I got a Skyrim poster for helping out with the fan interview, and a copy of The Infernal City for being an Imperial Librarian. Bethesda is great about rewarding people who help them.

There's one simple secret for becoming a moderator: drink the blood of a moderator. Seeing as their Fortress of Doom suburban basemant is nigh impregnable, I recommend obtaining a sample during one of their monthly walks.

What's it taste like? I always thought Nuka-Cola would taste like http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moxie.


Rules me out since none of the mods are local and airfare's expensive.

That sort of defeatist attitude will get you nowhere! If you show initiative, the Great Lord Grandstaff will feed you extra after your...initiation.

Explains why summer has been a mod for so long then, no one is brave enough to trek across Alaska. I dread to think how one would become an admin though

Mods do get free beth games that is good. The first post on this page I missed it at first. That would make it worth it for me. First thing id do as a mod is ban about half a dozen people who have dissagreed with my post and if you have a name or avatar I dont like bye bye. Id make a great mod.

I imagine it involves a visit to Crasius Curio.

I don't know. It's unopened.

I've heard it's pretty bad though.

As Yasgur (an ex-Mod) stated, they did get the current titles (even the less interesting ones).

As is Moxie.

I don't think anyone should become a mod just for the free stuff. They probably wouldn't be a very good mod anyway.

The force banhammer must be strong in you.

I'd love to try one.

It might give them incentive to do better, there is nothing wrong with wanting to be rewarded for your service. Come on I dont think its any ones goal in life to be a mod, if it happens they just go with it. I wonder if any one has turned down the offer?

great. now the only questions are how long to make it, how liberal i can be with my interpretation, weather my character will be he or she, and where will i post the end result.

alright then, best get to work on it. after college that is. *has class in 5 minutes* (literally 5 minutes)

It happens. Often they just don't feel they have enough time to spare.


Speaking of which, aren't you going to fix that?

I figured as much, ive seen mods up really early hours going that extra mile, I sense some dedication. Other times ive been up very early morning with no mods around with the forums going haywire it can be funny and entertaining but in the end inappropriate I suppose.

We do quite enjoy the free stuff and occasionally being mentioned in the credits of a game. But you are right and I don't think anyone has become a mod just for the freebie token of thanks that we get.

Most of us enjoy the place. We spend a lot of time here and we enjoy how this forum is run. We all enjoy at least some of the games and we are gamers first and thus enjoy talking about the games we enjoy. Here we can do that and while we are at it we can assist in keeping the forum a friendly place. I have loved this place for a very long time now. I enjoy the members and the ambiance which I find to be nicer, more friendly than most gaming forums. I enjoy being part of keeping it free of trolls, flames and trouble makers so it will continue to be a place which seems hold onto members who are able to post in a more mature manner than most gaming forums.

That said, we moderators couldn't do it without members who feel the same and assist us by reporting problems and by posting in a mature manner....what's not to love?

Yeah, you really got to love the place. Being a mod svcks up so much free time. It shows most in people right after they become mods as their non-mod-related posting quickly plummets since their time on here is taken up so much by being a mod.

I think that's the only reason the mods let these threads stay open, because it's an excuse to mingle with the normies

That still involves being helpful though, which I find to be morally unsound. I just want free stuff for being a useless great dollop.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5yGeroywBuo. Whether providing discussion, suggestions for games, entertaining content, or opportunities for the mods to swing their (Captain) banhammer so they don't get rusty.

I remember back when I was helpful. Now I just lurk and occasionally moderate in my mind.

Two copies of Rogue Warrior, one disk and one copy on Steam!

Most of us are stuck on #5.

One of the devs tried his and said it tasted like cheap cola. Of course that was when they arrived, I doubt the aging process has been kind to it.

There are no mods in the Philly area but a few hours of driving and you'll bump into several of us. In fact Bethesda itself is only a few hours away.

If it's any consolation you're near the top of our "useless great dollop" list.

I love the mods here. I've been apart of several other forums, and eventually I just stop using them because of how awful they are run. This place is rather strict, but it works really well

ok, it's done. it's three short chapters

Part 1. Quickly and effectively.

Editor note: This story is excerpts from an old document discovered in the back allies of an American downtown. The document tells the story of an unnamed forum user. About ninety-nine percent of the document did survived the wear and tear. These are the surviving pieces. Also, because the person’s screen name on the document is illegible--it appears as if someone deliberately made sure that it was illegible all the way through the whole document--the narration will continue with insertion of “[illegible]” or “forumer” wherever the screen name is mentioned or there are references to the screen name.

And with that long and helpful post forum user with the screen name [illegible] logged off for the day. The forum was a better place because of people like him. He answered questions quickly and to the best of his ability, usually going out of the way to get the information that he did not have. He was tired from hours of posting and searching: being quick and efficient with answers was toll-taking sometimes. But he was happy that he was able to help someone today. He knew well the games that people played and he knew the answers to the most commonly asked questions. Or least where to find those answers on short notice, if needs be. Sometimes people would also contact him for advice on not just playing the game but also about general things.

[illegible] has been on the forum for couple of years now and made some friends. Which had a nice bonus: he turned eighteen last year and much to his surprise, his inbox was flooded with messages of congratulations, good wishing and many thanks.

He shut down his computer and went to buy some groceries. The store was only a few block away, so he decided to walk instead of taking the car and wasting petroleum or paying for the bus pass. A good walk was beneficial for him; he could get some fresh air and have some time to make sense of things on his mind. Although the day was coming to a close--it was about three in the afternoon--the city was still lively and buzzing with commotion. The sun was still out and a gentle breeze of the wind played with his hair. People walked by, greeting him. He greeted them, sometimes out of courtesy and sometimes just by the virtue of the habit.

Despite things going so well today, and in general, something was still bothering him. Lately he has been having an eerie suspicion that someone or something was watching him. Not the tin foil hat kind of thing, he wasn’t one of those people. But he’d still get an odd feeling of being watched. He would shake it off as his imagination. But it kept happening and now he was a bit uneasy about it.

About a block before the grocery store, he’d have to make a right turn. Today, the feeling of being watched was weak, and he only felt it once. When he did turn the corner, however, it met him, literally.

First, there were sounds of screeching tires. Then a black van emerged from between two houses on the right and came to a stop across the sidewalk just ahead of [illegible], cutting off his path. One of the white letters on the driver’s side of the van seemed to just disappear, something shining moved swiftly inside the van, something whistled through the air barely audible and barely visible and a burning sensation jolted through him. He suddenly became weak and disoriented. Feeling a sting on his right side of the chest, he looked at it and noticed a small dart. Van door flew wide open, two large men in uniform grabbed the disoriented and wobbling young man from behind and dragged the forumer quickly into the van. Sound of the screeching tires filled the air again and the van backed up into the same alley it came from.

All this took only a few seconds. No one had any time to react or make sense of what was happening. Confused onlookers and chance passerby exchanged confused looks and went on about their business.