"I do... In the name of common sense!" came a sudden voice, as suddenly, a door opened in the abyss - framed with green square grids - and in walked StellarWind Elsydeon, raising an eyebrow.
"So, let me get this straight... Avodka Kevara. Or whatever Harry-Potter-Death-Curse-Mixed-With-Russian-Alcohol you are. Your character is basically a goth-poetry-writing, killing-people-with-a-thought-and-eating-their-souls-then-controlling-their-undead-carcasses-kinda-guy. Nice. HOWEVER!"
The word However echoed through the plains.
"Let me refer you to the rules of this forum." he said, throwing a URL link over the sea of carcasses. "Specifically, to Rule number 2. And I quote."
And as he spoke, words appeared, as if burned in the sky.
"#2. Superplaying, Also known as 'Godmoding.' This means doing things which your character shouldn't be able to do, despite this being fiction." He said "I mean, a few special powers is fine, but destroying an entire planet with a sheer thought is bloody ridiculous. And I do believe that this counts. 'God Machine' indeed."
He stretched absent mindedly, summoning the portal back out of the RP forum "I do believe this counts. We don't want any godmodia battles around here, thank you very much. I'm going to give you a chance to un-break it. You better use that chance."
And saying so, he left, closing the portal behind him. It flickered for a while, then the green gridlines vanished as if they never existed.
The sky was black, four words written in fiery letters.
"The Administration Hath Spoken."
