So I left this site for a good three years...

I was 13, and now I'm 16...

Pretty much everyone I knew has left, I feel like a lone survivor of some old regime.

After I left, I went into music, and had some of the best experiences of my life. I shared tender moments with the most amazing girls, had unforgettable laughs with my closest friends, wrote fun music, and made a name for myself in the Brony Community for my Fics.

However, not to say nothing bad happened. I was used as a toy of pleasure, and my parents split up, which was definitely the worst of it all.

And when I came back to this site after so long, I attempted to reconnect with my old cyber friends. Most of them have left, and very little remains of them, not so much as an echo of their presence remains, as the winds of cyber society quickly covered up the remains of the giants I used to know.

I can't begin to explain the odd emptiness I feel from all this. I left with no warning, no letter, no goodbye... I disappeared into myth, and ash never to be heard of for many years. And now I finally break my silence and visit the site once more... Very little has changed format wise, the grey scheme still remains, and the small banners, and the showy adverts, and the strangely organized update list.

It feels strangely like some sort of cyber home. I'm not retreating, as much as reconciling with old memories, and looking back in disgust at my old submissions and stories. And it fills some old hole, something not in my heart, maybe my soul.

If I could begin to explain my reason for returning, I would need to create new words, and still it would be hard. I legitimately am starting a new here, no one I knew is still here, and the site is emptier than ever before, the peak of this site ended shortly after I left and now all the fantastic submissions that used to be new, are nothing more than relics of an older, better time.

This site however, goes through Epochs, and I think it's going to hit another real soon.

So here's to new beginnings, and old friends, this is my call out to those of age old.

Hello.

Ground control to Major Tom, your circuits dead, there's something wrong.

Can you hear me Major Tom?