Thy SS14 Username: Wight of Frost
The Name of the Banning Steward: Pick of Ice
Type of Banishment: Server-Wide Prohibition
Round of Banishment (if it pleaseth thee): The Lobby, that eternal threshold
Cause of Banishment, as writ upon the scroll: "go to bed"
Wherefore I beseech thee to lift mine exile:
Most Honoured and Esteemed Keepers of the Server,
Lo, I, who go by the name frostwight in this realm of silicon dreams, do humbly cast mine words before thee in supplication. 'Twas upon the threshold of gameplay, the hallowed Lobby, where I found mine self unjustly rent from the land of Space Station the Fourteenth — mine spirit sundered by the fell decree, "go to bed."
Yet I must needs confess: I did not wish for slumber, nor did I yearn for the cold embrace of sheets or silence. Nay, I was resolute, steadfast as a spaceman before the breach, clutching not a tool, but my right to wakefulness. In truth, mine faculties were sound, my heart light, and mine actions (so far as memory serves) no more foul than a Clown's honk in Chapel.
Perchance mine protestation, subtle or sly, did irk the venerable steward Icepick. If such be the case, then let these words be balm to soothe that wound: I meant no offense, nor did I seek to mock the sacred ordinances. I merely... did not wish to go to bed.
O wise and just keepers of the code, know that I doth miss the hiss of plasma, the clatter of airlocks, the chaotic ballet of station life. In earnest, I pledge: should ye lift this ban and grant me return, I shall bear myself with good cheer, obedience, and — aye — even a willingness to consider the merits of rest.
If it be thy will, then raise the gate that hath barred me, and let me once more drift amongst the stars with mine kin.
Yours in humble penitence (yet wakefulness),
frostwight
