HISTORY
In the beginning, Toady created a whole mess of games, and it was good. He began to attract a community around himself, and for the purposes of communication, he did create a forum, in which he and his audience could mingle and interact, exchanging ideas, jokes, and stories from the lives and loves. It was good.
But then, the gathered mass of people who were so attracted to the interactive games of Toady did proclaim "lolz we need a place for which to make lolz and thingss11!11!!!" and Toady, being but the mere mortal that he was, did create such a refugee, and for a while, it was good, isolating and containing such persons, for much their own protection as ours.
But alas, we being mortals and thus imperfect, our vision was clouded. For we did not create a distant isle, but a seething pit. For within the walls of Various Nonsense did unrest and unintelligence begin to ferment and boil. Each new post beat the war drums, whipping the raw masses into a frenzy of idiocy, each bold new leap into darker and darker corner of inanity and foolishness merely inspiring their peers, it all building to one horrible crescendo of pornography and egotism. Their self-inflated views of superiority and self-worth did burst the walls of Various Nonsense, and it did spill into the world, bringing sadness and fear to all those who did behold it.
But then, in our darkest hour, when the congealed ooze and filth of their nonsense did pile around our necks and threatened to drown us all in that sticky, rancid mess, did one ray of hope emerge. The Toad, accompanied by the Lord Threetoe, did strike their piercing gaze into that black mass, and with it the sound of ten thousand screaming babies did strike back at them. But, unfazed, they continued their glare of reason and authority, and though it did take a while, soon the hordes did fade, retreat to their dark caves on the underside of the world, and whisper quietly to themselves that no, it was not their fault, no, it was that other guy.
Toady saw what he had created, and he wept. Thus he did proclaim across the land that Various Nonsense was forever to be banished from the forum, exiled into the dark corners of man's memory where it would forever dwell in shame.
And, for a while, it was good.
For Toady, although possessed by some mad and divine spark, was still a mere mortal. Whilst the banishing of VN did save the land for now, the remnants still eat away like cancerous growths, hidden in plain sight. You can still see them today, and one should do well to heed the seer's warning and turn not away from the grim tales struck by bards on those cold and lonely nights. For they are all around you - the talkers of nonsense, the offerers of inane advice, those who ask for said inane advice, the fool, the madman, those who allude to the pornographic arts, those who cling to some sort of feudal system, 11 year olds, the egoist, and more.
The end.
tl;dr VN is dead. It was not special. It was not great. It was a pit of retarded, mewling babies, and stroking your egos as if it was some past glory and fond period in the history of the forums is simply wrong. Get over it. It is gone. Do not try and drag us down to your level. Please attempt to drag yourselves up to ours. This history will simply lead to endless debate and flaming the fuels of feuds and times best forgotten.
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