Sigh...
alien123pred
I remember coming back to this site, everyday.
Every. Single. Day.
I enjoyed it too.
Even though I was just a low-level peon admiring all these war heroes and political folk, I had dreams. I had dreams of being one of them. I know, that's a pretty stupid dream. To be someone important in a video game of all places. But it was a dream of mine, no less.
I remember the suspense of battle.
Making fun of Russia and Serbia in IRC was always a pleasure.
I remember when we wiped out Russia, I was ecstatic.
"We did it!", I thought.
But then S.E.E.S died.
Oh that band of trolls and dicks. *sniff*
Wallingbottom just disappeared. There went my mentor, if I could call him that.
I promptly left this game.
Coming back, I just lost interest.
That dream is no more.
And as I listen to Runaway by The National, I realize something.
That's alright.
Everything dies out.
It's alright.
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Return to the sands brother, it's better there.
Palestine?
Never been.
you are a hero
Not sure if sarcastic or not, but I'll take it.
not at all sarcastic
Thanks then.
SEES is an idea. Ideas can never die, only be forgotten.
We remember.