Post by Stearns

In the beginning, there was a vision.

A vision of a bright future. We thought we were so back.

Then we got dark mogged. They FUD-maxxed us. The timeline declared us cooked. It was, allegedly, over.

So we went back to the cave.

No noise. No glazing. No cope.

We locked tf in.

Hammer over fire. Steel on stone. Sharpening our tools. Forging in silence while they thought we were dead.

But we were never dead.

We were building.

Now, after a long winter in the cave, we have emerged.

The vision remains.

And we are so fucking back.