z

Young Writers Society


When a group moderator leaves YWS...



User avatar
111 Reviews



Gender: Female
Points: 4300
Reviews: 111
Mon Aug 23, 2010 6:57 am
Ruth says...



...what happens to the group?
"Ruth.
She's alive because she is not dead,
and junk."
~JoJo
  





User avatar
39 Reviews



Gender: Other
Points: 4759
Reviews: 39
Mon Aug 23, 2010 7:14 am
View Likes
Bloo says...



I left a group I was the moderator of....now Big Brother is in charge of it.
That User Who Changed Their Name A Dozen Times And So No One Ever Knew Who They Were Half the Time and When They Did Only Used Bolt.

The tragic tale of losing all #Brand for nothing in return.

The Take Away Is You Probably Know Me As Bolt
  





User avatar
3821 Reviews

Supporter


Gender: Female
Points: 3891
Reviews: 3821
Mon Aug 23, 2010 7:42 am
Snoink says...



Generally, the group dies a miserable death. Or a new group leader stands up. Usually the former.
Ubi caritas est vera, Deus ibi est.

"The mark of your ignorance is the depth of your belief in injustice and tragedy. What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the Master calls the butterfly." ~ Richard Bach

Moth and Myth <- My comic! :D
  





User avatar
336 Reviews



Gender: Female
Points: 805
Reviews: 336
Mon Aug 23, 2010 9:15 am
View Likes
Jas says...



Wait...who's Big Brother? Is that a member or a robot?
I am nothing
but a mouthful of 'sorry's, half-hearted
apologies that roll of my tongue, smoothquick, like 'r's
or maybe like pocket candy
that's just a bit too sweet.

~*~
  





User avatar
1272 Reviews



Gender: Other
Points: 89625
Reviews: 1272
Mon Aug 23, 2010 12:38 pm
Rosendorn says...



Jas- Big Brother is the name of the global mod group. Ie- Those in dark green. We have a member named this, but it's really just to personify the group. If you hear "Big Brother" then it means the mod squad.
A writer is a world trapped in a person— Victor Hugo

Ink is blood. Paper is bandages. The wounded press books to their heart to know they're not alone.
  








If a dog will not come to you after having looked you in the face, you should go home and examine your conscience.
— Woodrow Wilson