| Doombunny |
I miss the war.
There was a time on this board when you could guarantee a knee-jerk reaction by simply stating your hatred of 4e or by applauding the death of 3.5. Without seeing the rules of 4th edition, I could safely say that it was the worst thing I had ever seen, and I’ve seen ‘Reindeer Games’. I felt liberated enough to tell 3.5 that it had never satisfied me sexually; that I was a new woman after watching the Gnome/Tiefling video.
The very foundations of the Paizo community were shaken by the seemingly endless armies of straw men, the legions of ad hominem in soapbox chariots. This message board felt the swell of new members from all over the Internet, like some kind of mercenary troll army bent on the rampant destruction of our home world.
From on high, Lisa Stevens was forced to wield the moderating Sword of Damocles over us for our own good. Joshua Frost actually threw a Triscuit at someone. James Jacobs’ dinosaurs roamed the earth. And I think we all remember the Erik Mona Day Massacre. Nic Logue will live on in our memories. And as a zombie, of course.
There are those that would say the war never ended, that it is waged every day in some small way. That war is but a shadow. An uneasy truce has started to blossom into real peace and everyone is free to choose their game rules in relative harmony. Maturity and dignity have returned to our boards and you have conducted yourselves as adults in recent months.
To the veterans of the War of Edition, I salute you.
You are all poopheads.