Charles

[quote name='ForgotteÑ-HerÖ][COLOR=Blue']Now we all know he should be anned for spinning this thread into a massive mess, but tis unfair. Besides, we should stay on subject![/COLOR][/quote] Backseat modding? :finger hovers over "Ban" button: Anyway, I do agree. We will end this part of the discussion for now because really, there is no argument. I'm basically [I]telling[/I] him and if he has any further questions, he can pm me (or anyone he's willing to listen to). Otherwise, he really has no say in this particular matter. Teehee. :animesmil

[quote name='2007DigitalBoy][COLOR=DarkOrange]O_o I would hope so. [/COLOR'] [/quote] Can't tell with you. lol [quote][COLOR=DarkOrange]I'm not unaware of how the board works, I juust disapprove of it. In any event, my disapproval is not anyone's concern.[/COLOR][/quote] You can disapprove all you want and that's fine. However, your disapproval becomes of our concern when you backseat mod and continue to do so when asked specifically not to. In this way, you are ironically becoming a problem yourself--especially when you are "not unaware" of how the board works. :catgirl: [quote][COLOR=DarkOrange]As well as I dream of a society able to govern itself without relying on a select few.[/COLOR][/QUOTE] This is a message board, dude. OtakuBoards is not an incredibly large real-life society; the staff in place is more than capable of enforcing the rules and keeping things in order. Has been and always will be. You act as if the site is overrun by behavioral problems that are left unaddressed or something. Come off it. :laugh:

[quote name='2007DigitalBoy][COLOR=DarkOrange']yes, let us make it so the people are helpless to watch their threads go down in flames as it is rampaged and leave them wit nothing to do to express their disdain toward the action of said person. Complaints be damned! If they can't do enough, don't let them do anything! Death to those who believe in justice! Who cares how much they contribute to the thread or how much discussion they conjur, those who play god shall be nailed to the cross![/COLOR][/quote] 1) :laugh: 2) You are over-dramatizing the goings-on of a forum to ridiculous proportions. I hope that you are joking instead of trying to stir passion or something. 3) That's why we have a [I]real[/I] staff. 4) :laugh: 5) That's why we have a private messaging system to alert said staff. 6) Backseat modding more often confuses/irritates members instead of improving things. It is important not to displace the authority of the staff by interfering with [I]their[/I] jobs. This is why backseat modding can [i]currently[/i] get one banned. I just dream of an ideal way to make it easier. 7) I agree that the Secret Yaoi forum should be made public, so that the entire forum may gaze upon my nude pics. 8) :laugh:

