like - victory. Some day, this war's gonna end." - Lieutenant Colonel Bill Kilgore

Friday, July 10, 2009

Tabasco's Insecurity Issues

I left this group around a year ago because they were pimping their members for more cash for the "privilege" to play on their public Raven Shield server.

This was 2008 - the game was out for over five years and next to no one except Red Hour was playing it anymore, so they expected premium clan dues for a public un-password protected server and public Ventrilo when there were less than 20 people online in the entire planet that even played Raven Shield at that point.

Yesterday I left a post in their public forum (had been posting for several weeks on a drop-in basis without an issue as I am still friendly with several chaps in that group) that I could be used as an emergency backup for the only game that anyone in the group was still playing and that was – believe it or not – Raven Shield.

Yes I still have it installed and figured I would dick around with it for awhile. As much as I was burnt out on the game it still holds a special grip on my e-Penis.

Well today when I log in I am greeted with a ban from the website. That is Tabby for you. Can’t face up like a man; He has to hide behind his admin rights. No private message explaining his Marxist action, no email detailing the reasons why he has to exert Jim Jones-type control over the 13 year olds that he is attempting to recruit.

I guess his "power and authority" came into question when he failed to deal with me the first time.

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