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)
R.I.P. INFINITYS, 2007–2008; Just Found Out. Our hearts will always be with you. Save a place in Heaven for us, OK?

2007–2008
We think someone has been writing books about us and disguising the main characters as girls. We do not take kindly to this. Here is the evidence of the intentional similarities to actual persons, living or dead.

Us, obviously.

This is about the feud between hux and me.

Slave.

This is about the cliquestories site, who stole what should have been the domain for our own CLIQUE stories.

ESB takes Pfhorums offline roughly once a month.

Dialing L!

Maybe the story here contains Patrick, who seems to understand the bad man behind blue eyes.

One word: Stomped.

I’m thinking “meatserver” here.