I'm going to try to illumine the story of VD as best as my ailing memory may afford.
Whoever finds errors in spelling, grammar or accuracy may keep them.
The Codex of old was a dark, primal place. A primitive, primordial soup of shock porn, jerking off to Fallout 1 and hating modern shit games, such as at the time Baldur's Gate and Morrowind. Indeed, newfriends, there was a time those games were considered moderntard declineshit. The great antediluvian Codexites still hold to this orthodoxy. Nevertheless, it was a lively place. Short of child pornography there were no rules. Developers were trashed, games were trashed, new posters were laughed out. But there wasn't only chaos - you could find the highest quality RPG discussion in that mire, far more lucid than our discussions today. It's not that us older posters have grown dull, it's just that we've already discussed everything RPG related a long time ago. If you would partake in this wisdom, I suggest to you the same as the angel suggested to St. Augustine: Lege! Read!
Now, it was in this duality of chaos and order, foul tongue and lucid debate, that we lived. Then came the cursed one. VD, they now call him. He was one of us, a brother. He debated, he cursed, he laughed and cried with us, for were we not his brother? Through good articles and infamously elaborate quote by quote rebuttals, VD rose to the rank of admin. But little did we know of his dark design!
So it came to pass in the land of Codexia that VD began to moderate. A little at first, and then more and more. In the old days, if someone was stupid, we'd spam their thread with the grossest porn. No, said VD! We'd permit both idiot and genius to post without restriction - sometimes they were the same person, even. No, said VD! For VD had a vision. A Codexia under the banner of order. Free of passion, full of cold rationalism. In his Codexia there was no room for the Andhairas, the Roquas or the Liberals. It was to be a gathering for the elite minds who did not wallow in occasional idiocy but instead debated with intent and disciplined fervor. There would be rules. There would be moderation. And above all there would be order.
But VD in his flight soared too close to the sun. Behind his back, some admins and the infamous Momma's Gang (also known as Wheelchair Warez) worked in secret. They overthrew his rule, randomly added wordfilters, banned posters, and generally made a big mess.
DU, at this time, was very busy increasing his brain size. He was in slumber, pondering the mysteries of the universe. But when this ruckus rose him, his wrath was great indeed! He brought us the second covenant, the rules you now see. In the wake of his frightful furor, VD made his own forum and company and rules there to this day with his iron fist.
And what of Momma's Gang, these heroic freedom fighters? Well, some say they're gone. But legend has it that one day, when a tyrant tries to take Codexia over again, that they will return and liberate us once more.
And that was the tale of VD.