ROFL!
Moat: *dies of laughter*
Moat's Angel: *dies of laughter*
Moat's Ghost: *dies of laughter*
Moat's Soul: *dies of laughter*
Alter-Moats: *die of laughter*
This...thread...so...funny.
Thanks a lot for KILLING ALL MY COUNTERPARTS AND I, CRASHZX!
Nao....to be serious.
First of all...
I have never known any moderator to actually abuse anyone. For one thing, all mods are chosen very exclusively. In case you haven't noticed, there aren't many of them. For another thing, they are chosen exclusively, for their maturity and respect. Sure, yada yada, so and so probably locked your thread and gave you a warning. But that's their job, isn't it?
Secondly, you are new. You have, what, five posts? Four when you don't count the one making this thread. There is no way that you could have actually been harrassed to any extent.
Thirdly, if such a thing did occur, then the so-called abused would be able to report the mod to Carlie. They could be de-modded or banned.
Kay, now I'mma done being srs.
By the way, this introduces a brand-new Moat! Just in time for my inactivity!
MOD ABUSE COUNSELING: CASE 2
THE LOCKED THREAD
Paranoid Moat: *sobbing uncontrollably*
Dr. Moat: It's all right, Paranoid. Just tell me what happened. Remember, I have a degree in Criminal Justice, Philosophy, Psychology, and Medical Sciences. I can help you.
Gay Moat: *snuffle* He-he hathn't talked to anyone thinthe...it happened. It wath hard enough for uth jutht to get him out of hith Panic Room.
Dr. Moat: All right, that's okay then. Why don't you tell me what happened, please?
Gay Moat: *starts crying*
Dr. Moat: *sigh* Would anyone else like to tell me?
Straight Moat: No way. I'm outta this whine-fest. *leaves the room*
Dr. Moat: Fine by me. You pay two hundred dollars for every minute, per person, so five minutes of crying, I just made a thousand dollars off you alone. Go ahead, feel free to leave. I'll add the payment to your phone bill.
Straight Moat: *from hallway* GAWDAMMIT!
Homicidal Moat: I'll tell you what happened, Dr. Phil.
Dr. Moat: I told you this before. Yes, I am a doctor, but my name is Doctor Moat.
Insane Moat: I don't understand.
Dr. Moat: *sigh* Why don't you just tell me what happened?
Homicidal Moat: All right. Now, there was this mod who had No Name-
Dr. Moat: Wait a second...everybody has to have a name, are you sure you didn't just neglect to look at his username-
Homicidal Moat: I'M TELLING THE STORY! I SAY HE HAD NO NAME! AND NO MORE INTERRUPTIONS!
Dr. Moat: All right, all right. Go ahead. I promise, no more interruptions. Remind me again why Grammar Nazi can't tell me this?
Homicidal Moat: He only speaks German, no English.
Dr. Moat: But I do speak German too, fluently, so-
Homicidal Moat: I AM TELLING THE STORY!
Dr. Moat: Very well, proceed. And quickly, before the sedatives I administered to you wear off.
Homicidal Moat: The...the what?
Dr. Moat: Nevermind, nevermind, just tell the story!
Homicidal Moat: Okay. Anyway, Paranoid decided to make this thread, right? It was a huge achievement for him, it was the first time he went on the Internet, because he was afraid of porn, snuff films, and typing in general.
Dr. Moat: Go on...
Homicidal Moat: We decided to start him off at AG, because, disregarding the occasional 420 or newb, it's a safe place. So, the first thread he made reflected on himself. It was in the Forum Games, and it was called "Tell The User Below You Your Worst Fears, Then Have Them Exploit Those Fears Graphically".
Dr. Moat: Interesting.
Homicidal Moat: So anyway, the users who saw the thread did exactly what the title told them to. But for some reason that none of us can comprehend, after a user who said he was afraid of pedophiles was told a rape story, just like the title said, this No Named Mod locked the thread.
Dr. Moat: Hmmm...
Homicidal Moat: So, we went to the Queen McNeely administrator-
Dr. Moat: *coughing to control his interruption-to-be*
Homicidal Moat: To report the No Named Mod for his abuse, she said it was just how everything works. So, Paranoid, Insane, Gay, Grammar Nazi, and I all lost our faith in humanity. Straight Moat seemed unaffected by the tragedy but he agreed to come with us.
Dr. Moat: And what about the other Moats?
Homicidal Moat: They...they didn't care. They called us stupid crybabies. Well, all except for Sweet Moat. They didn't want to come. But Jonathan's paying for this, so I guess he cares. Although, he doesn't know he's paying, it's the money that counts, not the thought!
Dr. Moat: I see. Well, gentlemen, I think I know what's wrong with all of you, and the AG system.
Homicidal Moat: What?
Dr. Moat: Well, there's nothing wrong with AG, but you all have a serious affliction. We in the psychology field like to refer to it as Queribundus Baro Syndrome, and there is... no cure.
Gay Moat: Oh no! But what doeth Queribunduth Baro mean?
Dr. Moat: I'm afraid you wouldn't want to know.
Gay Moat: *crying again*
Five Hours Later
Mind-Moat: So, how much is all of this costing Jonnycakes against his will or knowledge?
Dr. Moat: Six thousand dollars per person. So, thirty thousand dollars in all.
Mind-Moat: Hm.
Straight Moat: Jonny's wrath when he finds out will be great, but better than me paying for it. Besides, we can just use Sweet as a scapegoat, he won't say anything.
Dr. Moat: Fine by me. As long as I get paid, I'm happy.
Straight Moat: With thirty thousand dollar sessions? You should be!
Dr. Moat: I am.
Moat: So out of curiosity, what does Queribundus Baro Syndrome mean?
Dr. Moat: It's Latin, for Complaining Idiot. Syndrome. I made it up on the fly. It's great to insult people without their knowledge
*laughter*
One Phone Bill Later
Jonathan: MOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!