I mean look at it, what would the future think our lives were like?
A society of drunken, barhopping spam worshippers who followed a Diety named Thorin, who lived with the constant threat of BANNING (what hell could that encompass?).
The society had an all consuming thirst for togas and mini-skirts, so much so that it was seen as a badge of honor to steal them.
They were split into 2 factions, Spammers, and Lurkers, until a communicating Weasel brought forth Communication.
The constant preoccupation of the day seemed to be the number following their name which seems to have been some sort of status symbol.
The only law was the law of the mods, which could be bought
They existed soley on cookies and alchohol (Guiness being the most prevalent)
This discovery has spawned a new SYM cult here in the present day.
And thus it will begin again.
P.S., life was cool then!