I won't vote for myself, I was not generally a great flamer in those days, I did however set up the first interactive competitions between the hardcore.
The school of Flame was the first competitive showdown that I arranged.
I arrived as a fledgling little sniper into a fold of vipers, bad were those days when you arrived into the Flame forums unchecked...

: I've Had Enough
Scene:- A hot summers day, in a Ghetto in Brixton, Sarf London.
"Chaosfactor, this is the Canadian Mounted Police, we have got you surrounded, come out with your hands in the air, resistance is futile!"
Reggae sounds float through the air whilst stoned Rastamen look upon the brigade of light cavalry with red eyed amusement.
"Its no good hiding behind your curtains chaosfactor, we have come a long way after queuing for hours in the British consulate to apply for visas, and we have spent absorbent amounts of Canadian dollars flying these parachute drop trained horses over, we know exactly what we are doing".
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Mountie private :- "Sir, Permission to report Sir!"
Mountie sergeant :- "Make your report private"
Mountie private :-"I Have have returned with intelligence after bribing that native over yonder (points to a rastafarian emerging from a bottle shop with a six pack), and he has told us that the house we have surrounded is not chaosfactors house, it is in fact a church!"
Mountie sergeant :- "Good lord above, Chaos cannot live there for he is the antichrist, did you find out where the devil he may be?"
Mountie private :- "Apparently sir he is thought to be located in one of the nearby pubs"
Mountie lieutenant :- "Good work soldier, I will take over from here. Have an imaginary medal to pin on your lapels, and please could you remove that plastic English policeman's hat from your head"
Mountie private :- "But Sir..."
Mountie lieutenant :- "No buts, remove it, and find a parking spot for our horses, we shall take it on foot from now on, because I am sure this scaly wag cannot be too far away, I mean how many bars can there be in this backwater anyhow?
Mountie Sergeant :- "I can see 10 from where I am standing Sir"
Mountie lieutenant :- "O.K its obviously a process of elimination then, I suggest we split up and try to blend in with our surroundings, and try to appease the locals by buying them drinks for information, off you go chaps, and remember to blend in"
-The Prince Albert-
Mountie Private 1 :- "Good day to you Mam, I would like a refreshing drink please"
English barmaid :- "Are you lost huney"
Mountie private 1 :- "Not so much lost, no, why"
English barmaid :- "The fancy dress party is in the Vauxhall tavern down the road where a cover band are playing village people songs all night, here have a pint of fortified cider".
-The Dog-star-
Mountie Private 2 :- "Hello good sir, one of your vitalizing English beverages please, and I wonder if you could tell me the amount of pubs there are in the nearby area?"
Russian Barman :- "Did your girl friend dress you comrade? Ze number of bars in Lambeth amounts to 276, and here is a Legless Leningrad Cock Killer".
-The Fridge Bar- "
Canadian Ninja Lawyer :- "I am hereby appointed by the government of conquer club to find out any information about the famed Woodruff shotgun massacre, that could lead to the arrest of a subject known in alias as chaosfactor, can you, or any of your parties that inhabit this licensed dwelling , supply me first with a large gin and tonic, and possible directions to the nearest imaginary shotgun store?"
Transvestite prostitute :- "Mmmm hunney bunny, I heard a little bird tell me that Canadian boys are endowed with extra small penis's, making them perfect fodder for the transgender process, would you like me to enlighten you a little bit, little one?"
The Hobgoblin
Conquer club moderator representative :- "Greetings worthless being, take these imaginary internet charms and give me a lemonade pronto before I cut off the electricity to this establishment"
Sulky bar wench :- "If your looking for the star trek convention, you missed it by one year and a fortnight, and for your information this bar runs on solar power, wind turbines and ganja, so good luck in turning our strobes off matey boy. Lemonade is also a no-no, we only serve alcohol in this joint and for this we require cold hard cash, not some of your see-through internet kudos".
Conquer club moderator representative :- "Was that a flame? You know there are laws against this kind of behavior".
Sulky Barmaid :- "Perhaps you would like to swop your imaginary made up charms, for this imaginary sawn off shotgun sir? I got it cheap from a desperate looking chap just the other day"
Conquer club moderator representative :- "Golly does it work?"
Sulky Barmaid :- "Only in your imagination my friend, here take it, along with 16 rounds of imaginary ammunition, along with this non imaginary pint of reinforced brake fluid"
-Meanwhile 6 hours later back on Cold Harbour lane-
Mountie Lieutenant :- "Sergeant over here if you please"
Mountie Sergeant :- "Hic,Yhas Sirr"
Mountie Lieutenant :- "A progress report would be enlightening, pray tell, what news from our esteemed battalion?"
Mountie Sergeant :- "Well sir, it appears three of our chaps have been arrested for having a drunken brawl. One dozen horses have been wheel clamped, and the rest have been towed by Lambeth council, 4 of our NCO's have contracted Herpes from the yonder brothel, six of our finest veterans are in Kings hospital having there stomachs pumped, 7 more were last seen mooning the queen outside buckingham palace, 12 have deserted and have joined the climate change protest, 3 boarded flights for a rave in Ibiza, 9 set off to middle earth in an effort to arrest sauron, and the remaining 2 are pretending to be traffic cops over by all the car wrecks just there sir".
Mountie Lieutenant :- "I see... and chaosfactor?"
Mountie Sergeant :- "We are doing all we can, at the moment Sir".
Mountie Lieutenant :- "I see, how many of us are there left?"
Mountie Sergeant :- "Just us Sir"
Mountie Lieutenant :- "Any suggestions Sergeant?"
Mountie Sergeant :- "Split up Sir?"