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I remember the first time I laid eyes on Blockland. I was little, uneducated. Didn't know a thing. Now I wish I didn't. Now I'm a regular. I'm stuck here. It's not good for me but I got nowhere else. Tumblr just isn't engaging. Discord is too new to be stable. Google plus...no. Not after the YouTube battle of '09. Too many scars. Lotta good men died. I got bad memories of everywhere else, and this place ain't different. I've seen it all. Changed me. I've taken hits. Made mistakes. Gone where I shouldn't. I can't stand half the people here, and neither can the puppetmaster. Every ban feels like a sniper's .50 BMG wizzing by my head to hit some dumb bastard behind me. Lynchings, seen them. Some new bout of drama every day. Makes me wonder when it'll be my turn.
War never changes...
