Well well, and I bet you thougth you were rid of me.

[Vladimir Scorpius]

It would seem that my path in life has once again led me to this forum. Before reminding you of who I am though, I give you this promise, I shant act like such an idiot again.

That said, Greetings from Mi6. I am Vladimir Scorpius, future world dictator, evil mad scientist genius, 00 agent, and inventor of the T07RPSAS supergun.

 

[Mewtwo]

Oh yeah... I remember you! Welcome back!

 

[Vladimir Scorpius]

I saw something about a forum crash, would someone kindly explain what happened!

And thank You.

 

[Kai Lucifer]

The forum crashed, resulting in a loss of everything. Not much else to explain, really.

Anyways, welcome back. Whoever you are.

 

[Bombsii]

Welcome back to the forums, I'm Darkarmour, the nintenfanboy who gets very annoying.

I don't remember you though... sorry.

 

[Vladimir Scorpius]

That sounds like a terribly unpleasant experience.

and thank you both.

 

[Blastoise Fortooate]

So it was, so it was.

We had to flee from the collapsing forum and his in the guestbook forever and a day...

Welcome and such.

 

[Vladimir Scorpius]

Thank you.
Chatting on a guestbook, not fun.

 

[Cloaked]

I wouldn't know; I wasn't here then.

Welcome to the forums, whoever-you-are. I keep expecting someone to mention tea and cod, but I suspect that that is too much of a cliche to trot out anymore. Or people got tired of what I can only surmise was a copy/paste greeting.

So, you're an oldbie... Idiot? That's a rather unflattering way to refer to yourself. Good luck this time around.

 

[Vladimir Scorpius]

I tried to engage in debates. Unfortunately, I was neither good at them, nor good at acknowledging that fact. Consequently, I ended up looking like an idiot.

Thank you though.

 

[J.T.]

you can't be an idiot

if you were i would have remembered you as one

Anyway, welcome back. At least you get to start with a clean slate.

 

[Dewgong]

Hello.

 

[Cloaked]

Ah. Debates are tricky that way. It's sometimes hard to believe that you're bad at something, even while people around you are tearing into your flimsily-balanced logical structures with gleeful abandon.

Well, as I said before, good luck this time around. Maybe I'll see you sometime.