Today’s mail.
VOICES blurred and incoherent, swirling in vortex loch
Irons’ cries cannot reach Wrk;
Adminstrations fall apart; the Pfhorums cannot hold;
Brainless listing grips the community,
The youthful tide is loosed, and everywhere
The pride of Marathon is drowned;
The best, exhausted, have all 4GOTten, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely TGI:B is at hand.
The Gray Incident! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image from JFO
Troubles my sight: somewhere in the forests of Minnesota
A shape with a bulbous nose and daggers for teeth,
Eyes lidded and craw full of Mariusnet meat,
Is slowly texturing its floors, while all about it
Fly protestant posts of vulturing mappers.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That six months of stony stillness
Were vexed to nightmare by semester’s end,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Simplici7y to be born?
{he chose the right guy to copy from on his final}
Stop coding.
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.
Previous installments: part one, part two, part three. Now, prepare for the conclusion. It’s been great fun writing so much crap and having Bleating Lhowon disapprove of it so deeply. Let me know if you want me to keep the Essentials series going, and feel free to give me suggestions, or (if you happen to have an account here), run wild with the concept on your own.
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Parts One and Two are required reading before diving in here.
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If you haven’t already taken a look at the first part of this grand analysis, please do so. Now that you’re caught up…
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Welcome to The Essentials, a new concept here on JFO. Our goal today is to take a look at an essential facet of the Marathon community, some well-preserved record of perseverance, conflict, creativity, brotherhood, and so on. In this case, I’ll be taking apart the infamous Pfhorums thread 2.5D Game Discussion post by post, analyzing everything that occurred in this great war of CLIQUE vs. Sweatervest (a.k.a. Mr. Cardigan). Although I don’t have the time or energy right now to go over the entire thread, I’ll take you on a journey through the first page. Won’t you please join me?
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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.