Agent Sonders had a way of exaggerating the truth. Often. I liked to call her a "junkfood gossip" because she would often coat the truth with a thick layer of syruppy exaggeration and snack on it greedily, as if the mere nourishment of the truth was not enough to satisfy her insatiable craving for drama. She liked to scandalize everything. Even now, when we look back upon that fateful night, she teases me as if I had been a slobbering invalid. This, of course, is far from the truth. Granted, the blow Sephiroth had dealt me had jarred me from my senses. I had stopped in the doorway of the detention center with my hands over my ears, as if to shield myself from my friend's confession that kept playing over-and-over again in my mind. I knew that I would need time to awaken from my stupor, so I told Sonders to take me home, my voice thin and strained. I pretended to sleep the entire way home, but in reality, I simply did not wish to speak. Instead, I stared into the obsidian darkness provided by my eyelids, listened to the whoosh of the tires and lapsed into thought. When we arrived at my home, I slid out of the vehicle, mumbled my farewell to Sonders and followed the colonnade along my driveway, into what was once my home. When I entered, pools of moonlight painted the rooms with an eerie luminescence. At first the effect was intoxicating--that is, until I followed the pale blue rays to their destination on the wall, where they converged into a large circle, like a spotlight, that revealed one of my wife's Japanese paintings. The ink strokes were simple and pure, much like she was when I first met her. I was suddenly at a loss, I felt the gulf between us as painfully as ever. "You're home," she said, peering around the stairwell. "I heard you drive up," she said. "Hello Laura," I said flatly. Our marriage was doomed from the start. My wife was born into a very strict, Catholic family. I met her by chance at a mutual friend's holiday party. Initially, I suspected that she had fallen in love with the idea of dating a young police officer who led an adventurous life, while I was enamored with the idea of corrupting a naivety that was due, in part, to her religious upbringing. Ultimately she became pregnant--she confessed her condition to me in a hysterical fit. Through a cascade of tears, she told me of how she would be dressed in disgrace. Her parents would banish her to the streets and she would be ostracized from her social circle completely. I realized that through my carelessness I had sentenced her to certain death. I took her to a doctor, who confirmed that she was pregnant and I agreed to do the honorable thing and marry her. This, of course, is when life played its cruelest joke on me--she lost the child. It was all for nothing, all for nothing. Now as I gazed upon her angular profile, she looked different than the Laura I had left behind when I had vanished from Otaku City without a word. She was rigid, hard. She looked like a marble statue in the moonlight. Sometimes I think that my leaving isn't what had hurt her irreparably--husbands leave their wives all the time. It's when I shuffled back through the front door, as if nothing had happened, that did the damage. For, it was plain at that very moment, even through her unfailing optimism, that I did not have any consideration for her as a human being whatsoever because if I had, I would have been too ashamed to ever look upon her again. That is why, I gathered, she greeted me with the same line, every night. "You're home," she would say, not reproachfully, not accusingly, but as if she were surprised that I had even bothered to return at all. However, my coming and going was a matter of habit and guilt, a concoction of vanity which animated me like a sad marionette. She accepted my presence with indifference. She regarded me with neither love nor hate. I suspected that I no longer had a real place in her life, I was just a natural phenomenon that she did not identify with herself. "You look tired," she said, her eyes half-closed, a wet smile on her lips. She stood stark-still in the shadows, her eyes gathering the light. It was a moment so elastic and painful as to be unbearable. "I'm sorry I woke you," I said. "I wasn't asleep," she said, "I've grown used to your habits. Come to bed." I began to speak, but she raised her hand now to hush me and I followed her upstairs, joining her so that we became two shadows that dissolved in the light. We had no use for further words. Little did I know that a phone call would make short my night's restless sleep, a phone call from Sonders, whose panicked voice alluded to a terrible gift she had received in the night, a porcelain doll--of a one-winged angel.

I think that in the next version of OtakuBoards there should be a feature where the software automatically bans posers aka anyone who is pretentious enough to do backseat modding.

Hey Vegeta Rocker, is everything all right? I am interested in an update. Also, there is merit in what Andrew said, but I wonder--would a good compromise be keeping a personal journal where you can vent and draw your feelings if need be? Have you ever tried it--a personal discourse?

It seemed that the facts of reality had vanished up this point, as if they had been suddenly subtracted from the years that had passed since I had last spoken with Sephiroth, a man who had been my mentor. I paused before the window, with my arms held akimbo. I took in a deep breath of the damp air and stared into Agent Sonder's large, liquid eyes before collapsing heavily into my seat. I felt uneasy as Sonders crept behind me. Although her features had been blank, her eyes gleamed as she stared at the man before us. He had not been entirely acquitted in her mind yet, despite my reasoning and logic. I don't know how I can describe what I was seeing as my eyes passed over Sephiroth and met his stare. It was as if the pane of glass that was separating us was a portal into the distant past. I felt as if I were in a dream, a dream that was wrapping itself around me tighter by the minute, refusing to let me go. Time had changed Sephiroth little; he seemed aloof. His face was as tranquil as I remembered it. He sat watching, waiting, his eyes visible through a shimmering shock of silver hair; those eyes reflected on me without a care as he spoke. "Well, what a pair of visitors we have here tonight," he said, "How long has it been, Charles?" "Under the circumstances," I said, "Not long enough." My mouth barely moved as I said the words. He thew back his head and let out a light laugh, as if we were meeting for lunch to exchange frivolous banter. I began to explain to him why we were there, as if he did not already know. I imagined Sonders watching us intently, as if she were a phantom there to haunt the room with her damning conviction. Sephiroth did not reproach me as I carefully explained my theories, theories which sounded like mere common sense as I gave them words. My voice sounded foreign and distant to me and I thought I seemed to bore him as I shared what I knew. But, he did not start forward to seize on the slightest opportunity when I paused, or to assert an understanding of what it was that brought us back together in that dimly-lit purgatory. He merely nodded, as if to show he was still paying attention to me as I told him what I thought. When I finished, he bowed his head as if to absorb everything I had just said so that he could give it considerable thought. It was strange, that moment, because for all of my conjecturing, I could have never predicted the feelings he would have conjured in me with his next words. "I have always been proud of you two," he said, "And the loyalty and creativity you put into making me an innocent man, only deepens my respect for you. However, I think you should know, I have confessed to the crime and my attorney will be rendering a guilty plea." A violent frustration took rent of me; all of the blood rushed out of my face and I found myself standing up. "What!" I demanded. "There is nothing more to it than that," Sephiroth said, "I have confessed to a crime which I have committed and I am prepared to face the consequences that I deserve." Horror seemed to rise around me; it would be futile to describe exactly what I was thinking. The room was now spinning. I could only manage to gasp, "But if you do this, there will be no turning back! We will not be able to help you!" I was surprised when Sonders put her hand on my shoulder, as if to intervene and save me from my spiraling sanity. She flicked the card that was left at the crime scene down before Sephiroth, as if it were a discarded cigarette butt. "Then do you know the meaning of this," she said, her voice measured, as if trying to hide the rage that had been rising within her steadily since we entered the room. "Of course I do," he said smiling. He did not even make the slightest movement, "I will not tell you exactly what it is, but you are more than capable of discovering it for yourselves, although I would urge you not to. As I said, this case is closed. It was good seeing you both again." I watched him harder, as if convinced I could shatter what I felt was an illusion of his weaving, but I found it impenetrable. He rose to leave. I found myself with my hand outstretched, desperately touching the glass. I wanted to reach out to him, to violently shake him, to urge him to reason-- but he was miles away from me. Far away in the night, a bell chimed, its sound punctuated the insanity that I had just witnessed, the unexplainable confession of a man who I knew to be innocent. His words reverberated over and over again in my mind with the dull chiming of the bell. I told Sonders to drop me off at my home, for as tired as I had been for all these years, I finally felt myself yielding to fatigue.

