Random Messages 16: This Thread Is A Cursed Mall Area with Tables

[DawningWinds]

No, this is a small portion of the internet.

 

[Maniacal Engineer]

Incorrect. This is a fictional location. It does not really exist.

 

[DawningWinds]

It is also a different "fictional location".

 

[Maniacal Engineer]

Incorrect. Ft. Kickass is everywhere.

Also, you have no authority here, anyway.

 

[DawningWinds]

Snowy also made the order of no beer in RM. And he's forum staff, unlike you. Officially, he outranks you within F&G.

 

[Maniacal Engineer]

Also technically incorrect. I was never replaced as F&G Section Head.

 

[DawningWinds]

That rank no longer exists, and you no longer hold it. I repeat, you are not forum staff.

 

[Maniacal Engineer]

I'm still Snowy's boss, though.

 

[DawningWinds]

You are his boss as a Multimedia Editor.
Not as a F&G Moderator.
If a person is a part-time cashier at a grocery store and a principal at a school, can the grocery store manager overrule his decisions as principal? Of course not! That would ridiculous, the grocery store manager has absolutely no authority in the school, even as the principal's boss on his other job.
Note that this is an analogy, and I am well aware that the Moderator rank is definitely not equivalent to a school's principal.

 

[Maniacal Engineer]

Your analogy assumes that the person is working for two different companies. Bulbagarden is one site, whether it's the Multimedia project or the forums.

 

[DawningWinds]

All right then, how about this analogy:
An employee at a Walmart works at two different stores(don't ask me why). In one store, he is asset protection. In the other, he is one of several cashiers. Can a manager at the store where he's a cashier fire him from his job as at the other? No! That manager isn't in charge of the other store; he's in charge of the building where he works.

 

[Maniacal Engineer]

That's a silly analogy, and, again, non-applicable. Bulbagarden is one site. One building for all projects.
The better analogy would be someone who works in a research lab for both the physics and chemistry departments. Can the chemist override the physicist for matters pertaining to the physicist's research project?

To that, the answer is, it depends. Most of the time, probably not, but there are circumstances when it could happen.

 

[DawningWinds]

Well then, congrats, you've made my point for me.

 

[Snowy]

You two are hurting my head.

If you have a problem with the ban on beer, please submit a complaint to Lone_Garurumon or Enzap in writing. Though, Lone_Garurumon is currently in the digital world, so you might have better luck with Enzap.

 

[toastghost]

