Young Writers Society

I, manisha, ban you, crescent, for not one but numerous reasons all of which are valid in the Fake Court of YWS.

1. I see you have not utilized the term formication. That alone should ban you right away. You not using the word makes it impossible for me to get rid of the mulligrubs from my brain especially when I am trying to enjoy the petrichor. I do not want to be a pochemuchka but tell me, why did you not use the word?

2. I ban you for I find you to be a Weltschmerz. Because your constant expressions of pessimism has made me a equal pessimist. Hence, I find myself becoming anti- micawberish and a certain clinomania.

3. I ban you for your username -crescent- for it sends dirls over my body. To know that crescent like things are wandering around the world! Oh, the every thought chills my bones. If you want to argue against this point saying it makes no sense be prepared to find me being completely induratised to your pleas, if any.

4. I ban you for banning Inkpot. Your words come across as plain adoxography. The only one allowed to ban here is I, member of the Fake Court of YWS. Do not incalescent me further on this particular subject.

5. You know what I'm going to ban you for, don't you? Oh, don't be such a gobemouche and try whelveing the truth. I find it very noisome. Please forgive me if I come across as highly bumptious. It is in my nature and allso you aren't my kith.
Now, as to why you are banned. Oh, talking about this gives me frissons!
It is because *drum rolls* I find you trespassing this topic which happens to be my growlery. You see I'm a athazagoraphobia hence this topic is my refuge when I'm depressed because of my fear. Maybe all I really need is a warm cwtch. Hence I ask, even though this is a cadge, to give me a hug.

6. Just because I requested a hug doesn't make you less banned. Inspite of your kalon and you luxuriously dressed in a herigaut, I still find you eldritch. You are an crescent like thing after all. Do you find my reasons fissilingual? That will only make you a piggesnye.

7. We come to the end of the list banning you. Though you are eldritch I find you quite gemutlich. From your expressions I think you can hear the brontide and the psithurism around us. Do not be surprised. It is because I have transported you to the YWS forest where is where all the banned go. At the time of brillig you will be escorted out of YWS. Do not be scared of the crepuscular like lighting. It is just the canopy of the trees.
Now don't be a pain and try to glom your right back into YWS. Then I would have to ban you again.I will have to refer to Writing Gooder all over again and that is rather tiresome. Now be banned on lickety-split. Waste no time!I still need to go get my grandmum teeth as she is edentulous.

I banish you with all the power of my birthright, to the depths of Hell! (AKA France)
Thou hast irritated me with your mumbling and wittering on puny subjects, and I cast you out from my kingdom for your heinous crimes.
I rest my case m'laud.

Sacrebleu! Je vous interdire parce que étant telle un bigot insolent contre la beauté et l'émerveillement de mon royaume merveilleux, France, est socialement inacceptable ici. Avez-vous rien appris de l'histoire? Tu ne vois pas maintenant ce qui va arriver? Nous marcherons contre vous, avec des armes, mais surtout de belles voix de chant. Ce sera une revolution! Et, nous allons chanter! Nous allons chanter les chansons des hommes en colère. Et, ce qui est pire, Nous mangerons notre beau pain et du fromage, juste en face de votre visage. pour votre manque de respect, vous ne pouvez plus vous référer à vos pommes de terre frites désagréables comme des frites "en français". Si je n'étais pas derrière l'écran d'un ordinateur, monsieur, je voudrais supprimer le manque de respect de votre visage, avec une claque de gant de mon homme. Bonne journée à vous.


Translation for those less prone to fits of French:
Sacrebleu! I ban you because such insolence and bigotry against the beuty and wonder of my heavenly kingdom, France, is socially unacceptable here. Have you not learned anything from history. Do you not see what will happen now? We will march against you with weapons, mostly our beautiful singing voices. And, will we sing. We will sing the songs of angry men! It will be a revolution! And, what is worse, you may no longer call your nasty fried potato sticks "French" fries. If I were not behind the screen of a computer, sir, I would remove the disrespect from your face, with a slap from my gentleman's glove. Good day to you.

or, something along those lines.

I ban you because the French always surrender.

Spotwood.

