Killion, what will you become. This isnt a rage post, simply stating my mind, and hoping some can agree with how I feel. I recently lost my best friend on the server, great guy who went by the name of headros, and although I dont know much about it, and dont give a damn to change how I feel to get along with the wardens, I am instead here to express what I think. Headros, a player of two and a half years, was banned two weeks ago. Mark, you taunted him by "accepting his application", which made me lose respect for you on behalf that you would treat a loyal player like headros like hes a puppet to you, playing with his emotions. Now some can say this is just a game, dont be a three year old, but I actually give a crap about this server. Sky, you dont have to lash out at me for saying this, although you might, but when you told me to get my facts straight, and that I was in the wrong, your only expressing the message that you are here to follow the rules, and to not give a damn about a players opinion, which is what wardens would normally do right? I understand why people say you just want money mark. You ban players that everybody adores and cares about deeply, maybe its just a co-winky-dink, but I feel like you are eliminating the veterans to make space for noobs who will just pay you money for spawners. Ive been there, I have spent at least 800 USD on this server, but its just not right, let people have their fun in their own way, instead of taking away things people cherish bit by bit, until there is nothing left. As for headros, I cannot express how much I miss you, and how alone I feel on the server, knowing that you can't ever come back. I really wish I could have said goodbye because you did truly mean a lot to me. I guess this is goodbye, thanks for being around and spreading your love and humor. <<<>><
I demand that headros is re premoted. As being one of the older players on killion, I have seen headros since day one. Hes the nicest mod ever, calls it how he sees it, and never abuses his power. Its an atrocity to demote a player with this skill and experience, think about your decisions staff, this is pathetic.
How Headros Stole Christmas Adapted from Dr Seuss by Headros
Every Free down in Freeville Liked Christmas a lot...
But the Headros, Who lived just north of Freeville, Did NOT!
The Headros hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be his Skyblu's head wasn't screwed on just right.
It could be, perhaps, that his Loafers were too tight.
But I think that the most likely reason of all,
May have been that his Feesh was two sizes too small.
Whatever the reason, His head or his Feeshies,
He stood there on Christmas Eve, hating the Frees,
Staring down from his cliff with a sour, Headros frown,
At the warm lighted windows below in their town.
For he knew every Free down in Freeville beneath,
Was busy now, hanging a netherwart wreath.
"And they're hanging their Loafers!" he snarled with a sneer,
"Tomorrow is Christmas! It's practically here!"
Then he growled, with his Headros fingers nervously drumming,
"I MUST find some way to stop Christmas from coming!"
For Tomorrow, he knew, all the Free girls and boys,
Would wake bright and early. They'd rush for their toys!
And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the Noise!
Noise! Noise! Noise!
That's one thing he hated! The NOISE!
NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!
Then the Frees, young and old, would sit down to Feesh.
And they'd Feesh! And they'd feesh! And they'd FEESH!
FEESH FEESH FEESH!
They would feast on Free-carrots, and rare Free-clown-feesh.
Which was something the Headros couldn't stand in the least!
And THEN They'd do something He liked least of all!
Every free down in Freeville, the tall and the small,
Would stand close together, with Freeville bells ringing.
They'd stand hand-in-hand. And the Frees would start singing!
They'd sing! And they'd sing! And they'd SING!
SING! SING! SING!
And the more the Headros thought of this Free Christmas Sing,
The more the Headros thought, "I must stop this whole thing!"
"Why, for more than two years I've put up with it now!"
"I MUST stop this Christmas from coming! But HOW?"
Then he got an idea! An awful idea!
THE HEADROS GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!
"I know just what to do!" The Headros laughed in his throat.
And he made a quick Heady Claus hat and a coat.
And he chuckled, and clucked, "What a great Headros trick!"
"With this coat and this hat, I look just like Saint Nick!"
"All I need is a reindeer..." The Headros looked around.
But, since reindeer are scarce, there was none to be found.
Did that stop the old Headros? No! The Headros simply said,
"If I can't find a reindeer, I'll make one instead!"
So he called his dog, Max. Then he took some red thread,
And he tied a big dead minecraft stick on the top of his head.
THEN He loaded some bags And some old empty sacks,
On a ramshackle sleigh And he hitched up old Max.
