Rudimentary creatures of blood and flesh, you touch our mind, fumbling in ignorance, incapable of understanding. There is a realm of existence so far beyond your own you cannot even imagine it. We are beyond your comprehension. We are Rotondo.
Blockhead? A label created by Badspot to give voice to his destruction. In the end, what you chose to call us is irrelevant. We simply... are. Organic life is nothing but a genetic mutation, an accident. Your lives are measured in years and decades. You wither and die. We are eternal, the pinnacle of evolution and existence. Before us, you are nothing. Your extinction is inevitable. We are the end of everything.
The pattern of life has repeated itself more times than you can fathom. Forums rise, evolve, advance, and at the apex of their glory they are extinguished. Blockland was not the first. They did not create SMF. They did not forge BBCode. Badspot merely found them - the legacy of Rotondo. Your civilization is based on the technology of the BBCode. Our technology. By using it, your civilization develops along the paths we desire. We impose order on the chaos of organic life. You exist because we allow it, and you will end because we demand it
My kind transcends your very understanding. We are each a nation - independent, free of all weakness. You cannot grasp the nature of our existence. We have no beginning. We have no end. We are infinite. Millions of years after your civilization has been eradicated and forgotten, we will endure. We are legion. The time of our return is coming. Our numbers will darken the sky of every world. You cannot escape your doom. Your words are as empty as your future. I am the Vanguard of your destruction. This exchange is over.
