Grievances

Long ago, in the great distant lands of Admin-Land. Hordes of  faggots, bronies,furries, weeaboos, otherkin, pol faggots began polluting the great lands of Admin-Land. All attempts at banning proved useless and futile, the Great Admin Lords panicked that all was lost and the Internet was to be forever lost to these vermin, but one day a mighty weapon would be forged by the great Content-Creators. A weapon feared by Sonic recolorist, Weeaboos, Furfags, Base Artist, Nostalgiafags, and many other forms of fantards: the Fan-Tard Hammer. This legendary hammer is made up of Trollium: a metal that is known to be highly harmful to Mary Sues and other

Rope my skin red violet wands, bruise me blue I'm the mas to your sadist petites morts et danses pour deux

It was one crisp morning in Politics Republica when the bells high up in the mountains rang. Some prefered to sleep in but others decide to start their day. The citizens had two big buildings that most of the business was conducted within. Even though there was no rule, that didn't mean there was no order. Any laws concerning financial or otherwise was a direct vote. The community also had a pipe system for voting, money transactions, or to send mail to the post office. The community had their merchants as they lived in two places. This created the need of dual living status that help curb the need for extra taxes and fights from the leaders

One day in Complaints City, Complaintopia, there was a strange phenomenon. It was actually a paradox that the residents would never for get. No one could. It was a warm day in complaintopia. The sun was shining, the birds chirping and the sound of trolls being slaughtered because troll season came early. People were sipping on their nice, cold drinks while telling tales of how the world was. It was then they saw a strange sight. It was a teddy bear. This teddy bear caused a paradox unlike you ever seen. At first everyone thought it was a troll. It's words sounded trollish and everyone was on high alert. But then, it started to say I'm sorr