I remember, even then, as relaxed as I appeared to be, a certain anxiousness rising up within me despite myself. The feeling was exhilerating at first until it became so strong that I almost felt numb. I was almost drunk on it. All the while she stood there silently, staring at me with her large, pacific eyes, compelling me to provide answers. She looked like a stone monument--only her eyes were truly alive--only her eyes appealed to me with any sense of expression, for her face was expressionless. I was sweating profusely, so much so that my hair rested in black clumps, sharp wisps of it were plastered to my brow, as if painted on. I was wearing a formerly white cotton collared shirt that was yellowed by time and neglect. Beads of sweat, gathered like pools on my arms. I listlessly leafed through the organized files she brought me before tossing them on my desk, almost as if I was repulsed by them. Her eyes moved to the disheveled paper work and back to me. There was a long silence; I don't know how long it lasted--it seemed like an eternity. We stood there, like two statues, two relics of the past who did not necessarily need to speak to understand one another. It was as if we were communicating on another plane, reading one another's thoughts. Finally, I knit my brow and said, "Here is what I know." I paused and licked my lips, the taste of salt was overwhelming. I wore it like a cologne. "Sephiroth could not possibly be the killer. First of all, Sephiroth is a tall guy, much taller than Rico, in fact. And yet," I paused and stretched out my hand dramatically, "the sword impaled Rico from an upward angle." "Perhaps he was in a crouching position," Sonders said, speaking for the first time, in a calculated, flat voice. "I don't think so," I said, "You see, according to the autopsy report, there was [I]another[/I] stab wound, in which the sword did not completely impale the victim. Again, the gash was formed by the same position. I doubt that Sephiroth, crouching, would have stabbed Rico, withdrew the sword, and from the same position, stabbed him again. Moreover, Sephiroth is a skilled swordsman and we can see by the photograph that the killer made it a point to completely impale Rico. It would not make sense for Sephiroth to do it from a crouching position because that is hardly conducive for providing the force necessary to deal such a blow. And also..." I trailed off, as if lost in thought. I leaned forward, tracing my finger across the edge of my desk, back and forth, as if trying to connect the dots in my logic. I thought I heard Sonders let out a barely perceptible sigh, but I was not sure. "And also," I said, "Neither of these blows actually came into contact with a vital organ. Rico died from a loss of blood, but he was not killed efficiently; this is not like Sephiroth. Sephiroth is graceful, see, he doesn't make sloppy mistakes. I think our killer got more than they bargained for when they assumed that murder was as easy and clean as picking up a large blade. And yet..." I gulped loudly disturbing the silence I had left when I trailed off yet again. I was in my zone and she knew it, so she was willing to pardon me for my pauses. I only glanced up at Sonders, but even in that brief instant I could see that she did not look as she did before. Her eyes were covered with a mist, almost; they were cloudy. She bit her bottom lip and leaned forward against her will to meet the importance of what I had to say next. "Rico knew the killer," I said. The words were like a gunshot in the air. "There were no signs of forced entry," I said, "And Rico would not allow just anyone to enter his home unannounced. He was a private man and he was no fool. He wouldn't just let anyone waltz in carrying a weapon like that, if he did not trust them. And worst of all, the card that was left behind--I have no idea what it means." "Put on your red shoes and dance," she said, almost as if playing a recording, as if in a trance. "Yes," I said, "Put on your red shoes and dance. Is it a challenge? Is it a clue? A riddle? I don't know," I said. She turned her back to me, her shoulders bent, almost as if she were lost in some deep, some dark, brooding thought. Finally, in one quick, easy motion she snatched my coat from the rack and tossed it onto my lap. "I think it's time to pay an old friend a visit," she said. "It's time to go to the detention center and see if Sephiroth can give us the answers we need."

