It is a most ordinary evening. A dull light escapes from the lamp shade in the corner. The central air reads a comfortable 72 degrees. You sit in the basement, spinning around on your bright blue desk chair, a look of smug satisfaction plastered across your face. As you snacked upon Cheetos, you ponder your busy evening. First, you posted the latest adventures of your cat, Cecil, which despite the board name were neither mundane nor pointless. Next, you debated the merits of disbanding the USA legislature and randomly choosing 535 new Congresspersons. You pointed out in Café Society that one can’t actually get a doctorate in horribleness. You bestowed your humble opinion upon a woman whose husband brought home 2% milk instead of 1%, which of course was immediate divorce. You argued vehemently in the game room for Family Feud to be designated a sport rather than a game. Finally, you pitted a user, for his lackluster pitting skills. Ah, you are so much cooler now then when you were a Farker.
You click to see the latest happening in the barn house, when suddenly, nothing at all happens. You try clicking again, and again nothing occurs. You go to pit about this occurrence, but a click upon the Pit results in the same devastating failure. Worrying that you might have to talk to people in real life, you furiously click the other forums to no avail. All out of ideas, you refresh the page.
The board was gone. In its place lay a message
THIS BOARD IS UNDER NEW OWNERSHIP. WE HAVE INFILTRATED YOUR MEMBERSHIP AND TAKEN CONTROL. RESISTANCE IS INEFFECTUAL!
You bellow out to Cecil, “Damn, I hate change!” More softly stating, “I disagree with the Mods decision to have themselves be overthrown. Perhaps it is time we voted for new Mods.”
You refresh again, but the message remained. However, there was a solitary link underneath it now, labeled click here. You clicked there.
The opening post read “We know who we are, and we can figure out who you are. Our people have been, and will always be loyal to fighting ignorance in a well regulated environment. We challenge you to a contest. If we win the board is ours, and you will never haunt us again. If we lose the board is yours to do with what you like”. It was written by “A Loyal Doper”.
A response followed.
“We are everywhere. You will never be able to tell us apart. We accept your challenge
Enjoy
Mark
Wit”
After a series of pms rules were agreed upon. There were difficult issues to resolve, like who would bring pie. Only people on the SDMB at 3:37 in the morning EST would be able to reach the thread. Everyone else would be blacked out. Every time the thread was up each poster could vote for one person to be banned. No one knew how long the thread would be able to stay up at a time. It could be anywhere from 48 hours to 144 hours, with each hour a possible end point, depending on how much the server could handle. Each time it went down the intruders would be able to discuss their options in secret and choose a player to kick out when the next Day commenced.
You were joined by others around the world in professing your loyalty towards the dope, and expressing your willingness to do what you could to maintain its safety. Others cheered on the new regime, and joined forces to ensure it was here to stay. Some of you would be relying purely on reasoning and logic, but several individuals knew they had some extra ability to help their cause.
Elsewhere, two individuals sat quietly, separately considering their options. Each didn’t want the new regime nor the old, rather they had different things in mind. The time was right to strike.
Welcome to SDMB Mafia. Sign-ups start now and will last until we have 20 some odd players. A full rule list and more information to follow. New players are fully encouraged to join, though this won’t quite be a typical game. Mhaye and NAF1138 will be offering assistance to me. Good luck.
I’ve been dying for a new dope game for a while, since I got smacked with the co-mod duties last time around. Consider me in.