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♔: ♠ « MUSIC ♠ « WEARING ♠ « ✉ 0 ♠ « OOC: N|A ♠ :♔ Pierce buried her face into his chest and he stroked her hair, closing his eyes and trying to really think things through for once, without getting all caught up in the negatives. This was like their time, at camp, when they would have the scavenger hunt. Except this time it was deadly, and they weren't likely to stumble upon anything to help them through. He started to wonder, though ... What would the penalty be for stealing a goodie bag from someone who had been killed ... ? ❝Huh, I guess you're right...❞ For her to stop stuttering NOW of all times ... Once the initial shock of some Hunger Games bullshit being pulled on them started wearing off, Oliver had to ask himself if he was truly surprised. He had left Candlewood knowing full well he might not return. But ... like this? And for what? He didn't give a **** about Jonathan, or Noëlle. Why did he come, again? Oh, right. Because he wanted to survive. Because he wanted to get to the bottom of this, so that he could live his life without fear of being killed somehow by this 'curse'. More like by this CULT. What did Jonathan and Noëlle do to be offed? ❝It's my fault. They knew we were coming because of me. I'm sorry Oliver. I'm so sorry. ❞ Pierce nuzzled her face into him. He held her tighter, wishing she'd stop apologizing. He wondered what everyone else was doing. For 'men on a mission', Bryan and Julius didn't seem to be making any heroic appearances. ❝You should try to find a way back to the inn. This is my fault. I don't deserve to go back. I don't ... I don't deserve being held like this by you ... if it wasn't for me, we never ... we never ... ❞ She was crying. He swallowed to keep his own emotions down. Pierce pulled away from him, her body shaking. He heard her sniffle. He wished he could see her, but was glad she couldn't see him. The more she put it on herself, the more he felt guilty, like maybe he should have stopped her. They should have seen the camp circle and left it at that, alerted Bryan and Julius that Patrick was down there. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, balling his fingers into fists. He always seemed to do the wrong thing. ❝I don't want to die. ❞ ❝Pierce.❞ He couldn't handle any more. ❝I don't want to die ... I'm sorry. ❞ Helpless. Oliver wasn't trained in any sort of self-defense. He wasn't superman. He didn't even have a weapon. He couldn't save her, he had no idea what to say. He didn't want to die, either, but what could they do but hide? Like cowards. ****ing hell!! He couldn't save her. He started to breathe heavier, eyes wide in the darkness. He couldn't do anything, he couldn't say anything. He couldn't do anything. ❝I don't want to die, either,❞ he told her, doing his best to keep his voice leveled and steadied. His palms felt sweaty and he wiped them over his pants. After a few more minutes of silence, he found her hand and held it tight. ❝Come on.❞ He didn't give her any time to protest, lifting up and helping her stand with him. ❝I'm not gonna lie to you, Pierce. I have no idea what's going to happen.❞ He was shaking, as hard as he was trying not to. He slid his thumb over the back of her hand gently. He couldn't see her. He wished he could at least see her face. ❝I don't really know what I can do.❞ He had to consciously remind himself to speak quietly. ❝I think we should try, though ... I'll do my best to make sure we -- you get out of here alright.❞ What was he doing? Could he really die for someone else? His heart grew heavier. They weren't married or anything. As much as he liked Pierce ... Oh god. He shook his head. Now wasn't the time to be selfish. God. He wondered how Sophie would feel. What would she do if it came down to her or Pierce? ... What awful thing to think about. Sophie wasn't here. He started to pull Pierce further into the darkness, trying to step as lightly as he could around roots and anything else that could be hiding about. He really needed some light, but they may give them away, so he dealt with it - stumbling a few times and being able to warn Pierce who was just a bit behind him to watch out. They walked for what seemed to be a long while. He kept thinking about the game they were playing. The teens didn't have to slaughter everyone, from what it sounded like. Not if they didn't want to. He was safe, assuming they didn't all know each other. He had green eyes, and he was an adult. He could prove that. Assuming the teens decided just to hide, then who or what were they hiding from? If no one killed, who was the enemy? Clearly someone. It wasn't just a tag you're out sort of thing. Even if the teens DIDN'T kill, something would be coming for them ... and that something was bad enough that you'd be willing to kill a stranger just to be excluded from it. Suddenly, Oliver came nose-to-dirt with a dead end. He stepped back and felt along the earth. It was a wall. Looking up, he could see the top of a ledge. He dug into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone, shining light along the edge. There were vines. It wasn't too high, either. They could probably climb up there. He mashed his lips together. ❝Let's try it.