It's quite the opposite to be honest.
When I was banned for 2 weeks I went into a state of awful emotional trauma and began feeling suicidal. I began cutting myself and shunning my friends. They told me I needed I get help. Help, eh? I wasn't going to let them control my life, no sir. So whilst they slept, I drew mustaches on their faces in PERMANENT marker. That'll teach them to boss me around. But then I began to feel lonely, so I sought friendship in the form of an animal, a dog to be exact.
His name was Jimmy. I walked Jimmy until one day he got run over and put in critical condition. He died in the hospital that night. Feeling confused, depressed, and lost, I went to the top floor of my igloo and was about to jump when the weirdest thing happened. Jimmy's spirit materialized in front of me and told me, 'yo man your ban is over.' So I got on my computer and logged in to SPPf. Like Jimmy said, my banishment had expired. Feeling renewed, I proceeded to post stupid things and spam opinion to my heart's content.
tl;dr I need SPPf to operate