ESB is Empty
ESB’s tent is broken: the last echos of *NM*
Clutch and sink off the top page. The sound of uki
Crosses the blackness, unread. The readers are departed.
JFO, run softly, till I end my post.
ESB bears no new messages, announcements of carnage fests,
Discussions of Eternal, comparisons of weapons, trolls, spammers,
Or other testimony of activity. The readers are departed.
And the CLIQUE, the loitering heirs of the old Bungie crew;
Loched, have left no addresses.
By the ruins of TGI I sat down and wept…
JFO, run softly, till I end my post,
JFO, run softly, for I speak not loud nor boast.
But at my back from an unlocked maintenance closet I hear
The slam of a door, and chuckle spread from ear to ear.
Apparently I’m in the Village. A woman came to my door today, asked me to vote for David Gehrig in the upcoming election in the Urbana city council, and gave me a flyer, which I’ve attached for your viewing pleasure:
Sadly, she wasn’t wearing a numbered pin. I didn’t get the extent of the campaign tactic until hours later, actually, but I did immediately notice the similar fonts — their e is remarkably epsilonic.
So let it be written, do let it be done.
The long-awaited graphic novel adaptation of Macsforever’s early epic novel Marathon: The Chilron is now available! We have big plans for it, including ray’s annotations of the original work and my own extended commentary on the graphic novel. Chances are these will be exclusive to the print edition, so keep an eye out for that announcement.
Now that MARARTHON has officially taken its own life, there are a few things I’d like to get off my chest. I mean, they’ve bothered me for something like a year. That’s a long time if you think about it. (Also, I have the gift of Bourbon, so truth is coming more naturally to me at the moment.)
(Try to read between the lines a little bit more)
Patrick: W’rknmiah 4:23-27
Hotmodal beheld the traxus wiki,
And, loch, mararthon’s status was dead and dying;
And the name servers, and they had n0×9B5:TERMISFORBIDDEN
Hotmodal beheld the peacks, and, loch, they had prahblums.
And all the colours of the friggin’ rainbow had freely bled.
Hotmodal beheld, and, loch, there were no pfhorums,
And all the pigeons of infinitys were fled.
Hotmodal beheld, and, loch, simplici7y was a wilderness,
And all the maps thereon were taken down
At the presence of THE LORD,
and before His fierce 4GETfulness.
For thus saith THE LORD:
The whole community shall be ruined;
Yet RyokoTK will do it single-handedly.
Exclusive screen grabs from The CLIQUE Movie.
IRONS: "You can't expect to troll ESB in that horrible outfit."
WRK: "Who else is coming?" CLIQUE: "Our hot french sisters."
TREELLAMA (left): "I wonder how I'll ruin Aleph One today..."
IRONS: "Ehmagawd you guys are so mean!" *lochs*
IRONS: "W'rk, no fair! It's my turn to spy on the metaserver!"
PATRICK: "{lately i have been frequenting bad houses}"
PATRICK: "{places no respectable man would be seen}"
IRONS: ♥
It is a good movie.
Gao has just informed me of new (fan?)fiction:
The night sky roared without mercy, sending down thunders and lightnings. Silencing other beings that dared to speak, even silence itself. Shading everything beneath it and damning those below with unmatched darkness.
(Try to read between the lines a little bit more)
[16:27] < @Wrkncacnter> the water column was better than i was expecting
[16:28] < @Wrkncacnter> better as in much more stupid
[16:28] < @treellama> yeah it really was
[16:28] < @treellama> so, now what, thermo
[16:28] < @thermoplyae> now i die happy
[16:28] < @treellama> ok
[16:28] < @thermoplyae> we’ve all seen what we came for
[16:28] < @thermoplyae> and that was it, 4GET is feasible now
Here it is.
With any luck, you’ll never hear from me again.