❞ He looked at her. She should go first, so that he could catch her if she fell. Before they could start the climb, a shot rang out. He almost shouted in surprised, but bit his tongue instead. He had never heard a gunshot that loud before! The sky flashed with red for a moment and his heart practically stopped. The entire forest lit up. He pressed Pierce against the wall behind him and stepped in front of her. They had ran so far, thinking they were alone ... Maybe it was his mind playing tricks on him, but as soon as the sky flashed, bodies became visible, scattered within his view. Some were clinging to the branches above the trees, huddled between bushes, others standing in plain sight - as caught off guard as Pierce and him had been ... and those were only the ones who weren't hiding well enough not to be found. The light was gone now, and the forest buzzed with subtle movements, whispers and wildlife. The shot meant that their hour was up. ❝... Hurry.❞ He whispered, but Pierce, again, had no chance to. A scream came from above, followed by a body tumbling down the ledge and at their feet. ****!! Oliver tried to process it, and it wasn't working. There's no way they had gone so far just to be insta!found by Patrick or whoever the universal enemy was. The teenagers were killing each other. Why were they killing each other if they didn't have to!? What kind of people ... He gripped Pierce's hand, once again at a loss. The body fell from above ... Didn't they have to prove they killed the person? They could be coming back, for the body - or at least identification. The forest sounds were getting louder. ****! He tugged Pierce away slowly at first, still hesitating, but then he found himself running full force, using his phone to guide him regardless of the consequences. **** this. He'd haul Pierce over his shoulder if he had to. People were tripping and falling all about, trying to escape just as they were. Nope. Pierce better not ****ing fall. They ran along the edge for a long while. There were shouts and screams coming from all around now, minutes between each other. People were dying, and most of the killers would be looking for them. The outsiders.
I don't have a personal issue with signature sizes and think the set 500 x 500 thing isn't working out too well but i suggested change and no one...
Mmkay, this 'extra day' is reserved for those in THE HUNTU That means: Pierce, Oliver, Sophie and Zoey are the only characters to be posting today - unless something happens. These events are taking place while everyone else is asleep.
♔: ♠ « MUSIC ♠ « WEARING ♠ « ✉ 0 ♠ « OOC: N|A ♠ :♔ Oliver was right there with Pierce as she shot up from their spot. Their hands still linked together, they began to run. He stayed in perfect sync with her, if not a bit ahead at times, and finally when the sounds of the waves had fallen behind them, they stopped. There were nothing but trees, and it was so, so dark. The neon lights above them were beginning to die out one by one. ❝Oliver, I'm sorry! ❞ Pierce cried. He winced. He didn't ... His heart pounded and his head reeled. God DAMMIT! He pulled her closer to him, getting just as much comfort from being near someone else as he hoped he gave her. He was terrified. ❝Oliver ... I need to change into pants. ❞ He was about to judge her for it, but it would making running a lot easier on them, so he let her go. Pierce let their hands fall apart and dropped her bag, using her phone to pull out something new to wear before disappearing behind a tree. All was still, aside from their breathing. This was unreal. It was so dark. ❝Are you still there? ❞ ❝Of course I'm still here.❞ He almost sounded irritable, but it wasn't that. He was just ... He slumped down with his back against the rough bark of the tree, letting his head fall into his arms. They were going to ... He swallowed hard. ❝Pierce ... Come find me.❞ He said, as quietly as she had spoken before. He held his arms up to help her find where he was, and lowered her down with him in the blackness. Silence. He was at a loss. His eyes blurred and he rubbed the building tears away. Aaah, man, this was awful. He didn't want to die. He didn't want to die. He didn't want to die. He felt so helpless. He sniffed, unashamed even if Pierce heard him. ❝You ... you haven't been stuttering with me, tonight?❞ He didn't mean for it to sound like a question, he could barely breathe right let alone think. It was such a dumb thing to bring up, too, but he noticed. He tried to get his breathing under control. The silence was horrifying ... Knowing that the moment it broke, without it being them ... ❝What do you want to do ... ?❞ He didn't exactly understand what he was asking her, even if he was the one asking. Part of him was wondering if she wanted to just give in, wait here to be found and bask in each other's company, or if she really wanted to try to survive. She changed for a reason ... He just didn't know. He felt so loss. It was all so surreal.
