Hypothetical situation time!
Imagine this:
It's 1:20 AM local time. You just finished writing up a huge thread full of your most brilliant elaborations. You wearily mouse your mouse, ever so slowly, to the post button, and click ever so gently; it is almost as if the post is fragile and you are trying your very best not to break it. Your heart pulsates rhythmically to the impatient tapping of your finger as the loading bar in the upper left corner of your screen chases itself in an infinite vortex of processes that makes a second seem like an hour. You vigorously anticipate your insightful thread being read by thousands of ROBLOXians, and attempt to reconcile your thoughts to fixate on one point. You reach a level of...satisfaction, yes, satisfaction in the fact that you have conceived a worthwhile creation. Then your heart stops its dance of joy and anticipation. Your fingers stop tapping ever so slightly. Your countenance becomes pale, your eyes widen, your teeth clammer. The loading icon no longer viciously runs around the circumference of its implied circular realm, but instead sits in quiet slumber as you gaze with your weary eyes into the one thing you subconsciously feared as your fingers transitioned from keyboard to mouse with their graceful elegance but ever so slight hesitation as you articulate your thoughts one last time, and reach your conclusion as you click the mouse.
Time could stand still, as it was before, or it may be racing. Not that it matters any more to you, as your eyes narrow their view to the crimson red words scrawled in a thin font directly above your subject.
An error message.
Your entire thread...gone. In a single second. Lost in the seemingly-infinite matrix of the internet, never to be found and gazed upon by human eyes ever again.
The hairs on your neck stiffen, almost in mimicry of your complexion and posture. Your eyes lose their brilliant and luminescent sparkle that once ran rampant on top of your blood-shot retina.
As you stare at this error message, you are unwilling to accept the absence of words on the ongoing wall of white.
You are not sure if you should scream in despair, or lay your racing head on your desk and sob in woe.
Either way, you decide to go to bed and sleep. Your once inspirational and intuitive ideas will never be re-written, let alone posted.
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Okay, that's enough, let me get to the real point.
THREADS SHOULD BE SCREENED FOR ERRORS PRIOR TO PROCESSING.
When the thread is redirected by the filter, all information is lost.
"Why is this an issue?"
......I just wrote a freakin' oral report on it.
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