I'm embarassed to say this, but I was part of the reason some of them got closed. Forgive me.
I'll try my hardest to stay cool with everyone on there from now on.
Something something something, but I never believed you had any real malice towards anyone who got the game and was just having fun too.
I met her, fifteen years ago; I was told there was nothing left; no reason, no conscience, no understanding; and not even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, of good or evil, right or wrong. I met this cow, with this blank, pale, emotionless face, and the blackest eyes... the devil's eyes. I spent eight years trying to reach her, and then another seven trying to keep her locked up because I realized that what was living behind that cow's eyes was purely and simply... evil.
The Game Section is like a special needs program. It's there to keep those unable to integrate into society busy. It is less about social interaction and more of a place where people who's opinions are meaningless can hang out and still feel like they are wearing big boy pants. It's sad, yet exciting because you know that someone choking on a Lego is just moments away. These people are bland, unable to say anything entertaining and they dwell in the ghetto of BD.