As Estelle and Shane attempt to depart the shore, Kevin - the vaguely familar one from before - stops them. He shakes his head back and forth in disapproval, and pulls out a stun gun, shooting them both. As they fall, he drags their bodies down the stairs by their ankles and throws them back onto the sand. Estelle is taken care of first, a sharp hunting knife pressed against her throat and slashed over the skin. The blood comes quickly. He moves on to Shane, doing the same. The deaths are quick and undramatic, done simply to kill them and nothing more. Once their throats are slit, he drags each body back to the campfire to burn. Patrick watches his wrist watch with anticipation. Estelle and Shane are dead.
♔: ♠ « MUSIC ♠ « WEARING ♠ « ✉ 0 ♠ « OOC: N|A ♠ :♔ ❝Oliver, ❞ Pierce whispered from beside him. He looked down at her curiously. ❝That's Patrick. ❞ What. He looked back to the speaker; a tall coffee-skinned man with dark hair and speckled green eyes that flared in the firelight. He was Patrick? Pierce looked into his eyes and he felt his breath catch in his throat. ❝Let's go, ❞ Surprised, Oliver considered asking her if she was sure. He didn't get the chance to before Pierce tugged gently on his hand and pulled him closer to the blazing flames and group of teenagers. He didn't feel he belonged here, and just when he was beginning to let the thought eat away at him, Pierce squeezed his hand. Had she been drinking? He watched her, and continued to flick glances at her even when they sat down. He was expecting her to pull away from him, so when she didn't ... His fingers wiggled their way between her own to give them a new closeness, and he looked away. Pierce leaned against him and his heart started to race. And then ... guilt. Guilt, guilt, guilt. She probably hated him. He left her. He avoided her. He spent this whole trip so far texting Mary! ... He took a deep breath, feeling her shift beside him. ... What happened on the train didn't matter right now. They were in this freaky ass town, this freaky as place, together. If something happened, neither of them were alone. He sighed and leaned closer to her, just to peck her on the top of her head, somewhat of a wordless 'I'm sorry'. The teens suddenly made a load of commotion, and Oliver looked up again. Patrick was laughing, having just ended some kind of ghost story. He readjusted on the log he sat on and grinned at them. ❝I see. Not scared, huh? Tough crowd! How about this one ... Once there was a girl named Jenny. She was like all the other girls, except for one thing. She always wore a green ribbon around her neck. There was a boy named Alfred in her class. Alfred liked Jenny and Jenny liked Alfred. One day he asked her, “Why do you wear that ribbon all the time?” “I cannot tell you,” said Jenny. But Alfred kept asking, “Why do you wear it?” And Jenny would say, “It is not important.” Jenny and Alfred grew up and fell in love. One day they got married. After their wedding, Alfred said, “Now that we are married, you must tell me about the green ribbon.” “You still must wait,” said Jenny. “I will tell you when the right time comes.” Years passed. Alfred and Jenny grew old. One day Jenny became very sick. The doctor told her she was dying. Jenny called Alfred to her side. “Alfred,” she said, “now I can tell you about the green ribbon. Untie it, and you will see why I could not tell you before.” Slowly and carefully, Alfred untied the ribbon… …and Jenny’s head fell off. ❞ Oliver cracked a grin. He remembered that one from elementary school. Some of the other teens laughed. Patrick stood up and brushed his hands off on his pants. A woman, presumably his wife, emerged from the darkness behind him, handing him a dark, rouge red cloak. ❝Hah, yeah, yeah. Settle down. Before we start the service, I would just like to say a few things more. ❞ Patrick slipped into the robe and kissed the woman on the cheek, whispering something into her ear that made her smile and sit down. ❝Tonight marks the sixth night of the festival. I am immensely grateful to those of you who have attended. You have all proven yourselves to be worthy citizens of Bentley and each one of you should be immensely proud of yourself for coming this far.❞ His eyes looked over them and he began to pace. ❝Through your triumphs, there have been many failures ... Our hearts are heavy with grief, and the fallen young men and women from the nights prior to this will always be remembered in our hearts. Do not forget them. Take care of their siblings and parents and support each other as best as you can. We are a community of love and loyalty - above all. For those of you who do not make it tonight, please remember what you are dying for.