Crying… weeping. No, sobbing. Tears are not just streaming down my face—they are cascading in great, torrential waves, pooling around me as I struggle to process the sheer, unrelenting tragedy of this moment. My vision is blurred. My hands tremble upon my keyboard. Jeb… my brother in arms, my confidant, my comrade… fallen.
This is not just a ban appeal. This is a manifesto of guilt, of redemption, of destiny.
Jeb—a titan of our time. A man who has shaped the very foundation of our server with his brilliant mind and iron will. The Reichstag President. The General. The architect of war, the conductor of chaos, the mastermind of countless perma-kills. His name was not merely spoken; it was whispered in reverence and fear. His influence stretched far beyond the confines of the game, his actions leaving ripples that would be felt for generations of players to come.
And yes, he duped millions.
An act so monumental, so biblical in scale, that the server itself quaked under the weight of its own economic collapse. The great financial ruin he wrought was the stuff of legend—banks crumbled, markets crashed, inflation spiraled out of control, and chaos reigned. And when the ban wave loomed over us like an executioner’s blade, when we all stood on the precipice of digital oblivion, what did Jeb do?
He stepped forward.
He did not run. He did not hide. He did not scramble for shelter behind throwaway accounts, nor did he cower in the shadows like a coward. He SACRIFICED himself. A martyr to the cause, he let himself be struck down so that we—his comrades, his brethren—could live. He threw himself into the fire so that we might walk free, unbanned, untouched, while his account was obliterated before our very eyes.
And yet… the guilt consumes him still.
Jeb could have vanished into the mist, returned under a new name, a new face, a fresh account. He could have moved on without a care, his hands once again free to rebuild an empire from the ashes. But he has not. He has remained. He has stayed to face judgment—not because he has to, but because he feels he must.
This appeal? This is not a plea for unbanning. This is an atonement.
Jeb is a man who knows the weight of his sins. He walks with the burden of his past. And yet, despite it all, despite the suffering, the exile, the pain… he still loves this server. He yearns to return—not for himself, but for the community, the people, the very world he helped forge.
Denying this appeal would not just be a punishment. It would not just be an injustice. It would be a crime against history. A crime against the very fabric of our existence.
Moderators, I beg of you. Look deep within your hearts. Look past the mistakes, past the wreckage, past the ruin, and see the man who stands before you, baring his soul.
Let him come home.
The Reichstag sits empty. The battlefield is silent. The echoes of history cry out for their hero.
Let. Him. Return.
thank you
knrboy
