What do you assign to Mordor?

[Kath]

Apologies in advance to any parents this will no doubt offend but . . .

. . . I assign the banning of the internet, especially when I need to vote on TiG! My parents know about this and yet still I wasn't allowed on for the two minutes it would have taken to write a post and submit it. Yes, yes I know I did vote yesterday, but you know how I did that? I phoned up my friend who was allowed on the computer and dictated it to her!

But my real complaint actually is that the point of being banned was so that I wouldn't be tying up the phone lines with the internet, and yet I'm allowed to be on the phone for two hours?

So actually I think I'm assigning whatever you would call that piece of logic.

[Orominuialwen]

This has been mentioned before, but I'll do it again.

I assign allergies to Mordor. Especially when you used to only be allergic to things like red salad dressing and antibacterial soap that are fairly easy to stay away from, then suddenly develop a pollen allergy that's it's impossible to avoid, and then are completely miserable. Plus, allergies feel as bad as being sick, but you're not allowed to stay home from school because of them. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...

[Oddwen]

Allergies and excess mucous have been sent to Mordor, but there is one thing I would like to see sent with them:

Hankerchiefs.

Not nice clean ones, those are a very good thing, but the used ones. The ones that you seem to soak repeatedly. The ones you struggle to find a dry spot on.

Along with used hankerchiefs goes the feeling of a wet used hankerchief when you have to stick it back in your pocket. Cold and clammy...or worse, warm and clammy.

Or if you happen to use tissues, the piles and piles of wet tissued piled around the chair where you happen to be seated.

I would also like to send dog bites to Mordor. And the dog that gives them. (Stupid Sheila...)

[the guy who be short]

People who just don't understand introverts. We like being by ourselves sometimes.

Especially extroverts who try to make conversation when you are clearly not in the mood. The expression on my face clearly shows I've had a hard day at 6th Form. I can't be bothered to make conversation about trivial matters with you. Go away.

Also, being introverted and shy when you're around people you know you'll get on excellent with, once you get to know them.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

I must say it... really, I have no choice.

SAVEs. They must go to Mordor.

The burst of excitement upon seeing that one of your fellow writers has posted on a game thread is so much fun that when you quickly click the link... the revelation that there is no continuation but rather a promise that there soon will be... is just plain depressing.

[Estelyn Telcontar]

Originally Posted by Feanor of the Peredhil

SAVEs. They must go to Mordor.

I quite agree, especially when they're the kind that are posted on the Entish Bow RPG - they last forever!

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

I quite agree, especially when they're the kind that are posted on the Entish Bow RPG - they last forever!

I've noticed.

Oh, and I would like to send people who pronounce ramen noodles as ray-men noodles to Mordor. For heaven's sake, it's ramen.... that's rah-min. And with them, can go all of the pop drinkers. We drink soda in these here parts.

[Nuranar]

And with them, can go all of the pop drinkers. We drink soda in these here parts.

I say all y'all better git goin' there quick. Y'all should know there ain't no such thang as soda or pop! It's all just coke. Yuh wanna coke? We got Dr Pepper, Sprite, Root Beer, Big Red...

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Coke is Coke, and in itself can be sent to Mordor. Pepsi's better.

*pulls out can of Dr. Pepper*

[the guy who be short]

Not having enough time to respond to PMs, or create PMs you want to send.

In fact, the entire time-consuming nature of 6th Form goes to Mordor.