❞ Oliver's expression fell completely flat. This was bad. He looked around them, wondering if there was some way to discretely escape. Someone else seemed to have the same idea. A boy, around fifteen or so, wiggled to the back of the group on his hands and knees. He moved passed Oliver and Pierce, his face wet with tears and body trembling, and his own green eyes followed. His chest felt constricted. Patrick went on in his speech, only to be interrupted by a new figure emerging from the darkness. Oliver squinted his eyes towards the man. He looked ... really familar. The man nodded towards the kid crawling off by himself, and Patrick muttered something to him in response. Oliver's head turned back around to face the front. No one else seemed phased by the events, he had to blend in. He stared at Patrick, tuning in and out of his ... pep - talk. The boy screamed. He said he didn't want to die. He said he wasn't a teenager, yet and that he lied. He begged. Oliver stared forward, clenching Pierce's hand in his even tighter. There were sounds of struggling coming from behind them. Don't look back. The boy gasped, and shrieked. His screams became gurgled. The man walked back to the front. Don't look back, Pierce. He could hear the sound of shifting - more like spasming coming from behind. Then it went quiet. ❝... Spring marks a season of change and new beginnings. We purge the mistakes of Winter and start anew. ... That's enough of my rambling though, you guys already know how things work here! Without further delay, let us begin the game. Classic Bentley Hide - and - Seek! You should all know the rules, but for you thirteen year olds, let me refresh. You can hide anywhere along the shore of the lake. That means you cannot go back up the stairs. Leader Kevin here will be watching ... You have one hour to hide before the game officially starts. The goal? Don't get caught. There will an hour dedicated to The Hunt. Your 'goodie bags' can be found in your registered coordinates. These arrived in the mail yesterday morning. If you did not get one, come see me. You best not be lying, though. Anyone who steals another's 'goodie bag' will be severely punished. Anyone caught trying to use a cellular device will be severely punished as well, though there should be no signal down here in the first place ... ❞ Patrick smiled. Oliver's head was pounding. Goodie bags? What the ****!? Jesus CHRIST! Was this a JOKE? ❝This year we've got somethin' special for you. It seems there are some outsiders with us this evening. Anyone who brings one of 'em back dead can leave the game a victor, unlike usual where if you kill one of your peers you simply get an advantage next round.❞ The group swiveled around this way and that, searching the faces of their peers. Quickly, Oliver ran his fingers through Pierce's hair, hiding her eyes behind it and sitting a bit more in front of her. He looked at her, trying to will her to stay calm if she wasn't. ❝It is time to begin. 3 ... 2 ... 1 ... Ready or not ...❞
Dakota was honest in saying she didn't really want to do anything, so they ended up grabbing a bite to eat - avoiding places that could have cameras - and discussing other possibilities. It was mostly her stuttering and glaring and him being all kawaii rainbow and crap, but it was nice. The fireworks were being set off when they decided to head back to the inn early. They went together, which made her uncomfortable and hyperventilate-y but it felt good to be away from the crowds. Cane wasn't around when they got home, but they were able to get in okay and head to their rooms after a short good night. Dakota took some time to tape up everything she hadn't gotten to before before getting dressed in pajamas and curling up on the floor to sleep and stay out of her room mate's way.
I personally wouldn't reduce the size by reducing the whole image, but rather just edit the length of it by cropping it and moving everything over...
♔: ♠ « MUSIC ♠ « WEARING ♠ « ✉ 0 ♠ « OOC: N|A ♠ :♔ He had been sitting down alone at one of the food stands, partaking in a funnel cake when his phone vibrated. This wouldn't have been anything out of the ordinary, since he had been texting Mary this entire time, but Pierce's text tone was different from the default one. He was always paranoid he'd miss a text of her's and make her think he hated her. He was reluctant to look at it, but when he finally did, he snorted. He set his phone down. Every time he broke free, she tried to reel him back in. Not intentionally, he was sure that she wasn't a maneater or anything, but ... Ugh, Sophie. And the incident on the train ... Pierce and him weren't mean to be. Not while Sophie was in the picture and not while she was so down on herself and dramatic all of the time. He gazed down at his phone stubbornly and took a bite out of his funnel cake. What did that mean? Was something happening? What woman? Why the lake? He lifted his face and scanned the crowds of Bentley locals around them. It didn't seem like anything was weird. Why was she texting HIM? Why not ... He scowled and raked his fingers through his hair. What to do, what to do ... He chewed on his bottom lip until he finally decided to get off of the bench he sat on and throw the rest of his funnel cake away. Dammit, Pierce. The walk was short and quick and as soon as he saw her, he checked her all over to make sure she looked alright. Where the **** was the lake? Their eyes met and he felt guilty again, averting his. ❝Let's just go.