TPT Government (Serious proposal)
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I understand that there have been complaints about the number of moderators - specifically, there are not enough to spot all the minor infractions, copies, trolling and other irritations that go on a lot but aren't enough to merit notice. These small problems don't seem like a big problem at first, but when you look at the big picture - at just how much spamming, trolling, copying, and hating is going on - it suddenly seems a lot worse. Many people, some who have been on The Powder Toy for 4 or more years and who have dedicated hundreds of hours of time to us, are leaving just because of it. I myself, having once dedicated most of my energy to The Powder Toy and its Lua offshoot, have taken big breaks from it to wait for it to die down...but it just keeps getting worse.
I also know of many people who wish to be a moderator because of how much they could actually accomplish in a position of power, but can't because of how restricted that position is. Any community, especially one as vulnerable and in need of an authority as ours, should have a good support and moderation system, but right now, all we have is a group of 10 or so very busy people without enough time on their hands to watch over us. We are like a government with just a Congress and Supreme Court, and no law enforcement or small courts.
My proposal: There be something along the lines of a 'police force' that could be considerably larger than just the moderators, whose job it would be to look after the little things that the moderators are too busy to deal with. They would not have ultimate power like moderators do, but they would be able to give small penalties, and report people to a moderator for a suggested larger punishment. It wouldn't be a free-for-all: they wouldn't be exempt from rules like the moderators, and they themselves could be banned as easily as anyone else.
Technical Details: (Well, just suggested)
--Capable of banning up to 2 days
--Names listed in gray in the comment stream
--Capable of reporting either users or saves to a moderator
--Capable of viewing reports*
--Capable of viewing votes/vote source on saves*
I'm not sure whether the ones marked with a * are a idea; those should be up to the current moderators.
I know this could be hard to program into TPT, but I still think the results would definitely be worth it.
I Love Big BrotherEdited 3 times by triclops200. Last: 16th Sep 2013 -
Actually, I trust them quite a bit. It's their job to help.
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Plebian power grabs will not be tolerated. I have warned Triclops and Jacob of your infraction, you are being monitored for further outbursts.
Heil Moderators!
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...I'm actually serious...and I was told it was actually a good idea!
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“Do you remember,” he went on, “writing in your diary, ‘Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four’?”
“Yes,” said FenymanLogomaker.
MiningMarsh held up his left hand, its back toward FeynmanLogomaker, with the thumb hidden and the four fingers extended. “How many fingers am I holding up, FeynmanLogomaker?”
“Four.”
“And if the Moderators says that it is not four but five—then how many?”
“Four.”
The word ended in a gasp of pain. The needle of the dial had shot up to fifty-five. The sweat had sprung out an over FeynmanLogomaker’s body. The air tore into his lungs and issued again in deep groans which even by clenching his teeth he could not stop. MiningMarsh watched him, the four fingers still extended. He drew back the lever. This time the pain was only slightly eased.
“How many fingers, FeynmanLogomaker?”
“Four.”
The needle went up to sixty. “How many fingers, FeynmanLogomaker?”...
“Five! Five! Fivel”
“No, FeynmanLogomaker, that is no use. You are lying. You still think there are four. How many fingers, please?”
“Four! Five! Four! Anything you like. Only stop it, stop the pain!”
Edited 3 times by MiningMarsh, triclops200. Last: 16th Sep 2013 -
At which point a sub-moterator who saw reported the incident to cracker64 for hating/trolling, and you were banned permanently.
You should become an author, by the way.
Edited once by FeynmanLogomaker. Last: 16th Sep 2013 -
Abruptly he was sitting up with MiningMarsh’s arm round his shoulders. He had perhaps lost consciousness for a few seconds.... He felt very cold, he was shaking uncontrollably.... For a moment he clung to MiningMarsh like a baby, curiously comforted by the heavy arm round his shoulders. He had the feeling that MiningMarsh was his protector, that the pain was something that came from outside, from some other source, and that it was MiningMarsh who would save him from it.
“You are a slow learner, FeynmanLogomaker,” said MiningMarsh gently.
“How can I help it?” he blubbered. “How can I help seeing what is in front of my eyes? Two and two are
four.”“Sometimes, FeynmanLogomaker. Sometimes they are five. Sometimes they are three. Sometimes they are all of them at once. You must try harder. It is not easy to become sane.”
He laid FeynmanLogomaker down on the bed.... MiningMarsh motioned with his head to the man in the white coat....
The pain flowed into FeynmanLogomaker’s body. The needle must be at seventy, seventy-five. He had shut his eyes this time. He knew that the fingers were still there, and still four. All that mattered was somehow to stay alive until the spasm was over....
“How many fingers, FeynmanLogomaker?”
“Four. I suppose there are four.... I am trying to see five.”
“Which do you wish: to persuade me that you see five, or really to see them?”
“Really to see them.”
“...How many fingers am I holding up, FeynmanLogomaker?”
“I don’t know....Four, five, six—in all honesty I don’t know.”
“Better,” said MiningMarsh.
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...I no longer follow this...
