Amon_Dalbarn23 i will be blunt. I will be honest.

It is highly suspicious that you live with your best friend and use his ip, instead of your parent’s house (or a friend that isn’t defamed on mpp) in my honest opinion, your friend could hop on mpp behind your back, may not say anything while he’s online, just reading up on what he missed, and you wouldnt know it. Best friends are honest with each other but even best friends lie sometimes or omit the truth.

If you were to live somewhere else with other people, you may actually have a chance of being on mpp, if you are a person other than mike (i dont say this offensively)

But to be safe, and reasonable, the ip that mike used should be banned, from mppc and mpp itself, no matter how many friends he has, or best friend(s). Allowing the ip access to either is just a gateway for more trouble on his part.

I’m not saying he’s gonna, but he definitely always has an opportunity because of the fact that this ip has an mppc account

zofya406 me too. I tell the new gen, Respect the classics

@Cloudy_Skies i’m not saying he doesn’t deserve it, but getting someone banned is not worth a hype celebration, it’s a “forget and move on” thing, not a “let’s throw a party for banning em”

Do you get what i mean?

My father took me into the city, To see a marching band. He said “Son when you grow up, will you be the savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned?”

@Burd that pic gave me ptsd. Brings me back to the olden days when i was younger. Terrible times. 2006. My mother had just finished her job. It was Dark Days. She told me “Son, let’s watch a movie together”. That isn’t the worst of it. The movie choice she picked was…. “The Lord Of The Rings: Fellowship Of The Ring”. I can’t think about that movie without my ptsd kicking in. Anyways, everything was scary, monsters fighting humans, screaming dark suited monsters of death. But this wasn’t enough to haunt my thoughts. Soon enough. The fellowship, had reached “ Khazad-dûm”…

I cannot talk about it without getting mortified and teary eyes. That creature, runs through my head, screaming “SMEAGOL!!” And choking “Gollum”…. Man. Once i knew i saw him. My life was over.
Every time i tried to sleep, his face would pop in my mind and he’d say “my precious” as if claiming my soul already.
That… was enough to wake me up. I had years of therapy to fix my mind, but when i looked at that inflatable zombie baby…. There was one word that appeared in my mind, that caused a heart attack… “Gollum”

The end

This wasn’t a true story (the ptsd i mean. The whole first paragraph is true. The rest fiction lol) i just hope i made people laugh, facepalm, and shake their heads at how stupid this story was lol