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Vol. 1: The Banned
by an anonymous author...
The Iron Man Forums.
My home away from home.
The cold nipple of it's embrace leaves my stomach empty.
But I enter anyway...
...disgusted with my own actions as I click on the Mandarin manip contest.
What I see...it's worse than 50 year old pornography.
My hand sweats on the key board...
...like the sweaty palm holding a gun during a cops first kill.
I write my reply...
...calling the maniper a newbie.
The shock in his reply...
...it will mean something to me.
But before I can savor the kill...
...the mods shut down the boardwalk.
The drugs and fun come to an end.
I am simply left with a warning and they walk off.
I never get my satisfaction.
Matters are left in my own hands...
...to keep those commie fools from running this place into the hole.
I switch over..
...the white hot flash takes over.
My foaming grin pours out over the screen...
...and I press send.
I'll surely be banned for life for what I just did...
...sending a mod a hateful message.
What have you gotten yourself into?
You should go out in a blaze of glory, old man.
Find that goatsee pic...
...post it in the Wolverine forums...
They'll never see your brass balls coming.
It will serve as a shameful reminder of the abyss in their souls.
The hoodwinks revolt...
...flamming me.
Inside...
...they flame themselves.
The page refreshes...
...but I am blinded.
The box says I am banned.
Good riddance.
There's always newsarama.
by an anonymous author...
The Iron Man Forums.
My home away from home.
The cold nipple of it's embrace leaves my stomach empty.
But I enter anyway...
...disgusted with my own actions as I click on the Mandarin manip contest.
What I see...it's worse than 50 year old pornography.
My hand sweats on the key board...
...like the sweaty palm holding a gun during a cops first kill.
I write my reply...
...calling the maniper a newbie.
The shock in his reply...
...it will mean something to me.
But before I can savor the kill...
...the mods shut down the boardwalk.
The drugs and fun come to an end.
I am simply left with a warning and they walk off.
I never get my satisfaction.
Matters are left in my own hands...
...to keep those commie fools from running this place into the hole.
I switch over..
...the white hot flash takes over.
My foaming grin pours out over the screen...
...and I press send.
I'll surely be banned for life for what I just did...
...sending a mod a hateful message.
What have you gotten yourself into?
You should go out in a blaze of glory, old man.
Find that goatsee pic...
...post it in the Wolverine forums...
They'll never see your brass balls coming.
It will serve as a shameful reminder of the abyss in their souls.
The hoodwinks revolt...
...flamming me.
Inside...
...they flame themselves.
The page refreshes...
...but I am blinded.
The box says I am banned.
Good riddance.
There's always newsarama.