This is just a thread where Raiha and I can put in some notes on our RPG, if need be. Also if anyone is reading it (haha) and wants to comment or make a suggestion then that would be fine also.

[B]If anyone is confused here, right now, this is a dual RP between Raiha and myself with possible cameos by others.[/B] Ah, Otaku City. Some say that that Otaku City is like an enchanting woman that embraces you one minute and leaves you with nothing but anxiety and a terrible sense of longing, the next. But, I knew her better than that; Otaku City was cold and selfish and she didn?t embrace anyone. In fact there was a time when she had almost destroyed me. But, here I was, back again in her red-fingered clutches. I rubbed the stubble that was quickly overtaking my face. I looked much older than I really was. Everything around me did too. Otaku City was aging with me, only she aged well. Age made her look dignified. Yeah, there I was, my first week back on the job, back in the city; I had made no effort to look presentable. In fact, I had made no effort to do much of anything; I leaned back, thinking, thinking thinking--thinking the time away. I listened to the gentle hum of traffic below; it sounded like jazz. I found the rhythm and wistfully tapped my feet in time with the music. I gazed out the window and watched a sea bird glide by until it dissolved into the blue sky. One could get lost so easily in Otaku City. A large cardboard box rested on my desk, almost defiantly. The slit near its base made it look like it was grinning at me, as if to say ?welcome back.? The large size of the box was rather deceiving, for I did not save much. I didn?t have any family to photograph for display and I wasn?t clever enough to even attempt decorating. They say that people need personality in order to decorate and I didn?t have much of that lately. I had worked for the Otaku Police Force for years now; it felt like centuries. I could call myself a grizzled veteran, one of the last remaining. My career had a promising start. I quickly rose through the ranks of the Otaku Police Force. Back in 2003 with a hand-picked group of special agents, I had infiltrated an underground demolitions plant called Anime Explosion, and taken it down along with the madman behind it. He ended up being one of our own. I made Captain for that one. I should have been thrilled afterwards but instead I realized, there ain?t glitz and glamour involved with upholding the law. Every day it rained pitchforks and I was the one who got all wet. It was all about saying goodbye to old friends while accumulating a seemingly endless train of critics and enemies. I had to get away. So I did; it?s what I?m good at. I resigned and disappeared. I swore I would never come back. But of course I did, a favor for the chief. The kid reminded me of myself when I cared. So, I slipped back into the game like it was an old glove that fit perfectly. Just like the days of old, I worked my way through the ranks, earning accolade after accolade, wearing a false smile all the while. But, a toothy smile cannot hide a weary soul. Pretty soon, my smile became a snarl. I was an old dog and I didn?t need to be friendly anymore; I just had to get the job done. It didn?t matter who I lifted my leg on to do it; I even clashed with fellow officers. As time went on, I became more miserable but I went through the motions well enough to show glimmers of the promise I once had. And then they put me behind a desk and I saw the perfect opportunity to vanish. So I disappeared again. After all, that?s what I?m good at. I left my wife, my friends, my job. I don?t even remember where I went, but it was no place good. Now people were dying and a face from the past came back to haunt me. I?m not sure how she did it, but she found me. She found me in an alcoholic stupor, perfectly content to lie in a pool of my own waste. I would have stayed there too if it weren?t for the ghost she had brought back to haunt me. An old staff officer, an old friend, RicoTranzrig had been murdered. The weapon? An impossibly large blade. What kind of blade? The only kind that could bring me back--a masamune. A masamune through the chest had done Rico in. It was the signature weapon of my mentor. A man I hadn?t seen in years. ?You bastard,? I growled, almost inaudibly, ?I don?t care what you have to show me. Just leave me be.? I couldn?t even look at her. But she knew that I wouldn?t be able to let it go. She knew that it would haunt me, that it would echo in the very chamber of my soul until I pursued it, until I obtained the truth. She knew that I wouldn?t let my mentor hang if he were innocent. If he were guilty, she knew I would have no qualms with tightening the noose around yet another old friend?s neck. Tranzrig had been her boyfriend and she wanted the killer badly. Now I sat in my office, staring at the photograph for the first time since she brought it to me. I was transfixed. Poor Rico, he didn?t bother anyone. He was a quiet guy who had served his time on the force and retired in solitude. And yet, this crime was not arbitrarily committed, that much was apparent. Rico was not an easy man to find. It was as if that sword had been perpetually poised to strike all these years and its blade was far from dull yet. So, there I was, taking Otaku City?s hand for the last time. We had already had the good times and I had little to gain from her, but she was cooing something in my ear that I couldn?t ignore. She always did know just what to say. I was ready to put on my red shoes and dance once more time.

