Post by omeguz on Mar 21, 2004 6:49:40 GMT -5
Note: Written Nov. 2003
Dearly beloved,
I have come here today to tell you the story of THE CONCLAVE
And here it is:
It was a nice, sunny morning, and Morbaruk was happily surfing Essential Magic. "Well gee!" thought Morbaruk, "This is SUCH a cool place, I think it would be cool to have a forum myself! Not only that, but it will finaly satisfy my unquenchable thirst for power!". And so he set to it, drawing the foundations for his new internet message board. "I shall call it 'THE CONCLAVE'" he said to himself. Well, Morbaruk worked for 6 days, and he worked hard, and he worked good, making a reasonably nice message board. And on the seventh day, he rested, because he was too f0rking tired to do anything, that lazyarse!
Well, he stood up, his back bent from days of computer work, and he looked at his new board, and he was glad (although it looked like shyt).
"Well, this is such a large, magnificant place, I am going to need some Mods to help me manage it!"
And so he asked his very good friend who went by the name of Paul.
"Well, I know Paul is a slimy backstabber, so I will need more Mods!" He exclaimed! and immediatly Viperdude and Omeguz appeared on each shoulder...both with devils horns. "We'll do it!" they told him, and ca-ching, they were hired!
Well, the new mods got streight to work. Evidently Morbaruk had forgotten some very important aspects for message boards, and the Mods created boards, threads and categories.
"So now there are the four of us" Viperdude valiantly explained, "but who are we to mod, my dear Morbaruk?". And it was true! For The Conclave was emptier than Morbaruk's Boxershorts! Nothing to be found!
"I KNOW" Omeguz said. "Lets start yelling and spamming our name aroun eM, JUST FOR A SHORT WHILE...that way we will get some members, and everyone can see how great this place is!"
Well, the three of them agreed, except for Paul,
Paul just grunted, because he hated life in general.
So they got to work and put THE CONCALVE in their sigs, and told people about how cool this new place was! After a while, Omeguz PMed Vipe and Morbaruk, telling them that they should tone down the advertising, and again they agreed, and again Paul behaved antisocial because noone liked him.
By this time they had about 20 members. And loyal they were! The members posted frequently, and all was well.
"Well" Morbaruk said to the others "I think we need another Moderator, what do you think Omeguz and Viper?".
'Twas agreed that another Mod was needed, and posters were hung up in search for the strangest, most rediculously horny person currently prawling the internet, for he was to be the new Moderator. And they found him at a childrens playground with his pants arou d his ancles, in the wooden playhouse. 'Twas Pinata, and he was MUCH older than all of them. "Oh great grandfather of Porndom" Omeguz shouted, "how would you like to join us founding fathers and become a Moderator at THE CONCLAVE?". Pinata finished up with little Lucy and promptly joined them. It took a while to pull Paul off of the mothers on the bench, but finally they took him away.
Well, they were back home, and all was well in Claveland (not CLEVELAND). But at once, all the post started dating, and less and less people visited. Viperdude dissapeared and Paul was off in some other stroy line forum, acting out the role of some king of a sandplanet.
So that left Morbaruk, The Creator; Omeguz The Watchful; and Pinata, the Horny. And they talked, and they discussed, and they kept it alive.
Many thought that the Clave was dead, Omeguz was asking Pinata what could be done, and many possibilities were discussed.
It was a sad and desperate time for The Conclave, and all were worried.
Morbaruk, Pinata dn Omeguz continued to post, talking about very useless, boring crap, but that crap would soon be legendary! But it was still boring and empty
Until, at last, as had been fortold, a crisis occured at Essential Magic.
Riots started with the redisign, and the angry Mob was looking for somewhere to run. Somewhere where they could speak their opinion, not have to be worried of Modslappage (toooo much), and could meet other refugees.
THE CONCLAVE
was their new home.
eM's finest started coming to The Clave, as well as Aratar...who, with his freakishly high voice proclaimed that he was here to stay.
Soon after, The Clave was growing and prospering with the best eM had to offer!
And this is where we are now, right here in the wonderfull CONCLAVE. Modded and protected by the Four Glorious Overlords: (in order of appearance)Morbaruk, Viperdude, Omeguz and Pinata. And they are proud and happy to welcome Scythe, the HTML wizard, and honorary Overlord to their team!
And here we are now! Overly happy with a group of vicious, happy users, joyfully clashing their opinions under one roof - which is what they allways wanted, from the beginning.
And if you wonder what happened to Paul, well, he returned with the rest, but he couldn't handle the happyness and the greatness of The Conclave, so he deleted a great landmark in Clave hostory, and was banished by the creator everforth!
Paul now works as a janitor in a homeless shelter, and on weekends he works in a cardboard factory.
This is the history of The Conclave, its creator, fans, and enemies. It is quite short, but i hope you enjoyed it.
I will see....when I get really bored again, I might write another account of something.
