End of the Line

And what do you know, Nexon shut Sydney down.

Who called it? Who called it?

(I did.)

Looks like I got banned just in time. Well, Mr. Korn or whatshisface lawyer is at it again, but it looks like this time they're not getting up. The community was epic failing anyways.

"Distinguished members" are regrouping to a new Pserver. Pitiable. Any "Distinguished member" I remember is long gone. SydneyMS has become a toxic wasteland. All Nexon has done is nuke it.

So, for the second time, I say goodbye to SMS. The first one was personal. It appears that this one is for real.

I have many ideas and opinions concerning the shutdown of these servers, but I'll keep them to myself. Nobody needs to hear all that anyways, and if there's one thing I learned from playing SMS is that waxing eloquently gets you nowhere.

All I can say is: You guys had it coming.

End of an Era.

Well, looks like it's high time to find a new server.

Thanks to everyone who made my time in SydneyMS awesome. ;D

Depressed

There isn't much to say. I feel betrayed, everywhere I turn to. SMS used to be fun. The community ruined it, and I sought consoling from the GMs, who seemed to understand and emphatize with my plight.

They don't. It was all a lie. It's all a lie. I'm sick of the lies. I've had it.

I'm on the edge. A little push, and I'm out of here. Goodbye, Sydney.

I doubt you'll miss me.

Idea-less

Well, it's not that I've run out of ideas for things to post, but you probably don't need to know them, like "I have a runny nose, but why is it only in my right nostril?" and things like that.

So, just to prove that I am alive and care about this blog, I will post to remind you guys that I'm still posting.

Also trying to learn Java.
Harder than it looks.

._.

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I am a depressed goose-stepper.

Trouble-shooting everywhere.

v62 down. This down. That down. Not seeming to get better anywhere.

I want to quiiiiiit. D:

But it's too late. Wasted too much time to just give up.

So I hang on, and maybe something good will happen. Like a mass pandemic.

I realize now how dependent I am on my online friends.

You guys are the bestest. Except for the greedy nubs. I live to eradicate thou.

I smite thee!

C. O. M. C. A. S. T.

I'll admit it. Comcast's new commercial has brainwashed me.

New sensations sending shivers flying further dreaming bigger single cable one decision internet phone television high speed internet elation crazy fast acceleration awe-inspiring screaming yelling ROTFLing voicemail email all connected caller ID friend detected Kelly calling conference Karen so much stuff to share with Sharon more HD awesome addition net-defying definition ninjas cowboys gangsters coppers huge explosions helicopters jumps fantastic shows outstanding motherload of on-demanding hometown showdown perfect timing courtside kicking back unwinding happy high tech automatic exponentially ecstatic speeding forward future hopping always dreaming never stopping C O M C A S T C O M C A S T!

Charity's End

The temerity of the v62 community astounds me. Following my great act of charity, instead of helping me poke fun at Josie, they mock me.

Who dropped 200 chickens, just now, to feed your greedy, selfish inventories?

I did.

Who makes every effort to answer every question, help every new player?

I do.

What do I get back?

._.

This disappoints me. I thought v62 has a chance.

Nay, it still does. But a small one at that. Still, a fighting chance. We can make it. We can pull through.

Until then, I stop chicken drop events. Want more? Want more? WANT MORE?

Earn it. There are no more meal tickets. Welcome to the big world.

And see what you have wrought.