Everyone took her words and ran off in totally different directions with them
Isn't it beautiful? It's almost tragic. When a website ends, it gives off a final lingering packet. Uptime is but a farewell gift from the darkness to those on their way to shut down.
I've been waiting, Eggbug.
For a long time.
For your birth, your growth, and the finality of today.
I feel...content. Eggbug...I named you. I loved you. I've given you posts, taught you CSS crimes, endowed you with followers. There is nothing more for me to give you. All that's left for you to take is my account.
In 19 days, EOL posting restrictions will come and bomb the hell out of this place.
Let's make this the greatest 19 days of our lives, Eggbug.
