Dragoon_KarThenus
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Nalok's Journal: Friday, July 3rd, 2009: Zard carcass in alley this morning, horse tread on burst stomach. This message board is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The topics are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their bawwing and lulz will foam up about their waists and all the noobs and whiners will look up and shout "Save us!"... and I'll look down and whisper "No." They had a choice, all of them. They could have followed in the footsteps of good men like Me or Artix Krieger. Decent men who believed in a day's work for a day's pay. Instead they followed the droppings of /b/tards and haters and didn't realize that the trail led over a precipice until it was too late. Don't tell me they didn't have a choice. Now the whole forum stands on the brink, staring down into bloodly Hell, all those trolls and hackers and elitists ... and all of a sudden nobody can think of anything to say. ....
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