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KickStarter We need more buttons

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Messages
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GAS!

Button:

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Grauken

Gourd vibes only
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Messages
12,873
"what you did there, I see it" is utterly redundant when acknowledge agenda already means the same thing.

The icon however is perfect for that "not sure if serious" rating we've been asking for a while.
I will change what you did there to not sure if serious if this post receives more than 50 agrees, and provided disagrees do not out number agrees.
Please change "tool" back to "useful". It would be a great counterpart to "informative" and "interesting", and maybe people will actually use it (I bet "tool" is currently the least-used button, out of those that are available to everyone).

Fuck, now all the time I rated someone a tool has become completely pointless and nonsensical
 

Lahey

Laheyist
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Messages
1,467
Grab the Codex by the pussy
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The yellow star, the notorious judenstern of yore, must be reintroduced in this moment of greatest need. Now is the apex of peril for our traditional values, when swarms of hidden jews are everywhere on the RPGCodex, attempting to foment cultural degeneracy, illogic, subversion of masculinity, debasement of local currencies, and shilling of games like Undertale.

Let them be tagged and shrink back in shame like a cockroach exposed to sunlight.
We still don't have Jew and Miltiades buttons
How come we have no jew-related buttons.

I propose
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Three Ratings for the weebs with their hentai,
Seven for the hosted in their forums alone,
Nine for the grognards doomed to decline,
One for DarkUnderlord on his dark throne,
In the Land of Codexia where noses lie.
One Rating to rule them all, One Rating to find them,
One Rating to bring them all and in the sunlight blind them,
In the Land of Codexia where noses lie.
 

Cool name

Arcane
Joined
Oct 14, 2012
Messages
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now that the ''disgusting!" Trump button seems to be gone entirely, the time is right for "vomits profusely"

prosperface is for more philosophical or existential horror, wtfamIreading is for shock and surprise, so a button for powerful physical feelings of disgust would be useful
 

Zed Duke of Banville

Dungeon Master
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Messages
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A long, long time ago,
I can still remember how
Shitposting used to make smile.
And I without repercussion,
Could troll all their discussion,
And maybe they'd be angry, for a while.
But May's second week made me shiver,
With every flaming I'd deliver.
Trumpfists in the trashcan;
Many pictures up in ash, man.
I can't remember if I bawled,
When I tried to rate 'Build the Wall!'.
Something held me deep in thrall,
The Day the Codex died.

So
Bye, bye, old Australian bin,
Drove a hatchback through the Outback, but the Outback was grim.
Them good old trolls were drinking tonic and gin,
Saying "This'll never pay for my sin."
"This'll never pay for my sin."

Did you write the Book of Love,
And do you have faith in God above?
Well, if the Bible so commands.
Now, do you believe in role-playing games?
Can Gygax absolve you of all blame?
And teach you to roll twenties on demand?
Well I know that you care what's said,
'Cause I saw your ratings in that thread,
Enamored with celebrity
And without any levity.
I was a young lad who owned RPGs,
An old Amiga, and a new PC,
But I knew it was destiny,
The Day the Codex died.

I started singing
Bye, bye, old Australian bin,
Drove a hatchback through the Outback, but the Outback was grim.
And good old trolls were drinking tonic and gin,
Saying "This'll never pay for my sin."
"This'll never pay for my sin."

Now for two decades we've been on our own,
And moss grows fat on those Arnhem's stones,
But that's not how it used to be,
When Lord British reigned over his court,
Rogue-likes and blobbers fit to sort,
Tactical combat, and Wizardry.
But when the kings were feeling down,
The wizards stole their fabled crown.
The adventure was suspended,
And RPGs were upended.
While vatniks read a book on Marx,
The Troika practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark,
The Day the Codex died.

We were singing
Bye, bye, old Australian bin,
Drove a hatchback through the Outback, but the Outback was grim.
And good old trolls were drinking tonic and gin,
Saying "This'll never pay for my sin."
"This'll never pay for my sin."

Helter-skelter, in an Aussie swelter,
Cleve bunkered down in a Fallout shelter,
Coding Grimoire to fight decline.
It landed foul on the grass,
The wizards tried for a forward pass,
With the monarchs on the sidelines in recline.
Now the halftime air was sweet perfume,
While stewards played a Lappland tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance.
'Cause the wizards returned onto the field,
The stewards could do naught but yield.
Do you recall what was revealed,
The Day the Codex died?

We started singing
Bye, bye, old Australian bin,
Drove a hatchback through the Outback, but the Outback was grim.
And good old trolls were drinking tonic and gin,
Saying "This'll never pay for my sin."
"This'll never pay for my sin."

There we disputed Gamergate,
A forum filled to the brim with hate,
With no time left to start again.
Removing that which underwhelms,
All that remained was the Realms,
'Cause decline is the Devil's only friend.
And as I watched them fill the stage,
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No incline born in Hell,
Could break that Satan's spell.
And as decline proceeded apace,
Depriving us of hope and grace,
I watched Satan stuffing his face,
The Day the Codex died.

He was singing
Bye, bye, old Australian bin,
Drove a hatchback through the Outback, but the Outback was grim.
And good old trolls were drinking tonic and gin,
Saying "This'll never pay for my sin."
"This'll never pay for my sin."

I met a girl who dreamt of bees,
And asked her for "some newsposts, please?",
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store,
Where I'd bought RPGs years before,
But they're all RPGs now, anyway.
And in the streets the newbies screamed,
The vatniks cried, and the grognards dreamed.
But no more were words violent,
The keyboards all went silent.
And the three men written 'bout a ton,
Fargo, Sawyer, and Chris Avellon',
They went on a road trip with the 'Tron,
The Day the Codex died.

And they were singing
Bye, bye, old Australian bin,
Drove a hatchback through the Outback, but the Outback was grim.
And good old trolls were drinking tonic and gin,
Saying "This'll never pay for my sin."
"This'll never pay for my sin."
They were singing
Bye, bye, old Australian bin,
Drove a hatchback through the Outback, but the Outback was grim.
And good old trolls were drinking tonic and gin,
Saying "This'll never pay for my sin."

With apologies to Don McLean and "American Pie".
 

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