posted on Jun, 1 2010 @ 11:13 PM
AHHHH TITOR WAS RIGHT
The civil WAR has begun
IT is a DIGITAL WAR
and it is being waged on our internets.
War. War never changes.
The end of the world occurred pretty much as he had predicted. Too many Reptilians, not enough space or resources to go around. The details are
trivial and pointless, the reasons, as always, purely human ones. The internet was nearly wiped clean of life. A great cleansing, an atomic digital
spark struck by google, quickly raged out of control. Spears of nuclear fire rained from the net. Entire domains were swallowed in flames and fell
beneath the boiling mods. Humanity was almost extinguished, their spirits becoming part of the background radiation that blanketed the forums. A quiet
darkness fell across the net, lasting many years. Few survived the ban hammers. Some had been fortunate enough to reach safety, taking shelter in
poorly moderated boardss like yahoo answers. When the great darkness passed, many mods quit, and their inhabitants emerged to begin their lives again.
One of the something awfull goons said they are descended from one such board. They hold that their founder and ancestor, one known as Timetravel_0
once saved the internet from a great evil. According to their legend, this evil arose in Microsoft. It corrupted all it touched, twisting men inside,
turning them into Google worshipers. Only through the bravery of this Timetravel_0 was the evil destroyed. But in so doing, he lost many of his
friends and suffered greatly, sacrificing much of himself to save the net. When at last he returned to the home he had fought so hard to protect, he
was cast out. Exiled as a hoax. In confronting that which they feared, he had become something else in their eyes...and no longer their champion.
Forsaken by his people, he strode into the internet. He traveled far to ATS, until he came to the Skunkworks board. There, he founded a small group,
doe eyed believers, where he lived out the rest of his years. And so, for a generation since its founding, Skunkworkshas lived in peace, its
contributers sheltering it from reality. It is home. But the scars left by the war have not yet healed. And the net has not forgotten.