I have prepared myself physically, mentally, and emotionally for the last 5 years for this moment. After posting here for a while, I realized recently my posts have been lacking in both substance and style. "Zest", if you will. When I first became a member of the site of I-Mockery, I hoped for the best, but prepared for the worst. In my personal renissance of post-crafting, each one of my posts were carefully created and analyzed for completeness, effectiveness, and the quality of ad-hominem attacks on my fellow "mockers" (as you call them) who thought they didn't derserve it but acutally did.
Here's an example of a post at the height of my glory:
http://www.i-mockery.net/viewtopic.php?t=18414&start=0
Notice how I manage to mock a pop culture icon (Lance Armstrong), a fellow mocker(Guitar Woman), and the people of another country(England). Also take note of how I imitate a typical God-loving American along with effective usage of the NBC logo smiley. God looked upon this, and smiled.
Now, compare that to the post of a fallen savior:
http://www.i-mockery.net/viewtopic.php?t=18960
In this post, I fail to accomplish any of the listed items above, unless you count making a complete idiot out of myself. I may have accomplished something with the "rave" smiley, but the lack of feedback gave me an ominous feeling that it did not intensify the typical I-Mockery expercience that I used to create in such glory. Drunk on power after Esuohlim made the "Marc Summers fan club" post and EverythingWillSuck's bid for Vice-President, I posted this utter piece of shit. While the picture itself may be worth a few guffaws (or not) I left no opportunity for fellow mockers to follow up, thus leaving my topic with an abysmal 0(zero) repies. With such a distasteful and repulsive post, I have thwarted any plans to build my own following, no, my own
religion of Marc Summers fans. I also believe I have lost my partner in crime, my right-hand man, my caballero numero dos, EverythingWillSuck.
I beleive this free-form poem about my experience here at I-Mockery best expresses my personal feelings on this matter.
I have climbed the highest mountains,
I have swam the deepest oceans,
I have ridden the largest elephants,
And fought the most formidable foes.
O how the mighty has fallen,
In these darkest of dark-filled days,
I was once a skilled artisan of posting,
Now reduced to a low level Malaysian assembly-line worker.
I must direct you to read the name of this topic once again before you start giving this ex-titan of posting some much needed help to regain his throne at I-Mockery.
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