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Ban Appeal--Being screwed by the man
Xrain:
This is somewhat unrelated, but as a notice to any potential ner-do-wells.
While yes, the bans will not be automatically transferred back to the normal servers, I will be compiling a spreadsheet of "problem cases" to give back to coolz. This isn't a gurentee that they will be banned on the regular servers of course, but something to keep in mind...
Deathie:
Here's the problem with giving him a shortened ban,
He still doesn't realize WHY he's banned.
He thinks we banned him because he's not "perfect", which isn't the case. Five pages of discussion later, he still has this mindset that there's nothing wrong with him at all except that he's not the best player and the entire thread is pointless bullshit.
That's why I don't think he'll change. He hasn't in this thread, so why assume he will after he's unbanned?
How's this stone.
Admit you're wrong. Realize that it's not becuase you're not perfect. Realize it's not because your activity is in question. It's because you
- continue to karma farm after being warned, kicked, and banned several times
- RDM people based on loose assumptions that aren't well thought out
- Your general attitude towards myself and the rest of the administration
I just want you to come to terms as to why you were banned, and stop pulling all these random excuses out of your ass.
ursus:
--- Quote from: Stone Cold on March 23, 2012, 07:30:57 AM ---Hello. well...
deep subject, hard to get out of.
One more time, but after this you can get answers out of my new book,"Mistakes That May Cost Me More Than Karma" by Stone Cold.
It was a dark and stormy night, at least on one map that we all love restarting on after server crashes. When it gets to final seconds of round and I feel I'm last inno, I look to see who left in game and sometimes miscount how many T's are still alive. I shoot who I find. By deduction I figure they are the T. When I miscount T's in match or how many still kicking at end , i may shoot an inno by mistake. Then I want to kill T even more to make up for mistake. Well, by round's end my karma has bought two tickets heading south of the border, one for him and one for my dignity. To embarrassed by mistake to go on living, and actually feeling sick from low karma, I have to step away for moment. Things come up or I pass out from being up all night forgetting that i'm "farming". I done with trying to prove i'm a good guy. Just tell me who here doesn't make mistakes.
What else? Pheonix waiting with gun aimed at whoever came down elevator to shoot them. it was me coming down and , after playing games for years, guess my trigger finger is faster.
I'll cut out farming as you call it, even tho I can't remember seeing that as a rule breaker. And I'll be more sure about who I shoot so I can defend myself well enough that y'all say,"Oh, okay. that makes sense. Good job Stone."
lol, okay, last part might be too much to ask, but point taken. Now , can I come back and shoot a few people. I miss laughing my ass off.
--- End quote ---
Spoiler: How stone cold thinks he plays TTT (click to show/hide)It was a rainy night. Not that I was surprised about it. Nothing of interest seemed to be happening, so I had stayed in at my office smoking a cigar and polishing my trusty .38.
I wasn't especially inclined to stop, either. The gunshot in my left shoulder ached at the thought of me getting into another mess like the last one.
For some reason, I felt like I was expecting him that night, even though I didn't know he was coming. A tall, yet modestly built man walked in. His hat was tipped forward to obscure his face. He leaned his head up just an inch, and flashed me a glimpse of his cruel, narrowed eyes. I saw the gun in his hand. That was when I realized that I had stopped polishing my .38 and started loading it.
Just for safety, I pointed it in his direction from under my desk.
"Are you here to give me a case? Otherwise, I don't think I can help you."
"No, but I think there's something you can do for me anyway."
The way he spoke his words made my forehead feel sweaty. Whoever he was, I didn't like him, and I certainly didn't like him in my office.
I got up, and walked to the window. I could hear the steady roll of thunder in the distance.
"There's been a murder in the office on the floor underneath yours. I'm here to check your place out."
As I looked to my side, wondering if he knew I was cocking my gun from inside my coat, he spoke again.
"I'm not here for trouble. He wasn't even killed with a pistol. It's just business."
There's no way he could have been here to investigate. The police would have come to me, wouldn't they? Something wasn't right. I had to take a chance.
I began to turn in place, only as if I was trying to look him in the eye. As soon as I made eye contact and knew he was off-guard, my arm lashed sideways out of my damp coat and stopped when it was pointing at his head.
It had been too long since I had heard the cliche, yet under-appreciated sound of a gunshot. He fell straight on his back, like a sleeping bag full of sand. It was time to find out what was really going on.
After a few minutes of rummaging through his clothes and wallet, I found a list. Names. All the names were crossed off, except for one. That name was mine. I sighed audibly with relief, knowing that I had made the right choice. Tonight turned out to be unusual after all.
Spoiler: How he actually plays (click to show/hide)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ccOkO5qx4oM#
You get the point, though.
Frank:
--- Quote from: Shockah on March 22, 2012, 09:05:13 PM ---I never thought I'd say this, I agree with terminal how can you relate stealing/shoplifting a criminal offense and involving personal gain to giving a shitty reason for killing someone on a gmod server.
--- End quote ---
Due to the fact that both are stupid, annoying, senseless, and repeated. Oh, and I forgot to add: after he steals the chocolate bar, HE MELTS IT AND PUTS IT ON SOME GUY'S CAR LOCK
Deathie:
--- Quote from: gamefreak171 on March 23, 2012, 09:14:58 AM ---Spoiler: How stone cold thinks he plays TTT (click to show/hide)It was a rainy night. Not that I was surprised about it. Nothing of interest seemed to be happening, so I had stayed in at my office smoking a cigar and polishing my trusty .38.
I wasn't especially inclined to stop, either. The gunshot in my left shoulder ached at the thought of me getting into another mess like the last one.
For some reason, I felt like I was expecting him that night, even though I didn't know he was coming. A tall, yet modestly built man walked in. His hat was tipped forward to obscure his face. He leaned his head up just an inch, and flashed me a glimpse of his cruel, narrowed eyes. I saw the gun in his hand. That was when I realized that I had stopped polishing my .38 and started loading it.
Just for safety, I pointed it in his direction from under my desk.
"Are you here to give me a case? Otherwise, I don't think I can help you."
"No, but I think there's something you can do for me anyway."
The way he spoke his words made my forehead feel sweaty. Whoever he was, I didn't like him, and I certainly didn't like him in my office.
I got up, and walked to the window. I could hear the steady roll of thunder in the distance.
"There's been a murder in the office on the floor underneath yours. I'm here to check your place out."
As I looked to my side, wondering if he knew I was cocking my gun from inside my coat, he spoke again.
"I'm not here for trouble. He wasn't even killed with a pistol. It's just business."
There's no way he could have been here to investigate. The police would have come to me, wouldn't they? Something wasn't right. I had to take a chance.
I began to turn in place, only as if I was trying to look him in the eye. As soon as I made eye contact and knew he was off-guard, my arm lashed sideways out of my damp coat and stopped when it was pointing at his head.
It had been too long since I had heard the cliche, yet under-appreciated sound of a gunshot. He fell straight on his back, like a sleeping bag full of sand. It was time to find out what was really going on.
After a few minutes of rummaging through his clothes and wallet, I found a list. Names. All the names were crossed off, except for one. That name was mine. I sighed audibly with relief, knowing that I had made the right choice. Tonight turned out to be unusual after all.
Spoiler: How he actually plays (click to show/hide)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ccOkO5qx4oM#
You get the point, though.
--- End quote ---
I love you.
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