It's also down to the quality of the posts. If you can't spell, for instance, you'll still be at level 0 after 1000 posts. If you have the wrong political preferences you won't go up either, just like if your analyses of things are illogical and one-dimensional. This is God's way to prevent spam. Interestingly, this whole post is spam. Spammity spammity! Welliwell! Take me to Madre! Saaaave the blind tiger! Woof! Woof! Somebody enforce this, please. I can't help it. Ich will nicht! Ich muss! Ich will nicht! Ich muss! Only when I spam do I feel like I'm in my essence. Oh, oh mighty Puff, the Magic Green Dragon, please just put me out of my misery here! Frrew... Fzaaa!.
*SYNTAX ERROR*
Could not read file spam.exe
Corruption has occurred
Terminate object
Schmarth- Death
I turned into a cat again. P-please, the other bottle... In the drawer... upstairs...
And so ended the sad post by the misunderstood non-genius, and he lived happily ever after.
Happy Schmappy. End communication. The words! THE WORDS! The voices... G'aaah! Help me! I'm stuck in twirl-mode. I can't but twirl. So sue me! I said sue me! I didn't ask to post this. I mean, if you're still reading it means you're WHACK. I said s-u-e me. Before you slip into unconsciousness... The crystal ship... No... No... No. Noooooooooooooooooooooo. I need to un-cat me. Get me the bloody bottle already!
I turned into a smiley. I am inside my computer. I can't get out. If anyone reads this, please don't switch the computer off! If you do that I will die and look like this: And we don't want that do we? I thought so. G-g--g--g--g-gibberish-ish. Cleanse me from my affliction! Purge the illness within the scales of my mind! Flay my soul and hang my emotions like guts on a string!
I am a whatchamacallit pointy characterish on a quest for the cool pizza lying on my living room table. It is half a pizza. The other half was my breakfast. I was hung over. I'm soon going to start drinking again. I'm not an alcoholic. I'm just a young man in my best years enjoying the weekend. The pizza is a tantrum. Or rather, it is there to replace the tantrum. It is a substitute. It is a surrogate. As I eat the pizza the tantrum goes away. Goes asway. I am the pizza in many ways.
KA-KA-FZOOM!
That was a bazooka noise.