Once upon there was a forum member you all assumed would amount to nothing more than a male prostitute selling his ass for cocaine. He always saw his forum as a group of malicious nostalgic presumptuous people, so he didn't miss them much. The root of all his problems was the place he lived, and who he lived with. Then those he lived with turned their backs on him, put him in jail for things he hadn't done. He got out quickly, found a place quickly, got a job quickly... Found a better job soon after.
Things changed drastically for him.
So I was right, you were wrong. I always knew I'd make it if I really laid everything on the line... People like Wolf-Bone who I was once close to, never believed any of my ideals could ever be a reality. I know when it's too good to be true, but so many were so busy wallowing in their own misery they could never imagine anything better. That was "too good to be true" to them.
So Now I return again. Can we clean the slate?
It's much more depressing than I had imagined seeing that you've destroyed yourselves in my absence, but I can't say I'm surprised...