Dear Old Friends of the Zone known as Hyperspace, Anyone That I Have Ever Had Fun With in this Zone, Anyone Who Believes That Fun Will Soon Be Restored To This Barren Wasteland, All That Abide By The Strict Code of The Turtle Story, All Of Those Who Know BrickWarp Is The Winner, And All Of My Internet Companions Across the Interweb, It has come to my attention that this zone is just a s!@#$%^&* of its old, glorious self. I climb into my spaceship every day after school, and depart for the zone I call home, Hockey Zone immediately, just because in my heart I know Hyperspace will let me down. It hurts me deep down on the inside level when I realize that our zone is just not a good experience anymore. I was recently floating above the battle scenes of the zone, conversing in my !@#$%^&*pit with my fellow internet chums about random things, which reminded me of the old days when we would sit in the spectator area, and share our stories and thoughts all night long. This is sad that while me, Mr. D. St0rt, Bo Mook, and Arnk K. Dylie conversed for over a half our, only about fifteen lines of bluechat had am!@#$%^&*ed. I looked deep inside my self, trying to figure out why this had happened to my beloved area of SubSpace spaceship piloting, and all I could find was my yearn to get into my brown colored F150 Truck device and drive down that road on a friday night.. But, as I sat there thinking, I realized that Mr. D. St0rt, Arnk K. Dylie, and Bo Mook had stopped responding to me. Nobody in this zone enjoys to conversate anymore, and I don't know why. Are all of the new players that bad that they can't carry on often humorous conversations with me? Or, is my sense of humor too harsh and extreme for a growing population of new spaceship pilots? I am not sure what to conclude, but I know that the time that I spend in Hyperspace saddens me more than world hunger, and I can't bring myself to realize that this zone will never be what it once was. I miss Shrop, Animate Dreams, Astro Prodigy, Muskrat whom I have played this game with for atleast six years and I appreciate his internet companionship more than anything, Protoman.exe, Lanvalkzomg, Charcoal, EdTheInvincible whom I used to fly with at five o'clock in the morning, and so many others that were just fun to talk with. Where have they gone? I miss you all dearly, I wish you would come back and have a long, lengthy yellow conversation with me. My life is nothing anymore, absolutely nothing but that neverending search for somebody to talk to. Sure, I am seven feet up in the air when I leave my computer chair, but that only gets you so far in life. I have so much knowledge and so many stories to p!@#$%^&* along to my peers, but you people just don't seem to want to listen. I want to bring back the fun to this barren wasteland that we call HyperSpace, but nobody else seems to want to help me with this conquest. That is ok, for I am the lone warrior that will pick up the torch and delve bravely into the dark, cold, uncharted waters that shield the fun from all of us. I will take my sword and I will vanquish whomever would seek to continue to bring a black cloud of blatant curse words, racism, and serious blabber that goes on in our precious, unappreciated blue text box. I am reaching out to you all as a human being that is spread eagle on the floor, cold and thirsty for the cool liquids of yellow chat fun times and late night stickam searching. I am hungry for the sweet fruits of friendly converse as I fly my spaceship. Just one more time in my life, I would like to illuminate everyone in spaces screens, brightening the life of all that I approach with a powerful POW! So, I am reaching out to you, my fellow spaceship pilots, please help me to restore this zone to prosperity. I regret not spending more time with my internet pals that do not seem to be able to find the time to log onto the interweb and converse with me anymore. Please, come back to me friends. I love you all like a fat kid loves cake. One last note, if you don't come back to me, I will hunt each and everyone of you down and beat you like you owe me money. Except for Nike and Lanvalk, whom I would kiss in a style that Clark Gable would have admired. Sincerely, Scarf Dot NL