I ban you Spotwood for sporting Olaf! He is mine. It looks quite erinaceous as your avatar, don't you think? Maybe something chinoiserie could be of your style? I ban you and order you to be a nelipot from this day!

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manisha,
High Member,
The Fake Court of YWS.

I have a Sunday present for you. It's called 'banned'. c:

I know, I didn't use the bonus words but ehhhh

I think Alpha should be banned for not getting to know me. Just think, you could have had a life-long friend, and then some!!! ( )

Thou art banned for thy paltry mannerisms.

Thou thinkst' thou art so clever with thy snark and attitude.
Why, a mere commercial-writer could regurgitate a more memorable one-liner.

Good insults require grace, imagination, intellectual competence, and gall.
Thou only posess'd gall.

Thou dost insult the fine art of insultation, stain the repute of this most honourable, noble and revered fruitful practice with thy feeble and impish attempt, crafted from the rotted and fertile manure of the worms that reside in the surreal wasteland of thy cranium.

Thou art a blunt, utter cream-faced braggart knavish hobby-horse, and to conclude, one who deservest a worse sentence than exile, and should consider it merciful that you recieved no worse.





Good day to you, sir.

WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE:

AnnieBauthor fer recitin' Shakespeare inside a saloon and startin' a gunfight with the sheriff. Banned from ever returnin' to these here parts. Should she be spotted 'round here, the reward fer turnin' her in to Sheriff Deanie is

$100,000

Er... I hope me as the Sheriff doesn't pay that reward otherwise I'll be broke by tomorrow!

Deanie is banned for being a pochemuchka and hoping nobody cadges her for the reward. Otherwise she may have to applepick to obtain the funds for this reward lickety-split. Perhaps she should not have offered this so fissilingually. What a piggesnye!

I ban niteowl for having the most adorable avatar. It was very disruptive to me when trying to write this, because I continuously wanted to stare at it. It is obviously an owl, but it is still slightly erinaceous and chinoiserie. As an owl, it is obviously edentulous . This makes me wonder if these things also apply to it's wearer? It that where true then it would surely increase my feeling of weltschmerz.
I'm sorry, I am beginning to feel rather fissilingual about my true nature. Usually under such a circumstance I would have whelved all comments like this one. But this event has required me to ban you for something. I hope that this has been gemutlich. I've done my best to speak as blandiloquencely as possible.

Now you must excuse me. I must go an play some hemidemisemiquaver on my flute. With any luck I will achieve a rather brontide sound.

(I used the WofWs numbers 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 9, 13, 14, and 16)

I hereby ban, ongoeslife, for having the cutest kittens ever in their profile picture. I strongly despise that warm, fuzzy feeling that is in my stomach at this particular moment. So, therefore, you are banned for being so inspiring and positive. And those kittens... oh, those kittens, are the end of you. Good Riddance!

The formication which tingles within my fingers expounds upon the keys of my computer the eldritch essence of the dissolution of thy continuation and participation of sesquipedalian proceedings amongst your kith and kin upon the digital terra firma referenced or otherwise alluded to as the Young Writers Society; prohibited, I say, for the propagation of thy micawberish visage and outlook, which are the antithesis and dirl of all conceptions pertaining to Weltschmerz, mulligrubs, and agelasts, which seek to whelve the buoyancy of all hypergelastic mentalities deep within the doldrums of the edentulous abyss, and must therefore entertain the blandiloquence and wheedling of the fissilingual Pollyannas as the idealists seek to safeguard their gemutlich lifestyle--speech maintained at a rate resembling a hemidemisemiquaver per syllable, an erinaceous feat that scatters all frissons with its noisome and bumptious cacophony. The promulgation of thy sanguine exuberance, which gloms all growleries of cynicism within the confines of this virtual domain, compels me to blazon forthrightly, lest my meaning develop athazagoraphobia, that for crimes against the ultramarine banner, which represents the lifeblood of the brainchild of this society's founder and the incarnation of all permutations of kalon, that thy personage must be escorted by a host of toxophilites unto the blacksmith's ball-peen banhammer, forever exiled from the society, actions which perhaps would bequeath upon humanity a bewildered pochemuchka that not even centuplicated cwtches can comfort.

I bad you, ongoeslife, for the simple fact that I want to be in this competition.