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07-25-2007, 10:23 PM
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| Gunzfactorian Hero  |  Non-fiction? Translate this as you will, for I wrote it on a whim. My facts may be skewed beyond your opinion, that is for you to decide. What I offer may be a poem, but to tell the truth It is what I feel. The world of GzF Oh, Gunzfactor my sweet. Your tale old beyond my time, I miss thee, you once gave birth to community that at times may have been bold. The flames of that which is truth now consume the last of the great boards that made ground for the legends. Now exists here only monotony of utter void. No longer do the words of fellow compatriots hold content that shatters boundaries previously unspoken. The peoples will suppressed, our leaders broken and gone, this place is warranted to death, with time comes age, popularity, then consumption. Like a whole loaf of bread that was good, now it is subject to over at least fifty thousand starving, and arrogant, children. I had a dream, too become one of the greats, but what is great about leading newcomers into a place like this. I only wish there was a way to preserve the community, but it is lost, with everyone going serperate ways. There would be, should be! A new place for the good to collect and the hungry children to admire. Though I speak of separation, it is true that sleeping amongst the sheep is no shepards dream, so it is so that no good compatriot dreams of dwelling amongst the flames, the spam, and the retold jokes. Who is still here? Who could save them now? It is human nature to discover, populate, and destroy. Like a virus, in any place we have become stolid to each other, and once close pacts of friends now only whisper amongst the IM's in secrecy as if afraid to announce to the public their thoughts. They are correct in this, for what human being would subject a human thought to utter deformity. I stand now, looking over this place in despair for I see dictatorship over people who care nothing for anyone esle. And so true is this of not just Gunzfactor, but of the world. It is human nature to discover, populate, and destroy. Who am I to say such things, but a simple person typing on a laptop? I tell you though what I speak is true, hard though it may be. Everyone everywhere is stolid to those outside their circle, to ask another human being to give willing and expect nothing is asking a bat to come into the light of day. Caring in the world is gone, gunzfactor a perfect representative. The world is, on a larger scale...Gunzfactor. Oh Gunzfactor my sweet, your tale old beyond my time. I miss thee. |
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