It is a dark time for gaming. None thought it would come to this. For decades we had been a powerful undercurrent of society; never seen but always known. Our numbers were few, but we were legion. The few amongst us knew what lie beyond 999,999 points, but all of us knew up up...down down...left...(I need go no further).
But something had happened. Something that could never be undone. They had come. We don't know if it was the Geriatrics or the Alpha Mothers; it could have been the Simulation Petters. It doesn't matter who came first. Once we saw them they were all here and there was nothing that could be done. We were outnumbered. Many of us even tried to stop them. We held rallies until all hours of the night, congregating via Wi-Fi and the Broadband and decrying the presence of Teh Noobz!
But no one listened. Even amongst the once great Forums the power of the Softcore was unstoppable. And what were we to do? What could stop this madness? Many spoke of a man. A prophesied hero who would come to our aid. He had been here before, twice, and his third coming would signal an end of the Geriatric Alpha Petters...or the Gap as we learned to call them.
Sadly the Chief has long since gone and nothing can be done.
All we can hope for now is Teh Cell....but many have sworn it doesn't exist. But I have seen it...indeed, it is future-proof. All will once again return to the way it once was. Once again we will return to the shadows of our basements to thrive in secrecy as once before. Bless the Blue-Rays.
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