I sent messages directly to guildies and ordered them out of /general if I caught them chatting up. This meant I had to be in /general – it was the only way to monitor for the behavior, culling it as quickly as it appeared. Lucky me. In order to keep the peace, I had to wade in to the filth, forced to listen to other guilds rant and rave in there inimitable Deathwing-US style. I tuned it out, yet it was a distraction nonetheless, always catching my eye, causing me to look away from Mature’s positioning, watching for a recognizable name and being forced to deal with it.
I did not expect what I saw next.