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The email [email protected] does not work at all. I have attempted to send an administrator ban appeal for over a year four separate times to this email and have not gotten a single response. I'm unsure what I'm supposed to do, as that is my own means of contact with staff to resolve my initial 3-month ban that was turned into an administration ban while I was already off all server connection. I have tried appealing, yet my appeal was denied outright without any response as to why. I have not received any contact on the email and am confused as to what to do.
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Alright, since it seems like I can't respond to you on the submission I sent, I'm going to message here:
I will edit out all mentions of continents, if, I can re-access my submission. -
'Sahyantal' arrives upon the shorelines of an enormous bazaar. A duo of pattering blows, each dealt to the rickety dock below, follow from the Uruk's boots. The brushing zephyrs of the shore cascade across his rotten hairs, whilst he passes by a nearby gentlemen. Recognizing the man's wares, that of wealth and profiteering ventures, 'Sahyantal' would take heed of the man's questionaire. Bowing himself briefly, enough to allow the sprawling cowl tied across his backside to flutter, he would curve his lips slightly. With a chapped sputter of spit lashing from his gutteral tongue, the orc proclaim; "Throm'ka and Rulg, 'hzoh fellow." With a twinge of anger, both in the conformation of his orcish tongue and the anxiety of living to such customs, 'Sahyantal' decides to quickly spring his shoulders. Striding back across the dock's bridge, he would hear of the greeter's second series of questions. Itching a palm across his scalp, he corners an eye aside. With the longing, haunting gaze of a weary traveller, the orc pronounces; "Mi hath come, t'only learn latz language. Gruk?"
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