A glimpse of what it means to be an admin?

[Mark]

Whatta ya know! Ain't it always the last place you look?

It had better be, GW. It had better be...

 

[alsih2o]

Michael's fibbing. In fact, our screens have small animated naked angels who sing paeans to us, and cherubim who play triumphal thread-browsing marches on silver trumpets. By accessing user profiles, we can find out what you ate for breakfast. And best of all, we never have any server slowdown - ever.

no velvet seat pillow?

i am SO disillusioned...

 

[Heretic Apostate]

Better yet, This test board allows anyone who visits it to have admin access. So if you're really curious.

Cool!

I was once on a MUD that gave everyone god-level powers for a day. Was rather boring. Put on the weapons and armor, and you're as weak as a mortal. Run around naked, and your fists could kill a dragon with one punch... Or, with the given admin powers, you could kill and/or respawn a creature at a whim...

 

[Ankh-Morpork Guard]

Do you have your own dimension where you can alter the boards so none of us know?

 

[Hypersmurf]

Wow - cool!

I gotta try out some of these other buttons!

What's "Purge" again?

-Hyp.

 

[Lola]

pure genius in .jpg form

-Hyp.

This must be archived. It passed the "snort drink" test with flying colors.

 

[mythusmage]

Michael's fibbing. In fact, our screens have small animated naked angels who sing paeans to us, and cherubim who play triumphal thread-browsing marches on silver trumpets. By accessing user profiles, we can find out what you ate for breakfast. And best of all, we never have any server slowdown - ever.

And as they ride down the processional way in their gilded chariot there stands behind them the dark cloaked, looming figure of Mythusmage asking, ever asking, "What was wrong with that thread anyway?"

 

[Angcuru]

And as they ride down the processional way in their gilded chariot there stands behind them the dark cloaked, looming figure of Mythusmage asking, ever asking, "What was wrong with that thread anyway?"

While away in the distance we see Blacksway running off with a toolbox in a mechanic's greasy clothes, headed for yet another technical problem that needs pummeling into a thick paste.

 

[Hypersmurf]

It passed the "snort drink" test with flying colors.

Oh dear. It would appear, however, your keyboard survived?

-Hyp.

 

[KidCthulhu]

Check. No pants. The cherubim don't like them.

Those wacky cherubim. They just love the round cheeks.