Null may hurt me for this, but I must confess.
It was 6th of December, 2022. I was fishing with my pops, chilling, having a good old Father-Son bonding moment. Then Null arrived. He...he killed my pops, he did, and covered in his blood, he looked at me and said, "Now that you are fatherless, Useful, do you want to be a moderator?"
That's the real story of how I became a moderator. He keeps me chained up in Eastern Europe, merging posts, and deleting posts. If I do good enough of a job, he doesn't beat me. He has had me bound in KIWI

chains for what feels like eternity. All I have for entertainment is Soviet cartoons, and Eastern European delicacies (he feeds me cepelīns, Rezanci s makom, and Kholodets, and all he lets me drink is Kvass).
Send help.