I know we should be celebrating your tenure with us and congratulating you on your move onto new projects, but this is the U.S. market so I’m going to cash in on some of the entitlement that comes with the territory and make it about us losing our Community Manager.
You are the exemplary Goldilock mix of fun and stern. One never quite know if we’re getting more FREE ROPE to make a bigger macrame owl with or being called into the Principal’s office, which for some unknown reason that has nothing to do with a guilty conscience, is my immediate thought when I log in here and see a glowing envelope saying I have a new message from you. You let us have our fun while keeping us on our toes. I also bow to your boss-level ability to wield a rapier wit. As someone foolish enough to go verbal jousting with you on occasion, I have been on the receiving end of a few comebackers that were so good that I have voluntarily laid down my arms in surrender to observe the mastery of my own demise.
As the resident purveyor of shenanigans, the news of a new
warden Community Manager is such sad news. Will our new Community Manager even know about the (missing) Magic Accomplish Button? Will they bring in the white padded walls? See, you are already seeding doubts into my mastermind plans because apparently, the best plot I can think of right now is
to have a philologist kidnap you and whoever leaves the kidnapping to a philologist??? Something tells me you cannot be contained by mere proficiency of literature and language. At least we have
one last epic heist to end the party with.
Thank you for your time serving us. Thank you for building such a wonderful and vibrant community. Thank you for all the shenanigans and letting us eat it too. I mourn.