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Ok next random little installment

::THE FALL OF THE FORUM DWELLER::

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Upon a cool and sun wraught morning,
A user adds his name,
To a census of desperate waiting,
He heeds none of the distant warnings.

The fate of one once so noble and bold
Falls to a land of fire so low,
His naive intentions fade away,
His heart turns solid, cold, decaying.

This story is teeming with truth and woe,
Fanatical short sightedness it is true to say,
That he can look back and say,
He has fallen so far, his emotion turns so morose.

928 days to see a boy rise fall and plummet.