[Mokka]

Just found out I could change the theme...

Had some 80's looking pink skin for 5 1/2 years now

How was I suppose to know??

[Mokka]

I want to know what the heck V Bulletin is??

[Fetch The Bolt Cutters]

the board template or s/t idk

[Mokka]

oh... that makes sense

[Cherie]

Originally Posted by mizzy25

I don't understand most things on here

That means you have a high level of intelligence Mizzy

[Cherie]

Originally Posted by MTVN

The infraction system is:

9 points: 1 Day
15: 2 Days
21: 7 Days
28: 7 Days
35: 2 Weeks
41: 2 Weeks
47: 3 Weeks
53: 3 Weeks

But then of course you don't know how many points you have on each infraction anymore

[Crimson Dynamo]

I know that if you make 5 threads or more a week you get -20 infraction points

so that is good

[arista]

Would prefer 3 yellow cards
and 4th Red - Your Banned

Brutal

[Crimson Dynamo]

Originally Posted by arista

Would prefer 3 yellow cards
and 4th Red - Your Banned

Brutal

yes and the cards are shown next to your user-name so people can see that you are walking a tightrope

[Mystic Mock]

LeatherTrumpet and Arista trying to create a TIBB version of that Chinese Programme about the criminals just before they get executed.

[Crimson Dynamo]

Originally Posted by Mystic Mock

LeatherTrumpet and Arista trying to create a TIBB version of that Chinese Programme about the criminals just before they get executed.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-17303746

that sounds a very interesting programme

[Mystic Mock]

The question though LeatherTrumpet is that who would be the first to be executed on this Forum? Metaphorically of course.

[Crimson Dynamo]

Originally Posted by Mystic Mock

The question though LeatherTrumpet is that who would be the first to be executed on this Forum? Metaphorically of course.

Come the revolution the mods would be the first to ascend the gallows

its the only true way forward for the future of the children of tomorrow

[LemonJam]

Originally Posted by Chaos

the use of 'ha'

i'm sorry, but no. it's awful and makes no sense

I'm all for a cheeky aabreviation but isn't her short enough? It took me a while to realise it wasn't just a shorter "haha"

[Livia]

Originally Posted by Mystic Mock

The question though LeatherTrumpet is that who would be the first to be executed on this Forum? Metaphorically of course.

[Mokka]

So this user...
Cflannadoowada

if you click their name in the Who's Online List you get a user warning...
or I do any ways...

Mokkajava, you do not have permission to access this page. This could be due to one of several reasons:

1. Your user account may not have sufficient privileges to access this page. Are you trying to edit someone else's post, access administrative features or some other privileged system?
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Why is that

[Crimson Dynamo]

Originally Posted by kirklancaster

His Original and subsequent posts on this thread irrefutably prove that LeatherTrumpet is possessed of true comic genius.

(And also that he is stark, staring bonkers)

His allusion to me being the dickhead of a printer in 'Eireland' is pure comic lunacy.

Welcome back

We all missed you

[Mokka]

Originally Posted by LeatherTrumpet

Welcome back

We all missed you

This

when you disappear... it becomes a thing on TiBB I don't understand

[Z]

You were on your way home when you died.

It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.

And that’s when you met me.

“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”

“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.

“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”

“Yup,” I said.

“I… I died?”

“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.

You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”

“More or less,” I said.

“Are you god?” You asked.

“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”

“My kids… my wife,” you said.

“What about them?”

“Will they be all right?”

“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”

You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”

“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”

“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”

“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”

“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”

You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”

“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”

“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”

“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”

I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.

“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”

“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”

“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”

“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”

“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”

“Where you come from?” You said.

“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”

“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”

“So what’s the point of it all?”

“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”

“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.

I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”

“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”

“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”

“Just me? What about everyone else?”

“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”

You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”

“All you. Different incarnations of you.”

“Wait. I’m everyone!?”

“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.

“I’m every human being who ever lived?”

“Or who will ever live, yes.”

“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”

“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.

“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.

“And you’re the millions he killed.”

“I’m Jesus?”

“And you’re everyone who followed him.”

You fell silent.

“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”

You thought for a long time.

“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”

“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”

“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”

“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”

“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”

“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”

And I sent you on your way.

[Calderyon]

That´s very deep there, Zeta.