Spoiler

The Nesquik Rabbit is a trickster god; a creature of lies who offers false promises of happiness to human children under the guise of chocolate milk. The milk is as blatant a falsity as he is, and from the moment the foul stuff touches your lips, you will know it to be your doom. Succumbing to the same sickness and mutation that sorrowfully befell him those lost and terrible eons ago, you, yourself, will become a hideous slave to serve in The Nesquik Rabbit's great and unholy army. You will unwillingly follow with countless other victims in his large and deceitful footsteps; spreading his disease to the furthest reaches of the Spectral Realm. Because his malevolence has rendered him physically weak as a spirit, he relies on his wicked cunning to ensnare his prey. His voice is high and child-like. He mimics the happiness that you seek. He will make you believe that he has it, so that you will believe he has what you want, and thus, will do what he asks in order to get it. He will make you drink the chocolate milk. Do not be fooled. If you can resist the charmer's promises, you will see the chocolate-milk snake for what he truly is beneath his old and awful facade; and you will run from him in primal terror of what you know him to be. He will not pursue you, should you see through his disguise. He will merely smile at you and turn to leave. He is somewhat impressed that you were able to resist his evil powers of persuasion, but the road is long and he can not dwell. An endless market of weak hearts and gullible fools, ripe for the plucking, lay just over the horizon of the next hell-acre. The only things he fears, aside from cleverness and luckiness which outrank his own, are The Pringles Man, who, if provoked, is death incarnate, and The Quaker Oats Man, who is salvation, and is confined to a hell-plane apart from the rest of the Spectral Realm. All three are members of Pilotredsun's Advertiser Demons Trinity. Should you ever find yourself trapped in the Spectral Realm at large, you must find a way to escape and hope you don't cross paths with the untrustworthy Nesquik Rabbit or the insidious Pringles Man. Be wise and be wary. The Nesquik Rabbit is not your friend, and he does not, as he loves to put it, "deliver the goods."
The Quaker Oats Man is an intimidating, but ultimately sad creature, confined to a hell-plane beyond the boundaries of normal existence. Though intimidating to behold, The Quaker Oats Man is the most benign and kind member of Pilotredsun's Advertiser Demons Trinity. He has spent countless eternities nursing the wretched, dead soil of his hell-plane prison, so that they may grow into golden yards of wheat, which far and wide across the lands for ever and ever. Should you ever find yourself trapped or banished to his plane of existence, do not be afraid. Find the Quaker Oats Man. His trail is unmistakable and easy to follow through the endless acres of wheat he has sown. When you find him, he will be your salvation. While The Nesquik Rabbit is a coward and a liar, and The Pringles Demon is a tyrant and a merchant of death, the Quaker Oats Man is a force for pure and holy good. Unlike his sinister counterparts, his product is nourishing and his sermon is trustworthy. His barley's top o' the shelf. He's a man of his word.
The Pringles Man is a bastard hellspawn of arrogance and avarice. More fiendish than the cowardly cunning of The Nesquik Rabbit, and completely averse to the divine generosity of The Quaker Oats Man, The Pringles Man is one of the most deadly inhabitants of the Spectral Realm, and, by far, the most dastardly member of Pilotredsun's Advertiser Demons Trinity. Behind the thick, mangled showman's mustache, the gnarled fangs of The Pringles Man betray his insatiable lust for blind consumer slavery on the altar of his fearsome prepackaged chip-like product. The insidious, oozing brain that festers and schemes inside the rotting, corporatistic skull of The Pringles Man contemplates the malevolent nature of just one thing: the swift and merciless expansion of his grand empire of crunchy crisps encased inside of erect cylindrical containers. Upon his terrible steed of foul-smelling yeast and faminous carbohydrates, The Pringles Man sleeplessly traverses the squalid wastelands of the Spectral Realm, spreading his hideous snacktime gospel to unconverted, unsuspecting denizens by the millions. His extravagant, blasphemous sermons astound and awe the drunken fools who seek salvation through mindless penance and monetary indulgence; and fool not the wary men who see-est true the materialistic constitution of his predatory, timeworn charade with contemptuous dour. But let he who knows the malicious word of the awful entrepreneur not make it known that he does; for should The Pringles Man catch wind of such a doubter, he shall use the fearsome power of his terrifying exclusive cuisine to condemn his lonely, unguarded soul to a salt-sprinkled death beyond rest, and a soul-destroying fate beyond words. Such The Pringles Man shall also bestow upon his followers whose loyalty should e'er be swayed by another brand of chip beyond the domain of his leisurely control. To admit disbelief in the scarlet conflagrations of The Pringles Man is death; to attempt to assuage the unholy grasp of The Pringles Man's power over thy soul is death; and thus, to be even truly be thine own self in the evil presence of The Pringles Man is death. It has been said that The Pringles Man fears only one thing: The Quaker Oats Man, who is the wheaty salvation of the Coming Morning, and who was long ago banished to a secret recess of the Spectral Realm, never to be seen again, and awaiting the day of that glorious Morning, where he shall rise early to meet the wicked eye of The Pringles Man, and slay him for all the Spectral Realm to see. It is the mission of The Pringles Man and his fearful slave worshippers to find and destroy the sacred golden haven of The Quaker Oats Man, and claim the vitamin-enriched souls of all who know him to be their holy savior. Should you ever find yourself somehow trapped in the dreaded, unstable expanses of the dark and malignant Spectral Realm, make haste for cover; for the revolting armies and the wrathful eyes of The Pringles Man are always on the prowl. And should ye ever be so unlucky as to find thyself staring into those black, spiteful windows of his vile and horrible soul, you'd only do well to accept his ultimatum of eternal slavery at the crunching heel of his mighty Pringles empire. For to deny his tyranny at that point is a purchase which you will undoubtedly regret.

 

[Maniacal Engineer]

Well then, congrats, you've made my point for me.

Incorrect, once again.

 

[Snowy]

Next one to argue has to clean the thread!

 

[Eeveely]

