Maybe the post includes one of those unusual banned words? Try to post pieces of it, see what doesn't work. That's how I found that my two recent reviews were blocked by the word nіggle (charmap to the rescue to get it posted).

Or perhaps the post is more than 10,000 characters.

That "For the moment I can't seem to be able to write more than a few words per post." bit seems to indicate it doesn't get there.

Huh, that means that the reviews use a different blocklist than the forum, since niggle just posts fine here. I guess the blocklist on the forum is more geared toward preventing spam, while the one for reviews is more geared toward blocking abusive language?

Anyway, this discussion was the trigger for me to finally execute on a thought I've been walking around with for a couple of months now, and start a dedicated thread to collect blocked words. Please contribute anything you know.

Huh, niggle posts fine here, without workarounds? Interesting...

Thanks for extending a helping hand guys.

The idea that one or some words in my character description could be considered bannable crossed my mind when I tried to post unsuccessfully, but after double-checking (and questioning my sanity too) I didn't think any word or expression I had written could be interpreted as offensive in any way. That's why I assumed it must have been a forum issue. But I should have experimented as Cavalary suggested because he was right on the money. Believe it or not, the problematic word was oc-cult.

Cappucinoelle the Coffee Elemental read the call sheet, and smiled. "So, it is to be a battle of the porcelain enclosed living liquids - hot versus cold! I look forward to meeting you on the battlefield, Flush Fury. It is time to brew up a fight to remember!"

That's probably a leftover from the time the forum was periodically visited by "sorcerers" offering love potions and other spells.

That one tripped up a longer post of mine once too.

My gods of the beyond, how could I forget the love death spells? That sentence in a vacuum is hilarious, but the fact that that happened and that you're most surely right, makes it even more so.
Such a shame I didn't think of it, the forum sorcerer would have been a way funnier fighter (def. calling dibs on the idea if there's another fight club).

Truly a thing of nightmares @_@.

Confess your sins! You were the true death spell sorcerer all along!

A very common cause in my case is a damaged tag (used for text formatting or inserting quotes) – for example, one that wasn't closed properly. Since the forum doesn't provide information about the cause of the error, it's worth knowing that this can also cause a post to be inexplicably unable to be published.

Meanwhile, in another dimension...

Death, Morticia's adoptive father, had his own little corner of paradise to rest between soul reaping: a small cottage in the countryside. Or rather, the immaterial representation of a quaint little cottage in the countryside, in an immaterial dimension beyond space and time to which only he had access. Of course, that didn’t stop him from occasionally receiving guests for conversation and amusement. And that was precisely the case today.
It was a rainy autumn Sunday, and Death had decided to invite his "riding companions", as he liked to call them, to play the game of little horses (inspired by ludo).

In the living room, four strange players were settling around a round table with a board game at its center, under the watch of a large clock ticking incessantly.
The first, Death, wore a large black hooded cloak resembling a shroud, which contrasted with the whiteness of his skull and hands. Only a pale blue glow in the depths of his empty eye sockets hinted at a semblance of life. A small black cat slept curled up on his lap, unbothered by the ongoing conversation.
The second, War, was a tall knight wearing full red armor, a red cape, and a crown on his head.
The third, Pestilence, was a young man wearing a large, dirty, and stained hooded tunic. It had once been white, but it was difficult to determine its original color now. He wore a mask covering part of his face, various infectious diseases having taken their toll on his anatomy.
The fourth, Famine, was a very thin old man who floated in his white tunic. His white beard was dirty and his gaze absent, staring at the board game on the table with a gloomy expression.

- "SHALL WE BEGIN ?" Death's voice was deep, cryptic, even abyssal.

- "Why did you allow them to go to this tournament ? It's just pointless gladiator fights", interjected Pestilence.
- "No fight is without interest, replied War, unless there is no profuse shedding of blood."
- "THEY MUST FIND THEIR OWN WAY. WE CANNOT HOLD THEM INDEFINITELY. IT DOESN'T MATTER IF THEY WIN OR LOSE THIS TOURNAMENT, THEY WILL ONE DAY SUCCEED US. HOW CAN WE PROVE THEY ARE WORTHY IF THEY DO NOT FACE THE BEST WARRIORS IN THE MULTIVERSE NOW ?"

- "They will lose confidence if they fail. Malaria is so emotionally sensitive".

- "Maybe if you had taught her to fight by looking her opponent straight in the eyes instead of teaching her the art of cowards, she would be like my Lisbeth, tough as nails !".

- "You mean a bloodthirsty psychopath !?".

- "It’s their destiny !". Famine had emerged from his stupor and now looked at War and Pestilence with a gaze that was both serious and solemn. His companions often thought he was senile, but Famine was one of those who thought before speaking. "When we collectively decided to break the rules and take mortal girls to make them our daughters and heirs, we knew what it meant for us... and for them. We are damned, and this curse is now theirs, but their actions, their choices, could change the grim fate of this world. We all saw it in a shared dream, and we believed in it. Is that still the case ?".

The others nodded in approval and calmed down. If Death could have smiled at that moment despite his fixed face, he would have.

- "AND WHY NOT GO TO THIS TOURNAMENT TO CHEER THEM ON ?"

- "What ? Mix with the common folk ? Certainly not !", protested War.

- "Malaria would appreciate me encouraging her, I who have always overprotected her," approved Pestilence.

- "Pathetic !", mocked War.

- "And there will be a lot of blood, and probably other bodily fluids all over the arena," noted Famine.

Even though they could not see his face under his helmet, everyone noticed the change in War's tone.

- "Oh, obviously, if you pull at my heartstrings ! Very well. In that case, let's go now. The tournament is about to start."

- "SO BE IT !"

Thus, everyone stood up and headed toward the stables to mount their respective steeds.

The black cat, now alone, watched them leave, wondering if its owner had left enough kibble and milk for several days.

Happy to see some new character posts join the Fight Club! The more, the merrier! Yay!! :)


Amazing that our two characters got randomly paired together. Like you said, they're both porcelain entities boasting the art of fluidkinesis, hot versus cold! xD Looking forward to reading how our one-on-one combat will play out in the arena. ;)

Name: Whisker Buffett
Weakness: Insatiable Appetite
Strength: Insatiable Appetite.

Still writing the story, will update this post with the plot :)
Thank you Doc for another great opportunity to let our imaginations go wild...
ahem I mean a safe environment and a harmonious outlet to exhaust our sweat-filled and blood boiling vigor :)

A delapidated pirate ship is moored at harbour, an arena in its centre. Blood stains cake its planks and obvious fire damage is visible across the deck.
Singing can be heard from below -

BJGamer "OHHHHHHH, a zombire pirate captain, that I sure be!"
Zombies "B-J-Gamer!"
BJGamer "Brought back from the depths, to oversee thee!"
Zombies "B-J-Gamer!"
BJGamer "My shadowy master, be watching over you!"
Zombies "B-J-Gamer!"
BJGamer "Keep him on side, or wear a pink tutu!"
Zombies "B-J-Gamer!"
BJGamer "Ready my decaying friends?"
Zombies "Arrr... groan... brainsss..."
BJGamer & Zombies "B-J-Gamer, B-J-Gamer, B-J-Gamer!"
BJamer "B-J-Gameeeerr!"
BJGamer "HAR HAR HAR! Ahoy me hearties, get the band and bar setup 'afore the shadowy one turns us all into undead slugs!"