Previously, on the Escapist...
"First!" User has been suspended for that post.
SpinWhiz mopped his brow, kicking the limp corpse beneath him. "As usual, the Zero Punctuation review brings out the best in our forums."
Kuliani pressed a button, updating the scoreboard, "You know how it is. The price of fame..."
"Two to five bannings a week, nearly a hundred bannings a year, and that's just in the Zero Punctuation threads."
Paul Gruberman hefts his SuperSledge, grinning, "Price of living, baby!"
Meanwhile, in the Bat Cav- Forums!
The Benny Hill theme [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gpc5_3B5xdk] could be heard faintly in the background while a familiar-looking forumer is being chased about the boards by LaCoil, BanMop raised. A faint shlop could be heard as the user is finally caught. LaCoil walks back into view, sighing. The camera tries not to call attention to the red trail following her mop's tail. "Day in, day out. Always trouble, the whole lot of you." nilcypher's expression was amused, a small grin curling the corner of his lips, "You make such a big deal out of bannings, Tess."
"It is a big deal, Nil."
"Right, but you don't have to make such a production out of it."
"But I like theater."
Wilson appeared, toweling his head with a hand towel, "As if you never chased down a rogue user or two."
"Yeah," nilcypher said, gesturing at the trail of red dripping from the mop, "but finesse is practically a must in this job."
"Finesse?" Puppet asked blithely, "Half of your bans have n-"
"The sort of subtlety only a bag of hammers down an aluminum shaft could afford you." NewClasic interrupted, hands shoved in his suit pockets.
"Aluminium," LaCoil corrected quickly.
"Aluminum," Nuke shot back.
"Aluminium, hun." Puppet corrected, softly.
"They're both right." Wilson said finally, "What's it matter?"
Nuke shifted his feet, looking uncomfortable, "That this is all non-sequiturs, and nothing is actually getting done?"
PurpleRain appeared, grinning, "Except watching you shower."
"I figured you'd be the only person to realize that the window hidden behind the bushes is the one facing my shower."
Purps buffed his nails, "I have a gift."
A wet splotch greeted Purps suddenly, and LaCoil sauntered up. "And I have a mop!"
Without warning, nilcypher was on his feet, staring horrified into the distance, "No... It can't be..."
"Oh Gods," LaCoil replied, staring at the horizon, "it is..."
Turning, the horizon grows red with the scuttle of... a crab army. Atop it, The Iron Ninja rides in, spear heft forward. The forum begins to quiver, but Wilson and nilcypher take point. "Arm your report buttons!"
"Lol, reporting is for nubs." Splort!
LaCoil, Alex_P, Ultrajoe, and BabyTea take the Red Guard duo's flanks.
The forum, as a whole, ranks up and prepares. Wilson raises his razor. "Ready..."
A bead of sweat drips down Nuke's monitor.
Wilson's voice roars over the scuttle of pincers, "Aim!"
A nervous tension settles over the forum. Suddenly, a single report button launches out of formation into the oncoming hoard, "FIRST!"
Schlorp! "Fire!"