AngelAndariel

(This text format is best used in chatbox. If you're reading it from my profile, sorry for the huge block) The 'M' in my name means 'Moderator' : people who try to keep the chat clean of trolls and other things. ------------------------------------------------------ These days, i've been having problems concentrating on both the chat and a game. If i don't reply, i still may not be afk. Try to send me a whisper (see below) ! ------------------------------------------------------ I was the owner of the room Utopia (no even i can't create new rooms, it was *given* to me by the staff). That's also what the 'R' meant next to my name. I keep the following rules for future reference. Utopia means 'a place that doesn't exist' in greek. More more details, just ask me or a regular user of the room ! Specific trends for the room : Speaking about religion or politics is ok. Speaking. Not arguing, trolling or web-hurling e-objects across the room. ;) Links to other places (including gaming sites) is very welcome. Share funny things ! (and keep it pg -13) Heavy swearing is insta silence If you silence-dodge (come back with an alt to troll MOAR), i'll extend the silence of your main account. If you copy-paste a whisper, you take responsability of the content, be it silencable. ------------------------------------------------------ Member Since: Jan. 03, 2008 Mod Since: Errr... i don't remember :). Somewhere near early June, 2008 Age: 20 ------------------------------------------------------ How to become a Mod: http://www.kongregate.com/pages/help#become Kongregate Code of Conduct: http://www.kongregate.com/pages/conduct Modfriend Account: http://www.kongregate.com/accounts/Modfriend/friends Game Problem Issues: http://www.kongregate.com/forums/7/topics/2903 New User Tutorial Game : http://www.kongregate.com/games/AngryCyc/new-user-tutorial ------------------------------------------------------ And if you have any questions, ask in 'utopia' channel ! ------------------------------------------------------ To Mute or not to Mute, that is the question; Whether 'tis nobler in kong to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous users, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by Muting, end them. To chat, to game; No more; and by a game to say we end The boringness and the thousand natural shocks That life is heir to — 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To chat, to game; To game, perchance to get a badge. Ay, there's the rub, For in that game of kong what points may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long sessions, For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Th'trolls' wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of being muted, the ToS' delay, The insolence of the others, and the spurns That patient merit of th'unworthy takes, When he himself might his silence make With a bare forum thread? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary connexion, But that the dread of something after permaban, The undiscovered room from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than connect to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pitch and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action.