So I did what I had to, I dragged the filthy roleplayer by its tail, then. Beat them without mercy only using a pie and a rubberband. I then laid on top op them, licking their ear. I poked them in the eye with my pinkie and began peeing in a glass, to feed the poor child.
And I shouted, "MAKE PIMD GRRREATT AGAIN" in his ear busting his ear drum! Then I left and rallied the people of PIMD.
And we forced the Devs to fire the current Moderators and make us the Sheriffs of PIMD. Then we banned EVERY last person asking for roleplay or telling their age in Campus or telling everyone their carnal preferences. Then we, the Cincinnati we are, surrendered our powers back to the Devs and the Players.
But alas, the feast was not to be. For you see, invaders had been training for this very moment. They stood at the edge of the border, watching the slaughter unfold as they bid their time well, just waiting for the sun to set as one rogue assassin smirked. His dirty blonde hair covered it mud as a few drops slid down his bruised cheek, falling from his chin onto the yellow brick road. He had been crawling through trenches all night just to be able to step foot on the kingdom's land to take his revenge. His hand had many cuts on it from barbed wires. All he had to do was turn his hand over and it would be engulfed in blackish red flame, which he could use to wipe out everything that stood before him...