❞ He mumbled, taking her hand in his so she wouldn't trail behind and walking further from the petting zoo. He had no idea where he was going until he saw the sign for kite flying standing right before a path. Further out, he could see the glint of light over a water source, and pulled her towards the trail. The trail split two ways. One, going up, where the kites were. The second was going down, towards - maybe - the lake. ❝Be careful,❞ he warned, parting some tree branches for them both and maneuvering down a steep flight of wooden stairs. The sound of crickets chirped around them and the further they went down, the louder they got. If it weren't for the moon , the faint glow of neon kites in the sky, and a row of dim lanterns it would have been completely dark. Ugh. Inside, he was mess of gooey horrible emotions that made him angry, but on the outside ... Pierce's hand felt warm in his. Dumb, dumb, dumb ... They walked on in a comfortable silence before a campfire came into view, around it were several teenagers huddled about and totally engaged as some guy told them something he couldn't quite make out. He slowed down his walk and breathed in slowly, looking at Pierce again. ❝You want to go sit, or ...?❞ He asked in a low voice. They weren't in view of the others quite yet and he felt majorly awkward with the situation. He squeezed her hand lightly, knowing that if he was somewhat freaking out, she would probably be, too. ❝It's up to you.❞
There was some silence between them where Dakota fidgeted nervously and stared out over the water, wondering what the name of the city that was past it was. She was still trying to figure out what kind of witchcraft Bentley was pulling with this music when Evan spoke. "Hey remember that petting zoo that's here. If we could get some water in like a cup or something than we could probably bring it over there and give it to one of the animals there." She had completely forgotten the petting zoo, wow. Not that it would matter. "You're pretty good at this investigating thing Dakota." Her chest tightened, and she stared at him for a few moments. Heck yes, but 'pretty good' was an understatement. He gave her a thumbs up and she blinked, her fingers twitching as she tried to decide whether or not to return it. Luckily, "Well let's go." The kite was put away and they walked back along the dirt path together. Before arriving at the petting zoo, Dakota got a paper cup from one of the stands, and filled it with the water from the fountain - which was presumably the same as the tap water. They traveled to the petting zoo and she wrinkled up her nose at the smell, looking at Evan nervously. After a while of just kind of standing about, they crossed over to a goat small goat nibbling hay in the corner. Dakota walked to it's side and sat down on provided stool. She felt a little bad. If the water was poisonous or something ... When she was certain no one was apparently watching them, she held the cup out. The goat sniffed a bit and then licked at the rim of the cup. Dakota felt uncomfortable, like she was invading on something and looked away. She had never been so close to an animal before ... Well, not one that wasn't a dog, or a cat. The creature lapped at the water noisily and Dakota felt a bit sick, continuing to look away and distract herself with the sight of a little girl bickering with her mother over a balloon. Her attention was recaptured when she felt a tugging on her paper cup. Her head whipped back around just in time to catch the goat taking a bite from it. "Aah, uh, no," she mumbled, pulling it away before it nipped her fingers or something. Evan and her watched quietly for a few seconds, and those seconds turned quickly into minutes ... Nothing was happening. She thought about it. Obviously, it wouldn't happen instantly, but ... "Sorry." Maybe it wasn't the water. At least with catching a squirrel or something, they could see the effects of prolonged - uh - drinkage ...
Unless something important happens, I'm going to take away that extension and we'll be ending our days tonight [ 5 hours from now ]. I'm also going to implement a 'laziness' something or other because while the post schedules are great, a couple of members are posting doing absolutely nothing of value just to stay in the game and that's not cool. I would genuinely rather you gone. If you have something going on in your real life, talk to me. If you have a concern or suggestion, talk to me. If you have writer's block, talk to me. The lethargic role players make everything lethargic and it's unwanted, especially when your character is not supposed to be apathetic. There is plenty to do atm and there has been a plethora of things to do since the arc began. If you would like to resign or let me kill of your characters, hit me up on Skype. Same for if you need ideas on how to get more involved or what you should be doing. Eventually, I'll be talking to some of you and asking you to leave.
