TeaLulu

Recent? 501 has always been like that and actively dismisses the player base on the regular. Has for years. Did it last year during last year's outrage about a different pedophile. Rugswept, dismissed, laughed and ignored. That being said its unfortunate another sheep has been thrown to the wolves to try and make amends because the administration knows all too well they've gone too far and that the playerbase, by and large, is not receptive to them or their explanations. Those of you defending the current Administration and claiming no one is remembering the human: You're ignoring all the past, previous actions and behaviors. You're giving the Administration responsible for this whole mess a clean slate and acting as if they've never done anything previously. But the fact is it is not just one incident that riles the playerbase. It is a long string of incidents, a historical tapestry that can be traced back several years of repetitive cycles of abuse from administration towards the playerbase, constantly rug-swept issues that then repeat ad nauseaum. Why must the playerbase forgive past incidents when all together, all of this viewed as one picture rather than separate red flags, paints an alarming picture of an Administration that has always and will always believe it is right, and that the playerbase is "less than" them, that the playerbase is always "stirring the pot" and "causing drama", which I am positive was their initial reaction to the pedophilia accusations, as it has been to pedophilia accusations in the past, meanwhile belittling and insulting those who dare speak up with passive-aggression both in public and in private staff chats?

LOTC's ownership has a moral and ethical obligation to protect the children that it's community targets as it's main audience and to educate and encourage victims to report their abusers via appropriate methods depending on their region of address. The "outcries" and "rage" would not be so much of an issue if LOTC did not have a lengthy history of rugsweeping accusations and employing individuals accused and/or proven to be making victims of children as volunteer staff members, without proper protocol in place for reporting and handling of issues. The threads attempting to "silence" the outcry involving this serious issue are incredibly inappropriate given the circumstances and in many ways can and will discourage other victims from coming forward given that they will feel as if they are just "causing an outcry" and that they will not be believed and may be ostracized from the community for reporting. Individuals in the United States of America who have been victims of online enticement for sexual acts of children, molestation of children, the sharing, possession, or manufacturing of child pornography, or unsolicited obscene material sent to a child (that is non-requested, or where the victim has been coerced into "allowing" it), or individuals aware of victims of the above or any other crimes involving children (under the age of 16) should file a report via https://report.cybertip.org , even if the abuser is located overseas or not in the United States. The demands to cease the "rage" must stop as they will continue to discourage victims from coming forward and allow grooming of children for sexual acts to continue.

The figure took a drag on the long-stemmed pipe as she sat slumped against the slanted trunk of a sleeping tree in the cold dead of a snowy night. The fire burned only embers now, blackened husks of wood reminiscent of places best forgotten and better yet never having known. If it hadn't been for the biting cold she wouldn't have birthed the damnedable flames to begin with to better avoid the shadows past that stalked her so. The shadows had crept in through the night and cast themselves from the flame, the welcome and the unwelcome, the dead and the living, together and separate. Some begged her attention while to others she was the beggar, forgiveness and grace always lacking. Some were old, some were new, but none of them were real, which was a thing oft forgot by a well-addled mind. There in the dying embers another shadow crept out from the snow, leaving behind no trace of it's coming in the untrodden landscape. This one was small; Not terribly short, not like Armin, but not fully grown, and emancipated, mere skin and bones, if even that. It had pointed ears and darkened skin, and robed itself in dancing ash from the dying fire. It did not speak nor could it have, for it's mouth was sewn shut. She scoffed, coughing out a mouthful of heavily scented smoke before speaking, her voice harsh and raw. "Huh. Well. Been a while since I've dreamed a dream of you, cub." She narrowed her eyes as the ashen figure gave a meek grin and danced over, sinking down into the snow besides her. She could have, and ought have, ignored the shadow, but turned her head instead to get a better view. It was a gaunt little figure and she didn't need to be told of it's suffering, knowing well enough some of which it had bore. "So, what are you hear for?" She asked the mute shadow, which tilted it's face towards her in response. Dead, glassy eyes faded into amethyst ones full of life, and faded back again. "Guilt me? Another reminder of another soul failed to save, lost to the fire?" The figure did not respond in any way. "Haunt me? Give me nightmares?" Again, it did not respond. "Or is this something stupid about forgiveness and redemption, some nonsensical churl about it not being my responsibility?" Again, nothing. She turned her head away from it then, and towards the dying embers of the fire, frowning. "Damned puzzling things." She muttered and gave a sigh. "I still wonder if you did me that kindness on purpose, or if you even knew it a kindness. You were with them, fully, and I'd dug my own grave by not being careful enough with you; By trying to have faith in you and those like you." She drew her lips inwards, biting down on them. "Yet I can't find it in me to blame you. You had reasons for turning; I know some small pittance of them. You had faith in something. Few do." She glanced towards the figure briefly, finding it glancing at the dying embers as well. "I met your father, you know." It looked towards her, quizzically almost, like a curious child. "Took a great degree of self-control not to take his eyes out with my thumbs when I figured out who he was. I ought to have. If you be mute let he be blind, I thought." She chuckled darkly. "Ah, but...Orithur wouldn't've liked that. Not for the man being his associate, no; Orithur it was clear did not care for many of those who thought him an ally. A man after my own heart. But because of the violence, you see. I think he thought I was better, above that, or some such nonsense. Not a broken thing trying on masks." Surprisingly, the figure knelt it's head onto her shoulder. She went tensely still for a moment before relaxing. "Were it not for you I would have lost my mind. My fight. My soul. I thought there no redemption left. Nothing. He'd taken my friends, my allies, broken my spirit. Very nearly. Did you do it on purpose? Did you know? Was it a kindness, or were you simply jealous, seeing too much attention paid to me and not enough to yourself?" She chuckled once more. "Either way....thank you. I never did get to say that. Thank you." The figure stayed as the last light of the embers died and the place grew dark. She slept after a time and awoke to the sun glaring in her eyes, the fire dead and the landscape covered in a thin blanket of fresh snow. She looked to her side and there was nothing there; not even an indention in the snow from a visiting shadow that never did exist in the first place.

"Government sponsored religion. Guess the Dominion can't say **** about the Canonist Church any longer." Says Red, the hobo.

let him replace u

10 lulu loops for QUALITY **** post

A hobo recalls a story saying the crown was always a forgery, the original lost in Aeldin in the hands of actual Horens.

"Ascended don't have the emotional capacity required to cry. They're more constructs than men, now." Stated a survivor of 2-11 to Bastien the golem. Bastien replied. "WEL-COME TO THE LIB-RAR-Y."

*high pitchrd screeching*

((realistically shouldn't we be able to just move already existing RP boats into place at cloud temple))