Flame Out
Once
upon a time an Avatar’s path was blocked by a Flame War. A Troll hurled a
fireball title-lined “Girls Have Cooties”; its foe, a Scold, threw back a
fireball title-lined “Gamers are Gross”. The Basement Dweller hurled “I Wish
You Were Dead”; the Moral Entrepreneur threw back “You’re Dead Already”.
The Avatar said, “Get a
room, you two! Unbar my way, for I am on a Quest. Behold!” The Avatar gestured,
and a vision appeared.
The Scold sneered, “What
is that tawdry hovel?”
“It is the Palace of
Scandal.”
The Troll grunted, “What’s
up?”
“Within that Palace, a
Maker is kissing a Messenger, in exchange for plaudits!” The Scold gasped, the
Troll snickered, and the Avatar contined, “Yes, isn’t it delicious? I am on a Quest for Citation.”
“Bo-ring,” the Troll
lied.
“Irrelevant,” the Scold
snipped.
The Troll said, “Our fight is much more interesting.”
The Scold added, “And original!”
The two started throwing
fireballs again; so the Avatar pressed a ban hammer, and both Troll and Scold
were ejected from Cyberspace.
The Avatar said, “It’s
good to be a moderator,” and proceeded on the path towards the Palace of
Scandal.
Moral: The enemy of my
enemy is not my friend.
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