Well look at it now, seems like your at the end of this, proverbial, road. You warned them, but that was an awful long time ago and its a different place now. You look down to your right and gaze upon the dishevled Fox-man next to you, his name now meaningless. Long ago you suggested to the the grand council that they should add an arguments page to the site. You knew at the time that this wouldn’t protect it, it would only delay the enivitable but you held out hope. They regected the Proposal. You gaze high and see the ruins of many before: the destroyed subarbs of the old community in the /mlp/ district of the hive city known as 4chan, next you spot the old ruins of the… Boo-rou? you believe it was already in dissary and decay by the time it was finally ended, next the r/community city it was great in the hayday before the long march of the clickers and the infernal gaze of ‘Reddit’ and finally you gaze back down here what down that great veiwing hill you now reside on. It was horrendus when the gaze of the world first rose on it, the foxman thought his old policy of send them to the colluseum, discord you believe it was called, would still work.
When they arrived in force his old policy fell apart fast to much hate and vitreal made it much alike the old… reddit? You don’t remember these names for these things anymore. As you continue on rembering certain events come back to you: the death of the owl, the cheeky one leaving for the replacement, the ball buster being crushed, the commentator being chased of the web entirely, the angry ripoff challenged an upsart getting both removed by the one next to you, the dissolution of the moderating council as they were over-run and more. You look to the foxman, both of you knew this would happen although he still seems somewhat disapointed as if he could’ve done more. Well the charges are almost ready to remove this place as you move to your new account, looks like it’ll carry you many miles.
Before you go you take one last glance at the foxman, a vigil of this wasteland. You know if he wishes to move on that he must choose a new alias as his current one has been disgraced. As you depart you wander, will you see the cheecky one at the new local. And with a quick glance in the rear view mirror you see the site go up ending at last its time here. You glance towards your right and see the old statues of a mascot, unity was its name ironic considering what would happen. you glance in the rearview mirror once more seeing a sign welcoming people to this place, goodbye fluffy community goodbye.