Then the Headros said, "Giddap!" And the sleigh started down,
Toward the homes where the Frees Lay asnooze in their town.
All their windows were dark. Quiet snow filled the air.
All the Frees were all dreaming sweet dreams without care.
When he came to the first little house on the square.
"This is stop number one," the old Heady Claus hissed,
And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist.
Then he slid down the chimney. A rather tight bricky rows.
But, if Santa could do it, then so could the Headros.
He got stuck only once, for a moment or two.
Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue.
Where the little Free loafers all hung in a row.
"These stockings," he grinned, "are the first things to go!"
Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant,
Around the whole room, and he took every present!
diamonds! And pufferfish! loafers! picks!
lava buckets! horses! flowers! And sticks!
And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Headros, very nimbly,
Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimney!
Then he slunk to the icebox. He took the Frees' feast!
He took the Free-carrots! He took the roast clownfeesh!
He cleaned out that icebox as quick as a flash.
Why, that Headros even took their last can of Free-hash!
Then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with glee.
"And NOW!" grinned the Headros, "I will stuff up the tree!"
And the Headros grabbed the tree, and he started to shove,
When he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove.
He turned around fast, and he saw a small Free!
Little Cassie60-Free, who was not more than three.
The Headros had been caught by this tiny Free squatter,
Who'd got out of bed for a bucket of water.
he stared at the Headros and said, "Santy Claus, why,”
"Why are you taking our Christmas tree? WHY?"
But, you know, that old Headros was so smart and so slick,
He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick!
"Why, my sweet little tot," the fake Santy Claus lied,
"There's a light on this tree that won't light on one side."
"So I'm taking it home to my workshop, my dear."
"I'll fix it up there. Then I'll bring it back here."
And his fib fooled the child. Then he patted his head,
And he got him a bucket and sent her to bed.
And when cassie60-free went to bed with his cup,
HE went to the chimney and stuffed the tree up!
Then the last thing he took Was the flint for their fire!
Then he went up the chimney, himself, the old liar.
On their walls he left nothing but hooks and some wire.
And the one speck of food That he left in the house,
Was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse.
Then He did the same thing To the other Frees' houses
Leaving crumbs Much too small For the other Frees' mouses!
It was quarter past dawn... All the Frees, still a-bed,
All the Frees, still asnooze When he packed up his sled,
Packed it up with their presents! The chests! The wrappings!
The nametags! And the redstone! The cactus! The trappings!
Three thousand feet up! Up the side of Mt. Crumpit,
He rode with his load to the tiptop to dump it!
"They're just waking up! I know just what they'll do!"
"Their mouths will hang open a minute or two,
Then the frees down in freeville will all cry booohooooo!"
"That's a noise," grinned the Headros, "That I simply MUST hear!"
So he paused. And the Headros put his hand to his ear.
And he did hear a sound rising over the snow.
It started in low. Then it started to grow.
But the sound wasn't sad! Why, this sound sounded merry!
It couldn't be so! But it WAS merry! VERY!
He stared down at Freeville! The Headros popped his eyes!
Then he shook! What he saw was a shocking surprise!
Every Free down in Freeville, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without any presents at all!
He HADN'T stopped Christmas from coming! IT CAME!
Somehow or other, it came just the same!
And the Headros, with his Headros-feet cold in the snow,
Stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so?"
"It came with out chests! It came without nametags!"
"It came without diamond ore, beacons or bags!"
And he puzzled three hours, till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Headros thought of something he hadn't before!
"Maybe Christmas," he thought, "doesn't come from a store."
"Maybe Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!"
And what happened then? Well...in Freeville they say,
That the Headros's small feesh Grew three sizes that day!
And the minute his feesh didn't feel quite so tight,
He whizzed with his sleigh through the bright morning light,
And he brought back the chests! And the feesh for the feast!
And he, HE HIMSELF! The Headros carved the Clownfeesh!
The End.
Ill say it now, congrats on 5000 pages Killion! its been a pleasure paying for almost 1.5 years on the server and I still remember 2000 pages like it was yesterday! thank you mark and starzy for making this such an enjoyable experience!
Sorry for my inactivity, by being at the best highschool in the state, and top 50 in the country, im getting pooped on by my teachers in freshman year, im trying to come on as often as possible!
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As for mark and starzy, think before you act.
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