I don't pretend to know Tybalt, and have only received one two mails
from him (he seemed like your average moderator, not much different than
the RAAC fellows).  However, this, in my opinion, had to be written.  It
was an idea I came up with, and was encouraged by a friend of mine.  So,
here we go...

PM Productions Presents
A Phillip Masters Humorfic
The Hand of the Overlord

     Take the benevolence of Belldandy and mix with the personality of
Ayanami Rei, and I give you Tybalt, the FFML Moderator...

     All was reletively peacefull in the ever altering ship so cleverly
named the FFML.  Those on board the easy going vessel let creativity
flow ceaselessly, though this caused a horrifying overflow of
reprocessed meat.  All right, so they had their own grinding and canning
facility all set up and running smoothly.
     The onboard AI, fanfic.com, was unhappy.  It tried to deal with
those on board, only all to willing to please.  Yet, it was straining,
yearning for a break.
     The God of this worldly craft, who took the shape of an albino
lupin, looked upon His creation with distress.  Something had to be
done, for the people had veered away from his teachings and chosen their
own path.  One that would surely lead to darkness.
     So, the God reached outward, until He came upon a force.  It felt
the worth in this being, the absolute power inherent in its nature.  He
saw great potential, so grasped what He had found.
     He pulled back an average mortal.  That mortal simply shared the
same ideals that the God did, so He bestowed upon the mortal God-like
powers.  He then told unto the new God, named Tybalt, that He wished His
creation be monitored and cared for.
     The new God saw His obligation and went to work with vigor.  Soon,
under His steady hand, the FFML was once more a list that had great
taste while being less filling.
     The new Overlord was frowned upon by some, but worshipped by yet
others.  However, they dare not raise the wrath of the Great One, lest
they be smote with a keystroke.  
     Finally, the Overlord decided to take a rest.  He announced and
went on vacation.
     There was much rejoicing.
     There was an instant uprising upon the leaky boat.  Civil War broke
out.  People were flamed, arguments raged back and forth.  Most of all,
the spam spread like mildew.  Without Tylex to control it, it raged on
like wildfire.  There was little end in sight.
     Some tried to stop the holy war.  They spoke out against spamming,
making their voices heard.  Even in the deepest of holds, the wise words
were considered.
     Unfortunately, they were also ignored.  Or raged against all the
more.  Many gave up, many more went into hiding with some of the older
vets.  It was a dark time for the shaky, yet monumental vessel that is
the FFML.
     However, soon, the Overlord will return.  He will right what has
gone wrong.  He shall lower his hand onto the deck and flick those who
spout mindlessly overboard.  It will be a bright time again.  Those who
held out during the most soul-tearing times with a smile shall be
remembered.  While those who ran shall be forgiven.  
     So it is writ....
END
Hmph.  Well, that was fun.  Take it like you will.  I would appreciate a
note stating that you have read this (and, of course, any thoughts on it
as well).  
PMasters (Head Priest of the Church of Tybalt, KIDDING!!!! ^_^) 

"I'm only holding back the rain.  So many raindrops, so many pains.  I
want to find my train someday.  As seasons go past the station." - Tokyo
Babylon OVA 1
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