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Once upon a time a great conference was held, in which the finest minds came to a single place to debate and conclude the ultimate question.
What colour should our Usernames be?
On one side, the neckbeard/paedophile cross over and his wench, on the other side, all sane and rational people.
At first the sane and rational people tried to contribute, but soon the other side resorted to lengthy essays on the issue and objected to the contributions. The debate soon devolved into the insane gibberings of a lunatic, as he debates with himself, what colour should we all be? The sane and rational people tried to calm the crazed soul, but the weight of the ultimate question was too much for one mind to comprehend and insanity beckoned. He ran fourth and sealed the exits preventing the sane and rational people from escaping. He soon begun speaking in tongues, as if possed by a demon, only occasionally breaking through the mist of his ruined mind to complain that no one else was contributing to the debate. But what of the wench? She too had succumbed to his illness, and agreed wholeheartedly with his comments. And yet the sane and rational people could not understand, they tried to help him in his anguish but he was too far gone.
Finally, the sane and rational people banded together and broke free and made good their exit. The grounds of the debate were sealed, and the great convention centre that had been erected became crumbled, derelict, and has long since sunken into obscurity. No sane and rational being has dared return since, with the price and sacrifice too great to discover the ultimate truth.
But what of the man? His mind ruined, unable to contain the torture, he wondered the realm in his crazed state. People tried to help him, but to no avail. In his greater moments of lucidity he would complain at being undervalued, and eventually resigned as admin.