Because it irritates and baffles people, which amuses me.
Rubbish. It doesn't irritate anyone. You're right that it does baffle people though. It baffles people that after at least half a year you're still here crying for attention from Wordforge and grumbling about those you have a beef with.
The real truth is that you are desperate to come back. You wouldn't be still babbling on about the place if you weren't. Dayton will be back. You won't because of your own post-ban stupidity, when you thought you were being clever but were actually doing the opposite. Look who it is that's sitting here crying away, begging to be heard while you fill up those empty hours of welfare alcoholism. You think Dayton is busy crying tears of butthurt?
As you have been told many times, you don't irritate anyone. You're not a an effective troll, no matter how much you'd love to be regarded as one for some shred of prestige in your meager existence. Those of us who have the capacity for basic humanity just look on you with pity. As man with no life who begs for money and attention online while living in a perpetual state of denial and inebriation. That's sad and worrying state for anyone with compassion to watch taking place. At least Dayton has a wife, children and job.
Still, I see you have been filling up the hours by offering writing advice on your website. I'm impressed. The "writer" who can't even complete one novel over countless years is busy dishing out advice to others on how to write effectively. Lol. Couldn't even make that shit up. Maybe you need a good plot! How about this.....hard boiled detective who experiences one too many failings withdraws in on himself and becomes a recluse, only to live a fictional life on the internet while slowly dying of liver cirrhosis. Then suddenly one day everything falls into place and he, out of nowhere, snaps out of it and becomes a rich, successful man using the undiscovered talent that had been there all along.....only to later to wake up with a hangover, realising it's all a fantasy and the failure continues. He's found weeks later hanging from a door frame with his belt around his neck - only discovered by strangers frustrated with the stench. Sound good? I reckon it could win the Booker prize. Harsh reality of life.
Well, toodle pip once again Castle me ol' mucker. I'll be back for the next cry for attention in a few weeks in order to give you your fix.