*the speakers turn on for one, final time* Ladies and gentlemen... I don't know where my point stands anymore. I don't know whether to believe the old ways are back, or that they're dead. At this point in time, however? I finally realize what I have preached so long ago... Change is inevitable. And I guess I'm tired of trying to stop it... Tired of doing an admin's work... Tired of trying to stop flames/non RP fights... I'm just tired, that's all. Most of you new bloods don't actually know who I am. I won't be the one to tell you... You must ask another for that story. But now? You will remember me as the evil man who tried to make the Dojo fight itself... The older members? You will remember me as the pained man who tried to bring the old ways back... Either way, I've realized that I can't stop it. And for that, I apologize. Be it for my methods or lack of victory? I am sorry. Lieutenant Woodchuk is free to go at anytime he wishes. Any pain he remembers is of my fault... But it is ironic that he will remember the most of me and how I truly felt. Betrayed, but now? Helpless. Not to myself, but helpless to do anything outside of my little space of control. There won't be anymore memorials for me. No goodbyes, no final will or testament. Just memories, that's all. *the speakers turn off, and somehow you all know that they'll stay off*