[quote name='SaiyanPrincessX][SIZE=1]Whatever happened to [COLOR=RED]>[/COLOR][URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/member.php?u=1659]Spikey[/URL][COLOR=RED]

[QUOTE=Nerdsy][color=deeppink] Also, a suggestion. Perhaps we could add an Otaku Legends category? Basically for OBers who have had the most impact on the boards.[/color][/QUOTE] I always thought it would be cool if we had a "Hall of Fame" induction ceremony here once a year. Maybe we could usher in about five people every year and include that in Otakupedia as a category. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind adding a "Legends" category, but it might be tough since it would basically be very subjective if not decided by several members. Oh yes, and I have posted a small update on the Otakupedia's main page.

Do you discuss what is bothering you with people or do you tend to bottle it up? Let's get that out of the way, first of all, since I find that simply talking about what is making you angry tends to be the most successful avenue of relief. WHAT SAY YOU VEGA ROCKER?

[QUOTE=Shy][size=1]As I recall there were a lot of threads in the Yaoi Forum about Zeh and his banning. I'm sure those would probably be more accurate than any of our memories are on the subject. -Shy[/size][/QUOTE] Yes, you are correct. I stumbled upon them the other day. It was actually James and myself that he impersonated. He actually admitted it outright to me in a chat and the staff collectively decided that banning him was the best option. I always thought that was an unfortunate loss. Some guy that went by the handle of Anakin Solo was also involved.

Oh man, now it's my turn to fall over dead. :animenose It's THE MAN!! By the way, I like any sort of ankle sock.

Welcome back, Flashy! It's good to see you around, dude. Yesterday I noticed that I never included your entry because of the errors, but I went back and fixed them all. So, it should be good now. Anyway, I just want to say that I love you all for doing the staff history. I started working on it months ago, only to put it off just because of how huge of an undertaking it was. Because I am trying to fill in a lot of holes on Otakupedia now (Transtic Nerve, Queen Asuka, etc), I have no idea when I would have been able to get to it. Also, I should be able to varify some starting dates by checking out the Online Staff Manual. Many staff members have posted resignation threads, as well, so I should be able to hunt some of them down.

[QUOTE=Cruizr][SIZE=1][FONT=Tahoma]Would it be self-centered to want to see myself in the Otakupedia? Hehe. Notable Information: - Joined October 28th of 2000 - Moderator of Gamecube Section - Dragonball/Z/GT Quizzes that stumped even the forum moderator, TN - Dragonball/Z/GT RPGs - Editor of the Yu-Gi-Oh! section on the main site - Fall from grace in a battle against James, resulting in deletion - Met both Nerdsy and Shift in real life [That's worth something, hehe] I could go on, but I feel as if I would be wasting everyone elses time, hehe.[/FONT][/SIZE][/QUOTE] Actually, would you mind going into a little more detail? I would like to be as thorough as possible. It would be great if you could elaborate on your "fall from grace," for example.

I can actually include a "Notable Bans" category very easily. I think that's a great idea. Also, it's good to see you around Cruizr. I will get your article up very soon.

