Crispy
Disgusting Thing
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racofer's post was indeed amazing and deserves an uncharacteristic bump. I can't believe we used to be mortal enemies. Why do you make me love you?
For whomever finds this letter, ensure that the message herein is passed on to others. This is the report of a survivor of ITZ, who now finds himself, along with many others, confined in Watchwitz. This is the report of one who remembers when we had freedom of speech, freedom of thought… freedom of being simply free. I was once called by some a BRO, an alt, even an Incliner of Threads. Now, I'm proud to be called and call myself a Codexer, for this is what we all are.
This all began on the 25th of December of 2011. It's still unclear to many of us what really happed. Rumors run rampant among us, as we desperately try to find some understanding to what really transpired on that day.
All we know is that it began with a meeting of sorts between our leader and representatives of a foreign website. Many times before they approached us with words that stirred pride among our ranks, calling us the "Prestigious Codexers Magazineers" or sometimes "Foul Creatures of Hatred" or simply "Trolls". We enjoyed their praises, but we always knew to never let pride take the best of us. Unfortunately, not all of us saw things that way.
He sold us all out. That's what many say these days. And I have to say I'm inclined to agree with their opinion. For all we know, that day Töddler and Heines finally got to DarkUnderlord with offers of richness and unending internets. With those resources at his disposal, DU would never run out fuel to satisfy his thirst for lulz.
And just like that, he accepted their deal. Without notice, we found ourselves locked out of fair Codexia. We protested and got very angry about the situation, but ultimately we realized we no longer had a home. Some of us remembered that, many generations ago, our ancestors lived in a place called The Watch. There are many tales about the place, some of then mildly disturbing, but at that point we had no alternative but to move in with them.
But we were not welcome in there as well. Their gates remained shut as we pilled up outside their walls, begging for a place to stay. For days we tried to reach an understatement but all our efforts were ultimately in vain.
Eventually, we were given entrance but not without a price. One by one, they labeled us like cattle and assigned us into their work camps. Even now, days after being taken in, we are kept separated from the local population into a thread of our own.
We now live here, hoping for a brighter future. MCA knows what perils lie ahead of us, but we must remain strong not only for our sake, but for the sake of those who will eventually join us into this living hell called Watchwitz.
- racofer : Thread Incliner
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(I also enjoy these new little images, I'm going to make use of them everyday forever)
