The chains and laws that bound us forced us to be creative.
It was oh so predictable, yet tinged with a quirk of random that comes from the early onset of madness.
There were titles, beacons of pride for some, points of complaint for others.
There were those who stood above the crowd, people you came to recognize, out of the sea of faces, names, and titles.
The Mods that be had power and weight behind their swings.
There was always something new in the feeds, never a dull moment.
And of course, we cannot forget the trolls, and the glorious days when the mods were away, followed by carpet bans.
She was young and beautiful back then, a thorned rose, but sadly, the passage of time has not been kind.
When I look upon her now, sometimes I see fragments of the beauty that once was, a brief glimmer of light and color in a sea of grey.
But now, she is a graveyard, a ghost town of what once was.
When the new blood arrives with Destiny, whatever tiny part is left of the old will be swept away, and filled in with generic run of the mill things that happen elsewhere.
I shall enjoy the last of the embers of this once great firestorm before they go out all together.
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That was deep. Really deep.