I was the best noob.

I slipped in easily, without an agenda.
Moved gently between threads, and took care to be sensitive.
I bobbed up and down in opinion, shielding my teeth.

And eventually I realised how comfortable I was with this downstairs place.
I swallowed it whole.

I think I entered the fray in fighting mode over faith or immigration or something.

Seems ???

yes, from the outside. i can't be sure. you could be faking it.

You'd have to be crazy to fake insanity.

"Cotillion is the best newb ever"

- Cotillion, On Newbness: Adventures in being 1337, (London, Routledge, 2011) page 17

Noob!

I like this one. Can we keep him? Just this once....can we? Can we not kill him and bury his bones in the dirt this time? Pretty please.

Tis most inconvenient.

Is Cotillion that thing where you send kids off to a class to teach them manners?

That's Finishing School. To finish them off.
A Cotillion is a dance. A very formal one too.

It could be, I suppose. If so, I am mercifully unaware of this.

Only if he survives the initiators.

We didn't burn him!

... yet.