Another poltergeist here, coming out of the woodworks in lieu of the recent... well. I don't really have a word for it. I'd say ball-scratching, but that seems a little rude. And, consequently, not vulgar enough to describe what's going on here.
I won't even give you my two cents; I'm too poor. You'll have to settle for a penny for my thoughts.
Cliques? They happen. In RP, in RL, in your mother's underwea--, so it really doesn't make sense to complain about it. It's rarely ever a matter of hate, and more a matter of taste. Shall I break it down?
Diagram A
The Mod is a beautiful, illustrious creature that rises above all of the other creatures of the land. Without the Mod, there would be no world in which to live. Below the Mod stands its dedicated followers, the Ass Kissers. These majestic beasts exist for one purpose: to make the Mod a sandwich every day, and to prostrate themselves before the Mod. The Mod likes that position best.
To the side of the Mod, in a direction that the Mod rarely faces, are the Wannabes. They are welcome in the Mod's household, and come in two breeds. Some Wannabes are skittish, easily frightened, and so hover just behind the Ass Kissers in an effort not to get too close. Other Wannabes are loud, brash, and oftentimes clang their dongs gongs so loudly, the Mod is somewhat put off by the noise.
Behind the Mod are the Outcasts. They hold un-detachable ties to the world the Mod has created, yet are unwilling to subjugate themselves to the whims of the Mod, and instead feed off of table scraps. These slinking animals boast a strong sense of independence, but have been known to secrete a deadly toxin known as Wangst. Not all Outcasts secrete this poisonous substance; it is often a matter of will.
Hidden in the darkest shadows stands the Troll. The Troll has one goal, and one goal alone; to bring down the Mod and steal all of the Mod's delicious sandwiches. This can be accomplished in a number of ways, but is often enacted with the help of various species of the Mod's world.
Last but not least are the These are the most notorious of all the creatures of the land, gifted with flaming red hair to distract an unsuspecting victim from the elongated fangs it sinks into its prey's flesh. Some FUCKING GINGERS have been known to blast glitter lasers from their eyes and shoot various tomes of the Twilight saga out of their ass.
In short:
Also, I'm keeping both of my children [thinasdeath, infractus] if that's alright?