[b]I enter the dojo, clearly feeling festive. I look into all the people partying in front of me.[/b] Ahah, well done on getting this place to fifty thousand hits! Everyone deserves a round of applause! [b]I draw forth the silver edge from my back, twirling it in my hands.[/b] But pray tell me: how in the world did you get here? Such a milestone couldn't have been done by just a few friends who whittle away their lives in a chat room... [b]I slash my blade through a can of Mountain Dew, twirling the can's contents like a ribbon through the air.[/b] Surely, it couldn't have happened with all the flame that arose from petty squabbles that started outside of these walls. It couldn't have added to the total when the thirst of female RPers first stepped inside. [b]I pause, letting the beverage drop to the ground. I slash then again at a glass of whiskey, taking the alcohol and distributing it evenly off of the tip of my sword.[/b] And it [i]certainly[/i] didn't happen from all the ragequiting and character killing that happens as a result of godmodders or just pure boredom. [b]The liquid again drops to the ground, as I point my sword towards a worn set of gear: Cobalt's old uniform.[/b] It happened because of people like him. People who, despite your ignorant wars of attrition and hostility to those who sought to form their own rules, still prevailed as RolePlayers with [i]honor![/i] [b]I lower my weapon, visibly depressed.[/b] But ignorance and hostility have taken the grandest of tolls on this once-proud place! And where venerable duelers once fought, I see only you: pigs flanked by massive paper armies and myriads of flimsy alliances. The dojo was raised by men of virtue, left by them for the seeds of the future, only to be reclaimed by pathetic children. [b]I smirk as I raise my hands up high, and shout.[/b] [i]So come then, ladies and gentlemen! Come all you self-proclaimed heroes and two-dimensional villains! Permit me one last time to show you all what it means to be a True RolePlayer![/i] [b]The power shuts down, but the skies grow illuminated with fireworks of a serious kind. [/b] [i]Let the real party begin.[/i]