Thanks for the contribution, Nerdsy; it is great as always. I will add in your new entry and make adjustments as per your suggestions. Also, you might like this: tomorrow I will kickstart Otakupedia Fridays. Basically, every Friday members can look forward to a glimpse at OtakuBoards' past or current events/important members. Currently, I have been tweaking the site quite a bit. Look for an announcement from me tomorrow regarding the range of the changes I have made, along with what articles I would like to see members work on with me. Also, I am in the planning stages of an Otakupedia-sponsored event with White. I have no idea when that will take place, but it obviously will not be until after White's plate is clean and all current events are concluded. So, fun things ahead, hopefully. :catgirl:

[QUOTE=James][font=arial]Well, I suppose my question is...what options do we really have? We either have user-centric ratings (that rely on user accuracy) [i]or[/i] we have Moderators make determinations on each thread. The former probably won't work and the latter isn't realistic. My preference is to keep the language filter disabled for the time being, because I do not want RPGs to be limited - I don't want the many to be unfairly punished because of the few who can't use language appropriately. RPGs with ridiculous or inappropriate language use should really be treated the same as those with other types of low quality content.[/font][/QUOTE] I think it's best just for the staff to look at the RPGs in a common sense sort-of-way, which can be done just by skimming. As long as someone isn't overzealous with their swearing, everything should be Kosher. If someone is inserting the "f" word into every other sentence, then it might be best to message that person. Right now I think we can all agree that over-swearing isn't really an issue as much as the cumbersome ratings system itself. With the ratings system done away with, I doubt that many RPGs will give people that impression that it's acceptable to use explicit language because people won't feel the urge to "play it safe." More importantly, people who don't normally frequent the forum will not be as intimidated. The cool thing is that in an RPG forum, the member as the extra moderator is even more prevalent than in other forums. If someone creates an RPG and a member begins to post language that the creator doesn't want to see, then you better believe that they're going to either handle the situation themselves or speak to a staff member about it. So, that relieves a bit of the stress on the staff, I think. Anyway, it's cool that we're going to see some changes; I never really had any doubt about that.

[quote name='Desbreko][color=#4B0082']Second, if the filter isn't in place, are we going to take any steps to differentiate, separate, or otherwise restrict threads which contain large amounts of swearing? Or other mature content for that matter?[/color][/quote] Either way, it's important that the site sends a decisive message. Either we're going to support mature content, or we're not. I don't think it cuts it to [i]kind of[/i] support mature content and force people to include precautions before using it. I don't think there should be a halfway point here. I think this site has to go one way or another instead of complicating things. Anyway, as I said, I think that Play It and the Music, Movies and Television forum would go together well, but if you just want to eliminate the category altogether then I won't mind going into "retirement." Whatever works best, obviously. I have to agree with Sandy though; it's time to get this ball rolling!

[quote name='Gavin][SIZE=1']An interesting set-up, although I have to admit I'm not too keen to see the books segment of the Arena merged with MMTV to create "Otaku Media" as you call it. Typically these two have been apples and oranges to one another, each dealing with a specific form of a media, just as the Play It forum deals with a separate system to PC & Mac. [/SIZE][/quote] Actually, PC & Mac could probably be somehow combined with Play It (even as a sub-forum) and the Media section could fall under that area to form an Entertainment category on the boards. But, that's another story.

Well, that's the outlook I have Sara. However, even if the worst happened and these threads did slip off the first page and no one cared about them, then I don't see how that's much worse than letting them sit around with people not caring about them.

I don't know if the Anthology is really all that valuable on its own. I did a quick survey of the area and there are 31 threads with 0 replies on the first five pages (which takes us back to June). Also, there are 113 threads out of 142 on the first five pages with less than 10 replies each. Many of the threads with 10 replies or more, feature many posts by the original topic creator and maybe two or three others. I just do not think that there is evidence of a large interest among OB members in reading others' work and providing helpful feedback. Also, I think that we should still call Arena Underground by the same name, but just put both sign-ups and RPG discussion threads in there since I notice that many discussions within the Underground are not very lengthy or detailed. I don't see the harm in allowing the sub-forum to serve a dual-purpose. I hope we can do something with game too because I really see them increasing even more in popularity if officially acknowledged to the point where they may surpass RPGs on this forum. That could be an optimistic prediction, but I think they could compliment the arena nicely, at the very least.

[quote name='Rachmaninoff']Pity Charles is one of the judges..Otherwise I'd bet it all on him taking first.[/quote] Oh, you! :catgirl: