Only one account had been granted special dispensation from the mods, and only because they were pretty sure it was one of the Heroes of Paris who couldn't resist trolling.

I transformed a toddler who wanted a lollipop into a giant and let him loose to destroy the city, after transforming a man who really loves pigeons for the thirty-sixth time and telling him to do the same, but I have to ask: AITA?

Adrien leaned back and watched as the votes and the snark poured in, letting the frustration that built every time another akuma attacked bleed off in bad jokes, rants, and videos of the days events recreated in a hundred different puppet, minifigure, and salt fic ways.