My profile fades, the monitor dims. All that remains are memories.
I remember a time of chaos, ruined dreams this wasted site.
But most of all, I remember the Road Warrior
the man we called Max.
To understand who he was, you have to go back to another time
when the world was powered by 8-bit games
and the 7 11 sprouted great cities of mountain dew and doritos.
Gone now, swept away.
For reasons long forgotten, two mighty warrior tribes had a 1 v 1
and touched off a blaze which engulfed them all.
Without porn they were nothing. They'd built a house of straw.
The thundering di.ck sputtered and stopped.
Their leaders fapped and fapped, but nothing could stem the avalanche.
Their internet crumbled, the forums exploded.
A whirlwind of memes, a firestorm ofshit.
Men began to feed on men.
On the youtube it was a white-line nightmare.
Only those witty enough to flame, brutal enough to sh.t post would survive.
The clans took over dropbox, ready to wage war for a tit-pic.
And in this maelstrom of decay
ordinary men were battered and smashed.
Men like Max
the warrior Max.
In the roar of an angry comment, he lost everything
and became a shell of a man
a burnt out, desolate man
a man haunted by the demons of his past.
A man who wandered out into a server.
And it was here in this blighted place
that he learned to ace again.


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