All you have to do, apparently, is click to see who repped a post. Similar to how polls work. We don't immediately see what the results are but that won't stop people from viewing them before making their decision. And ... Isn't derep more of voicing disapproval in a member than disagreement? I mean, if you really disagree with something, wouldn't you post - not take away from a user's reputation? And if you disapprove of a member, isn't that when you derep? I thought that approaching an 'attacker' who is hurting someone was pretty personal and worth at least a visitor message. I'm not sure how positive opinions are a bad thing, televised or not. Whereas negative opinions can be hurtful. Why do you guys crave negativity so much that you actually think here's an imbalance when you see nothing but a positive in something? What is being hurt by not telling people through a rating system that you disapprove of them? If we fixed the current system, boom. As RvR said as well, it did cause problems and there were times it got pretty bad. Even from before I was on staff, there were issues for me from a members standpoint. The dereps I got were NEVER constructive, it was always something cruel and unnecessary. It didn't help me grow as a member, it just hurt. I never reported them or anything because it was kind of a 'get used to it this is the internet' sort of thing and I was ashamed of feeling hurt by it. I have no idea why people glorify the '07 days, but what it became for me was - join the mean kids or gtfo. That was 'growth'. Stop using smileys, stop being friendly, start being blunt and posting relevant memes / videos and picking on members and joining the shitstorms as an instigator and then it's like oh wow you're such a cool member rep rep rep. How is that making you a better person? I would hope that if the system were brought back, we wouldn't let those kinds of things slip under a rug, thus they'd require heavier moderation. I thought a big part of this was that you guys wanted negative reputation and that's a big thing for you. -- I guess I just genuinely don't understand why people crave the negativity so badly. If someone is generally disliked amongst the forum I think they can tell - you guys are pretty darn vocal with that kind of stuff. You're not suddenly alerting them by dubbing them a 'bad member' via dereps, I think they know when their actions are disapproved of. If you're going to use the derep system legitimately, I don't see it being a huge deal to talk to someone you have an issue with. If they write something you disagree with, reply. Someone was mentioning earlier that they felt that somehow likes took away from people posting. But you want positive rep AND negative rep? I definitely see the point you're making about an OP having 24802472 likes, but 2 posts or something, but now we get to derep someone instead of replying to let them know that whatever they did / said wasn't cool? What's wrong with requiring someone to go through a little bit more effort to make someone feel ****** [ or think about what they did whatever you guys think you're doing ]? Why do you think you're making the community better by telling someone they're not good enough? i just don't understand, aaaaaah.
You mean it can't be abused because we can see the reputation that's been given to someone? o: So, for instance, let's say you derepped one of my posts for reasons you find valid, and staff see it and think it's invalid [ or the person who received the derep argues that it is ] and we delete it or whatever - you'd be okay with that? Again, what kind of posts are you guys wanting to derep in the first place? What reasons do you think are good reasons for derepping someone? I'm genuinely just asking questions right now, I don't really see a point of 'picking a side' until an admin says we can do it without screwing something up and this; would majorly affect how I feel about it. Six years of rep / likes being erased for me is not cool. ;c If there was a way to add 'comments' for likes, add a limit, as well as perhaps a dislike button without losing all of our current likes, I would much rather that over implementing reputation again and starting from zero. Xenforo basically told Amaury no for adding it to the software, but couldn't we commission someone to make a mod for it or something? Basically until I know exactly what would happen. How would likes vs rep change that? If people agree with the 'attacker' then they'll just be repped instead of liked. We have other systems. We have PMing and profiles. I mean, if someone was really attacking someone that badly and you felt you had to say something, you're able? If it's really THAT bad, their post should be reported to staff. And of course, reaching out to the victim with a kind message goes pretty far. I'm not for or against it in it's entirety. I don't really like the negativity behind a derep, but that's only for certain cases. On very rare occasions I can admit someone deserves a derep, but the system will always be subjective. I feel someone would be more likely to gain a bunch of rep from saying something rude to someone who was being annoying in their opinion than to be bombarded with derep because they're being a jerk to someone who doesn't actually deserve it. And, similarly, someone who is deemed obnoxious or inferior by the community is more likely to be spammed with derep. Sure, we can moderate it, but if the majority of dereps are going to be subjective like that then I think the system is better off without it. We can always say 'hey you can only send derep as constructive criticism' but your idea of constructive criticism may be different than someone else's, and a staff member's and if I can imagine finding derep ... kind of crappy if it turned into this whole SUPER STAFF MONITORING process where we just hover over rep picking the bad from the good and handing out warnings and punishments. That sounds annoying for everyone. Alas. For the mod that was posted earlier, is that possible to implement without wiping everything or messing something up? also, as adorable as that ratings system is i wonder what the thoughts on that are because it's pretty different