Spoiler

The Nesquik Rabbit is a trickster god; a creature of lies who offers false promises of happiness to human children under the guise of chocolate milk. The milk is as blatant a falsity as he is, and from the moment the foul stuff touches your lips, you will know it to be your doom. Succumbing to the same sickness and mutation that sorrowfully befell him those lost and terrible eons ago, you, yourself, will become a hideous slave to serve in The Nesquik Rabbit's great and unholy army. You will unwillingly follow with countless other victims in his large and deceitful footsteps; spreading his disease to the furthest reaches of the Spectral Realm. Because his malevolence has rendered him physically weak as a spirit, he relies on his wicked cunning to ensnare his prey. His voice is high and child-like. He mimics the happiness that you seek. He will make you believe that he has it, so that you will believe he has what you want, and thus, will do what he asks in order to get it. He will make you drink the chocolate milk. Do not be fooled. If you can resist the charmer's promises, you will see the chocolate-milk snake for what he truly is beneath his old and awful facade; and you will run from him in primal terror of what you know him to be. He will not pursue you, should you see through his disguise. He will merely smile at you and turn to leave. He is somewhat impressed that you were able to resist his evil powers of persuasion, but the road is long and he can not dwell. An endless market of weak hearts and gullible fools, ripe for the plucking, lay just over the horizon of the next hell-acre. The only things he fears, aside from cleverness and luckiness which outrank his own, are The Pringles Man, who, if provoked, is death incarnate, and The Quaker Oats Man, who is salvation, and is confined to a hell-plane apart from the rest of the Spectral Realm. All three are members of Pilotredsun's Advertiser Demons Trinity. Should you ever find yourself trapped in the Spectral Realm at large, you must find a way to escape and hope you don't cross paths with the untrustworthy Nesquik Rabbit or the insidious Pringles Man. Be wise and be wary. The Nesquik Rabbit is not your friend, and he does not, as he loves to put it, "deliver the goods."
The Quaker Oats Man is an intimidating, but ultimately sad creature, confined to a hell-plane beyond the boundaries of normal existence. Though intimidating to behold, The Quaker Oats Man is the most benign and kind member of Pilotredsun's Advertiser Demons Trinity. He has spent countless eternities nursing the wretched, dead soil of his hell-plane prison, so that they may grow into golden yards of wheat, which far and wide across the lands for ever and ever. Should you ever find yourself trapped or banished to his plane of existence, do not be afraid. Find the Quaker Oats Man. His trail is unmistakable and easy to follow through the endless acres of wheat he has sown. When you find him, he will be your salvation. While The Nesquik Rabbit is a coward and a liar, and The Pringles Demon is a tyrant and a merchant of death, the Quaker Oats Man is a force for pure and holy good. Unlike his sinister counterparts, his product is nourishing and his sermon is trustworthy. His barley's top o' the shelf. He's a man of his word.
The Pringles Man is a bastard hellspawn of arrogance and avarice. More fiendish than the cowardly cunning of The Nesquik Rabbit, and completely averse to the divine generosity of The Quaker Oats Man, The Pringles Man is one of the most deadly inhabitants of the Spectral Realm, and, by far, the most dastardly member of Pilotredsun's Advertiser Demons Trinity. Behind the thick, mangled showman's mustache, the gnarled fangs of The Pringles Man betray his insatiable lust for blind consumer slavery on the altar of his fearsome prepackaged chip-like product. The insidious, oozing brain that festers and schemes inside the rotting, corporatistic skull of The Pringles Man contemplates the malevolent nature of just one thing: the swift and merciless expansion of his grand empire of crunchy crisps encased inside of erect cylindrical containers. Upon his terrible steed of foul-smelling yeast and faminous carbohydrates, The Pringles Man sleeplessly traverses the squalid wastelands of the Spectral Realm, spreading his hideous snacktime gospel to unconverted, unsuspecting denizens by the millions. His extravagant, blasphemous sermons astound and awe the drunken fools who seek salvation through mindless penance and monetary indulgence; and fool not the wary men who see-est true the materialistic constitution of his predatory, timeworn charade with contemptuous dour. But let he who knows the malicious word of the awful entrepreneur not make it known that he does; for should The Pringles Man catch wind of such a doubter, he shall use the fearsome power of his terrifying exclusive cuisine to condemn his lonely, unguarded soul to a salt-sprinkled death beyond rest, and a soul-destroying fate beyond words. Such The Pringles Man shall also bestow upon his followers whose loyalty should e'er be swayed by another brand of chip beyond the domain of his leisurely control. To admit disbelief in the scarlet conflagrations of The Pringles Man is death; to attempt to assuage the unholy grasp of The Pringles Man's power over thy soul is death; and thus, to be even truly be thine own self in the evil presence of The Pringles Man is death. It has been said that The Pringles Man fears only one thing: The Quaker Oats Man, who is the wheaty salvation of the Coming Morning, and who was long ago banished to a secret recess of the Spectral Realm, never to be seen again, and awaiting the day of that glorious Morning, where he shall rise early to meet the wicked eye of The Pringles Man, and slay him for all the Spectral Realm to see. It is the mission of The Pringles Man and his fearful slave worshippers to find and destroy the sacred golden haven of The Quaker Oats Man, and claim the vitamin-enriched souls of all who know him to be their holy savior. Should you ever find yourself somehow trapped in the dreaded, unstable expanses of the dark and malignant Spectral Realm, make haste for cover; for the revolting armies and the wrathful eyes of The Pringles Man are always on the prowl. And should ye ever be so unlucky as to find thyself staring into those black, spiteful windows of his vile and horrible soul, you'd only do well to accept his ultimatum of eternal slavery at the crunching heel of his mighty Pringles empire. For to deny his tyranny at that point is a purchase which you will undoubtedly regret.

Milk is the best drink in the world!!!!

Next one to argue has to clean the thread!

Eeeeeer, Hops away

 

[Maniacal Engineer]

Next one to argue has to clean the thread!

View: https://youtube.com/watch?v=qHAHEhhJisk

 

[Snowy]

View: https://youtube.com/watch?v=qHAHEhhJisk

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