FireNightPower Posted January 7, 2023 Posted January 7, 2023 BYOND Key: FireNightPower Total Ban Length: Permanent Banning staff member's Key: Peppermint Reason of Ban: Grief (End-Of-Round; EORG) Reason for Appeal: Considering that the prior claim to my prior appeal, and mental liaison (the clone of myself to be solidified in an attempt at representing my real self with a statistical probability of not holding a capable defense due to an assumption of maintaining proper evidence of a credible lesson), to be designated as a 'never-ever-will-you-be-again-clever', in that I will not be granted the same function as anyone else in being able to wipe my sorry hubba-bubba clad ass off of the prerogative of the demographic stone of the turn-tail administration -- You have to understand that between the actions that I have ever exemplified in conjunction to the status of ruling, that I present an outlier between the ability to desire correspondence and improvement between years of sexual development (puberty) on the 7 year chronology of me existing in some way within the server. As a free, acting, breathing, see-as-movement-of-sea, soothing. and greeting individual stood as a marble of an orbiting countercision of the light, the warm, the dark, the cold, the round, the eye; I request a testimony by rule of law, as I guarantee with the public interest stood against the practical, clear, and colloquial representatives stood high among a form of a 'Divine of Kings', that there ought to be some form of association to the history and error of previous malfunction, that downscales to the rate of my development in youth that simultaneously chooses to not adhere to the permanent deaths and gunfire of a schismatic federal moderation team that takes no chance in the jacket of my context. I'm speaking in analogies, you shouldn't consider that to be my clear lipped defense, but I don't believe it's fair to choose to oust my appeals for all time to come for calling an admin a 'cracker', exploring your server with plenty of a possibility for curiosity, abusing the already sensitive and lethal aspects of the game, and finding satire in overlapping oblivious stereotypes and phenotypical symmetry that can be assumed in the background of the game, and the active audience among real world dividends of incorporated sums of public interest. I make this appeal as the terminal of my mind produces limitlessly elliptical airfields for the controlled interface of ballistic, neurotransmissive telemetry. If my mind does not exist outside of my body, and is already contained in increments of fold laid inconceivable, then how can you tell me that I'm liable by prediction. I request a jury, or a jury of your mind to come to terms with giving me a chance. Willy Whirlow, in some fragment of the elementary data cell, in the metaphase layers of the Tau Ceti, and in the timeline of his recordance in a movement by tile, click, and command -- He traces the concrete of your station's solar circadian rhythm, as the ulterior artery of the halls as the unseen sight of cloud and sky.
Peppermint Posted January 7, 2023 Posted January 7, 2023 No. I am never giving you a chance. You've been given too many.
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