'Till then my friends
Omeguz
Dearly beloved,
I have come here today to tell you the story of THE CONCLAVE
And here it is:
It was a nice, sunny morning, and Morbaruk was happily surfing Essential Magic. "Well gee!" thought Morbaruk, "This is SUCH a cool place, I think it would be cool to have a forum myself! Not only that, but it will finaly satisfy my unquenchable thirst for power!". And so he set to it, drawing the foundations for his new internet message board. "I shall call it 'THE CONCLAVE'" he said to himself. Well, Morbaruk worked for 6 days, and he worked hard, and he worked good, making a reasonably nice message board. And on the seventh day, he rested, because he was too f0rking tired to do anything, that lazyarse!
Well, he stood up, his back bent from days of computer work, and he looked at his new board, and he was glad (although it looked like shyt).
"Well, this is such a large, magnificant place, I am going to need some Mods to help me manage it!"
And so he asked his very good friend who went by the name of Paul.
"Well, I know Paul is a slimy backstabber, so I will need more Mods!" He exclaimed! and immediatly Viperdude and Omeguz appeared on each shoulder...both with devils horns. "We'll do it!" they told him, and ca-ching, they were hired!
Well, the new mods got streight to work. Evidently Morbaruk had forgotten some very important aspects for message boards, and the Mods created boards, threads and categories.
"So now there are the four of us" Viperdude valiantly explained, "but who are we to mod, my dear Morbaruk?". And it was true! For The Conclave was emptier than Morbaruk's Boxershorts! Nothing to be found!
"I KNOW" Omeguz said. "Lets start yelling and spamming our name aroun eM, JUST FOR A SHORT WHILE...that way we will get some members, and everyone can see how great this place is!"
Well, the three of them agreed, except for Paul,
Paul just grunted, because he hated life in general.
So they got to work and put THE CONCALVE in their sigs, and told people about how cool this new place was! After a while, Omeguz PMed Vipe and Morbaruk, telling them that they should tone down the advertising, and again they agreed, and again Paul behaved antisocial because noone liked him.
By this time they had about 20 members. And loyal they were! The members posted frequently, and all was well.
"Well" Morbaruk said to the others "I think we need another Moderator, what do you think Omeguz and Viper?".
'Twas agreed that another Mod was needed, and posters were hung up in search for the strangest, most rediculously horny person currently prawling the internet, for he was to be the new Moderator. And they found him at a childrens playground with his pants arou d his ancles, in the wooden playhouse. 'Twas Pinata, and he was MUCH older than all of them. "Oh great grandfather of Porndom" Omeguz shouted, "how would you like to join us founding fathers and become a Moderator at THE CONCLAVE?". Pinata finished up with little Lucy and promptly joined them. It took a while to pull Paul off of the mothers on the bench, but finally they took him away.
Well, they were back home, and all was well in Claveland (not CLEVELAND). But at once, all the post started dating, and less and less people visited. Viperdude dissapeared and Paul was off in some other stroy line forum, acting out the role of some king of a sandplanet.
So that left Morbaruk, The Creator; Omeguz The Watchful; and Pinata, the Horny. And they talked, and they discussed, and they kept it alive.
Many thought that the Clave was dead, Omeguz was asking Pinata what could be done, and many possibilities were discussed.
It was a sad and desperate time for The Conclave, and all were worried.
Morbaruk, Pinata dn Omeguz continued to post, talking about very useless, boring crap, but that crap would soon be legendary! But it was still boring and empty
Until, at last, as had been fortold, a crisis occured at Essential Magic.
Riots started with the redisign, and the angry Mob was looking for somewhere to run. Somewhere where they could speak their opinion, not have to be worried of Modslappage (toooo much), and could meet other refugees.
THE CONCLAVE
was their new home.
eM's finest started coming to The Clave, as well as Aratar...who, with his freakishly high voice proclaimed that he was here to stay.
Soon after, The Clave was growing and prospering with the best eM had to offer!
And this is where we are now, right here in the wonderfull CONCLAVE. Modded and protected by the Four Glorious Overlords: (in order of appearance)Morbaruk, Viperdude, Omeguz and Pinata. And they are proud and happy to welcome Scythe, the HTML wizard, and honorary Overlord to their team!
And here we are now! Overly happy with a group of vicious, happy users, joyfully clashing their opinions under one roof - which is what they allways wanted, from the beginning.
And if you wonder what happened to Paul, well, he returned with the rest, but he couldn't handle the happyness and the greatness of The Conclave, so he deleted a great landmark in Clave hostory, and was banished by the creator everforth!
Paul now works as a janitor in a homeless shelter, and on weekends he works in a cardboard factory.
This is the history of The Conclave, its creator, fans, and enemies. It is quite short, but i hope you enjoyed it.
I will see....when I get really bored again, I might write another account of something.
'Till then my friends
Omeguz