[setanta]

Ok, it happened about 2 months ago. I visited this cold and dark room, where people painted graffiti on the walls and spoke to each other in code, a code that I was unfamiliar with but tried my best to decipher, while they spoke of all manner of filth and trivial things in a veiled attempt to extract love or companionship from one another.

Anyway, I tried, but apparently one particular person would not allow me into their clan - which, by the way, was never my reason for approaching them - and since then I have stared in awe at how they've managed to contain the masses on the site and control the entire forum in their own perculiar way.