Board Thread:Lores/@comment-30248084-20171006072546

'The following story is mean't as a joke and is not intended to upset or insult users mentioned in this story. Some you may see here will be extremely inaccurate, so do not take this as a literate fact.'

Aw damn it- Er, I mean- Hey kiddos! I see you're looking for another story on the current things going on. Well, this is still sort of fresh in my brain, so, I will tell you all a story now about how the new moderators were selected. Sit down now!

- Clears throat -

It all started when Jopede was lazily on his device on a dark evening, viewing the Wikia for couch-potatoes and No-life scoundrels. He is mad, he keeps seeing pitiful threads on "new moderators are needed". He snapped, grabbing a phone next to his little make-shift bed in his basement and began to dial MiniStalker's phone number. Unhappy that he was awoken from his best dream, He has groggily agreed and to do it by morning. Jopede then begins to place out Mod Apps to see which noobling and lazy kid would ever choose this ordeal of work. In an instant, his Email exploded, the numbers increasing wildly to the hundreds, then to the thousands! Jopede shuts his computer off, he is not going to read through this any more. He has learned that the hard way a year ago. Jopede drags both SWAGER21 and BelowNatural - both not very pleased to be up at midnight and literally pulled out of their beds, Jopede then gives them clubs and to find the best person out there thatcan moderate for R2D:A. They grumble in rage, but head to their work. They peep into windows to see who is worthy, and those who are, they would smash into their house, club them in the head when they awoke in panic, then drag them off into Jopede's basement; all binded and blind-folded on wooden chairs they took from a Junk Yard.

After gathering their new candidates and morning arises, they removed their blind-folds. The new kids screamed at first, but was silenced when Jopede shouted for silence, then explaining to them their reasons why this had to be done. They were in state of shock, but Jopede knew that they would make good mods. MiniStalker was dragged into Jopede's basement when he did not arrive on schedule, only to find him still sleeping in his bed when he went to his room. MiniStalker was furious about it, but he kept his posture when he began to teach the new moderators - Except that He had a whip and begun yelling out instructions like a Drill Sargeant. Day by day, the new recruits worked their butts off in Jopede's Backyard, Nooblings and average no-lifers looking with confusion as they go here and there, give fictional commands on devices and be yelled at to strengthen morale.

After the end of the week-end, they were ready, And that made Jopede smile like the sun. They are still yet to be under supervision by Moderators that are willing to offer their assistance, while MiniStalker.. that poor boy has never slept in for more than 4 hours a night since to just keep an eye on the new Moderators. But all in all, PlaceRebuilder has never noticed a thing that has happened yet while he is getting a beaten up pumpkin boss for a return for this years Halloween.

And that, kids, is how The New Bloods were selected for Moderator. Eh.. you can get up and run off now, ya runts.

=( Lost Ratchet )= 