Once, he was the master.
Yes, when it came to the urine battle, pk was your man! Granted an extraordinary license by the board moderators to indulge in piss attacks, he ruled the jet stream. Woe betide the poor newbie that came under fire, for others would join in with pk and he would be end up in a nasty pool. If he thought he could retaliate, board moderation policy would quickly put an end to that idea. Of course, other newbies, and established posters, quickly reasoned that it was better to be behind pk, than in front.
But then, things started to change. Eventually, the thrill wore off for many posters, and they started to notice that the whole place was really a bit smelly. Some attacked posters were able to reflect the piss back onto pk. The wind changed. And maybe pk's direction and bladder control went off a bit - the result was, everyone behind pk started to get sprayed. No longer was it a case of having pk inside the tent pissing out rather than outside the tent pissing in - you just wanted to be away from it all, and especially away from pk.
pk wondered what to do. He was beginning to realise what he had been doing, he even was beginning to repent from his ways. Yet, still he only knew one way to be. To get rid of the stench, he tried turning into a pidgeon so he could fly around crapping on people, but that didn't help, people liked that even less. So he went back to his previous form, but the clothes really smell now, and he is increasingly looking the drunk guy on the street who does nothing but shout abuse while asking you for 50p with West Ham tattoed on one arm, and Millwall on the other.
Let this sorry tale be a lesson to young posters