The Almighty Banhammer

[fd18e3d0-816e-11e4-b4a9-0800200c9a66]

You name yourself among those few.

I guess i did, in which case i'm sorry

 

[cuddly_tomato]

 

[PumpItUp]

Apparently everyone who has posted so far is a jackass

Apparently you want banned for being an ass yourself. As far as we all knew, he was just trying to get banned. There was no text, nothing. It was easy to assume that he was just trying to troll. Now that he as text in his post, we know that is not the case. Seriously though. He should have put this in the RP area. Either that, or he should have the mods move it.

How do I do that? I'm not familiar with the mods except for the aforementioned hammer of ban. And sorry that I didn't even realize this was an RP-style forum. I'm so ashamed.

On another note:

Rule number 1: You do not talk about Banhammber.
Rule number 2: You DO NOT TALK ABOUT BANHAMMER.
Rule number 3: Report and move on.

Don't rip off Fight Club! And don't tell anyone to report me! If they want to report me (and I'm sure someone has already), they'll report me. They don't need you to tell them that.

 

[Erana]

The banhammer is used by a special sector of Paladins, who specialize in anti-jackassery.

 

[fluffylandmine]

Apparently everyone who has posted so far is a jackass

Yes we've been over this before: I am a jackass.

I think the hammer was made by Bono in an attempt to seem like he didn't love the attention he recieves.

Funny how all the nice things I have to be thankful for, are accidents.

 

[Steve Dark]

You're asking what is the Banhammer? I think the real question here today is what ISN'T the Banhammer. :O

 

[The Iron Ninja]

This is an open story thread where you can wind a short story about the mythical banhammer. Fantasy stories are recommended.

Countless moons ago, when the escapist was but a fledgling realm on the outskirts of civilisation. The king of the realm, stricken by the thought of rampant evil in his fair land, sought to have a weapon with which his warriors would fight against the encroaching rabble from the darker realms. He tasked the fabled warrior Joe in taking the sacred metal of justice (blessed by our Lord Rutherford B. Hayes, may his beard never fall off) to the mountain forge of the Wise artisan known as Virgil, where the esteemed craftsman could make shape to a hammer so powerful, that it did much more than crush bones and tenderise meat, it negated the foes very existence.
Joe, armed with this legendary tool, travelled the ever expanding realm of the escapist, casting out the unruly ones with his mighty strokes.

Then one day, Joe, exalted and revered though he was, had taken too much. He passed on his mighty hammer to other warriors, splitting the power of the hammer amongst them. Some say that the power of the hammer has waned in Joe's passing. No one can say whether this is true, as those who could give an account on the power of the banhammer as of late are in no position to talk about it.

Blessed be the sacred banhammer, and may the Mods be praised for it's glorious work.

Like that?

 

[PumpItUp]

This is an open story thread where you can wind a short story about the mythical banhammer. Fantasy stories are recommended.

Countless moons ago, when the escapist was but a fledgling realm on the outskirts of civilisation. The king of the realm, stricken by the thought of rampant evil in his fair land, sought to have a weapon with which his warriors would fight against the encroaching rabble from the darker realms. He tasked the fabled warrior Joe in taking the sacred metal of justice (blessed by our Lord Rutherford B. Hayes, may his beard never fall off) to the mountain forge of the Wise artisan known as Virgil, where the esteemed craftsman could make shape to a hammer so powerful, that it did much more than crush bones and tenderise meat, it negated the foes very existence.
Joe, armed with this legendary tool, travelled the ever expanding realm of the escapist, casting out the unruly ones with his mighty strokes.

Then one day, Joe, exalted and revered though he was, had taken too much. He passed on his mighty hammer to other warriors, splitting the power of the hammer amongst them. Some say that the power of the hammer has waned in Joe's passing. No one can say whether this is true, as those who could give an account on the power of the banhammer as of late are in no position to talk about it.

Blessed be the sacred banhammer, and may the Mods be praised for it's glorious work.

Like that?

I thank you Sir Iron Ninja, for you appear to be the only great scribe remaining from the times of light. I thank thee gratefully

 

[fluffylandmine]

This is an open story thread where you can wind a short story about the mythical banhammer. Fantasy stories are recommended.

Countless moons ago, when the escapist was but a fledgling realm on the outskirts of civilisation. The king of the realm, stricken by the thought of rampant evil in his fair land, sought to have a weapon with which his warriors would fight against the encroaching rabble from the darker realms. He tasked the fabled warrior Joe in taking the sacred metal of justice (blessed by our Lord Rutherford B. Hayes, may his beard never fall off) to the mountain forge of the Wise artisan known as Virgil, where the esteemed craftsman could make shape to a hammer so powerful, that it did much more than crush bones and tenderise meat, it negated the foes very existence.
Joe, armed with this legendary tool, travelled the ever expanding realm of the escapist, casting out the unruly ones with his mighty strokes.

Then one day, Joe, exalted and revered though he was, had taken too much. He passed on his mighty hammer to other warriors, splitting the power of the hammer amongst them. Some say that the power of the hammer has waned in Joe's passing. No one can say whether this is true, as those who could give an account on the power of the banhammer as of late are in no position to talk about it.

Blessed be the sacred banhammer, and may the Mods be praised for it's glorious work.

Like that?

I thank you Sir Iron Ninja, for you appear to be the only great scribe remaining from the times of light. I thank thee gratefully

To be honest I thought it lacked something. Robots, guns, lasers...ponies maybe?

 

[Ultrajoe]

If it helps, i've wielded the Black Banhammer 'Remmahnab', the Unbanner and unleasher of torment, in a few homespun Escapist RP's. Man, those were all batshit crazy.

I might write a brief passage on it later, but for now i'm off to re-read the President/Ninja thread, in all it's rambling glory.

 

[Crudler]

"And lo the gods hath struck again!" the goblins cried out! For it was in the surrounding locale that another village had just fallen to the wrath of the just and ever vigilant gods. The village of 'Don't Click This...' with it's grand archive of three pages. Was locked from outside interaction and would slowly, but inevitably fade into memory of few. Except for the few brawling combatants that, lived, died and still fought even then; they did so wherever they could but they would end their conflict in time and would have just served for other denizen's amusement.
Some wept, others cried "Oh rapturous day! Justice is served!" but for many it was just another day in the lands of the Off-Topic Discussion realm.

 

[Trivun]

Since this is an off-topic discussion, I don't think the moderators will care that much about the thread. The mythical Banhammer was forged in the fires of Escapist Hell by the ancient dwarvish race of Bull, with mystic flames fuelled by the blood of NewClassic's kittens. Legend has it that whosoever wields the Banhammer will have the power of the Gods themselves, and those who fight it will be destroyed by purified flame and ice summoned from the Portal of Moderation. Rumour has struck, however, that those hit by the Hammer are pure of heart but ignoble of deed, and it is on the Day of Reckoning that they will rise up and reclaim their thrones in the land of The Escapist...