what's the last thing you'd say on here

[nousd]

as Simon Astell said: "Goodbye, I used to be one of you"

but I've already said that, a few years ago
well, not said
I haven't actually said anything to anybody on here
apart from a few Oz ninjas

but just as we might contemplate the inevitability of our deaths
and the need for an epitaph,
probably inapt if written by somebody else,
so we might contemplate our last words on here.

not necessarily funny such as Spike Milligan's "I told you I was sick"
nor expected: "I've had such a lovely holiday in Liberia. I can still feel the tropical heat"
Maybe an ultimate victory; " Etch pm'd me to apologize. He's really such a lovely guy"
or ignominious defeat. "Roller Derby records is the 100th label to reject me & my VIP version of "Slippery Steps"."

I may die mid-sen
or cut my ties by telling everybody to get knotted,
go insane, become homeless or be lost at sea
but, if I got to decide what I last said on here,
it wouldn't be this


sorry

[Forum]

It will probably be saying that a tune someone's posted is shit

[nousd]

what & getting banned?
or because you realize yr appreciation for music has become jaded and yu decide to move to a silent island?

[thekuku]

I like the idea of a silent island

[topmo3]

dont understand any of this

[hubb]

nnnnngghhh

[Harkat]

"I spent too much time on here, but you're safe people, jah bless"

nah I'd probably say "This forum has become a post-4chan retard magnet, now I'm off to make the test presses of my 3rd DMZ release, I don't need you peasants anymore"

[jrkhnds]

"Plastician was right."

[sixs]

"wub, please no"

[OGLemon]

[img]insert_youngsta_nudes[/img]
or
zog controls dsf

[ultraspatial]

zog controls dsf

right before moving on to stormfront

[CreamLord]

G2g brb in a sec

[nowaysj]

nnnnngghhh

[Muncey]

Dusk & Blackdown/Youngsta/Mala has played one of my tunes, later losers.. I'm in!

[sigbowls]

see you on mars

[finji]

CHAT ▄▄█▀▀ █▬█ █ ▀█▀ GET BANGED

[Phigure]

Hello All.

Many of you know me by the pseudonym ‘Wobbles’.

I have asked ‘Raggles’ to relay what is written below as follows;

It has become apparent to me that some of you may not have understood why I have left this place, and so I would like to offer, if anything, an explanation as to why, how, and what has become of it all. I am attempting to make things clear, hopefully alleviating any confusion and answering any questions that some of you may or may not have. While I do not feel that this is at all necessary personally, I am aware that we did share a great deal of time together, and so it would be false for me to say that we were not at least even in the most remote sense of the word (though I would no longer consider this type of relationship to be true) ‘friends.’ I have chosen this thread because it reminded me of this.

My childhood was fairly average and only until I had begun school did I realize that I preferred time spent alone. Grade school progressed as one might imagine it would for an introvert; as I grew older, I wandered further from my studies in an effort to oppose the anxiety I was receiving from classmates. I took up video gaming mostly to distract myself from my troubles. The time would eventually come for college. Because of the nature of my parents, I had chosen to study as far from home as I could to get out from under their ‘tyranny.’

There were many things that I would come to regret from my time in college; the worst being that I would succumb to any sort of peer pressure that stood before me; there was nothing that I would refuse to do. I became one with the bottle, spending far too many nights damaging my body and mind. After four years of this less than prestigious formula, spending no time planning out my future, I would eventually return home with nothing but a degree and a thirst for partying. I would come to settle in to the government job that I had held during my summers home from college (a position of which I was appointed solely because of my father’s connections). It was just at this return that I joined this website.

I knew I was not in the right mind to find a "career", and secretly I was very afraid; I had no idea where to begin. Months upon months would go by, and I would come to spend most of my days on the internet, again trying to distract myself from the horrid reality that was my current life. My job became less and less appealing; my schedule was reduced to 3 days a week, my friends were leaving or getting fired one by one, and I was transferred to a department full of some of the most disgusting people that I was forced to spend time in a room with.

Each one of those foul creatures was incredibly overweight, lazy, arrogant, ignorant, openly racist, etc; the longer I spent time with them, the more I realized that this job had slowly turned them into these beings. It must be clear that no one in this sector of the government actually earned their position; all of which were given their positions because of someone they knew, or some other such trifling matter. When I say that there was no actual work to be done, it is meant in the most literal form. This would only serve to make my days even more miserable, as idle time spent with horrible people is far worse than time spent working hard next to horrible people. Attempts were made to cancel this out, but to no avail.

It was at that point that I had realized something significant. There was a most powerful inward struggle fought in the depths of my soul and mind. I decided to no longer sit around waiting for my life to change, expecting good things to simply fall from the sky, and complain whenever they would not do so. All that I had gotten myself into, everything that stood before me could be stopped and altered at any point that I chose. The worst of it all was that I didn’t even choose this fate, but merely endured it as if it were a never ending haunted house themed ride. It was this realization that would spark the flame of the change in my mind; I began to make drastic changes.

To start, I began to plan my future. I stopped drinking and smoking altogether. I stopped going out on weekends. I started taking supreme care of my body in terms of exercise and nutrition. I started analyzing and studying ways to improve every aspect of my daily life. I stopped worrying about what other people thought of me, in the most complete sense. Manufactured ideas would no longer be followed; every thought, opinion, and belief would be my very own.

I then set out to get a new job. After a few months and a handful of incredibly discouraging interviews, I prevailed and would come to land a job at a large company, admittedly in a position near the bottom of the ladder. I knew this was my first ticket out and so I gladly stuck my foot into the door. Months would pass and I would find myself to be more refined; business ethics and law would come into practice at home; my parents could no longer abuse and control me as they saw fit. I was slowly moving towards complete independence. I would no longer live off of my parents, I began riding my bike to work to detach my dependency on oil, I sold my useless material possessions, and at that point I was more than 18 months sober. I began to see the source of actual happiness, and so week after week, slight alterations were made in my life that could only be seen as improvements.

After 7 months at my new position, I was given a major promotion into the position I currently see myself in. Even today I am still working to improve my daily life, and I can safely say that I am still moving towards where I have always wanted to be, with no indication of slowing down. In the most general sense, hard work, independence, and virtue would become my main driving forces. I no longer use distractions such as video games, alcohol, internet, loud music, to remove myself and attempt to, even for a short while, forget my life. I embrace my life with open arms and analyze it and cherish it in all its glory. I now look life straight in the face, and it looks right back at me, possibly even with a respect that it wouldn’t normally show for a vast number of people. I have never felt so powerful, and at the same time virtuous.

I could not see myself wasting any more time in a place as empty and unimportant as the internet, and I strongly believe that used in excess it can only lead to the most extreme cases of depression. It is a jar that would be fine to stick your hand into to retrieve something necessary without looking, but most of you have crawled into the jar and have closed the lid; you must know that you are only hurting yourself. I have found that reading classic world literature and writing prose and poetry can be a significantly superior alternative, and should be taken into a most chief consideration.

As should be expected, I won’t be here to discuss what has been written. In truth, I am not happy about posting this, but I feel that you would at least benefit from an explanation, if not a voucher for the supremacy of complete absence from the internet; whether this amounts to serving any good will remain to be unseen.

Farewell.

[sigbowls]

ban

[jaydot]

tl'dr

[nowaysj]

Fucking Phigure that is your fifth gold star, that gets you a free XL Baconator from Arby's.