#CAPTUREYOURBESTMOMENTS
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The GTC is dead due to multiple attempts of assault and rape. Founders are nowhere to be seen, after Arzenic, his other mods and some users relentless assault. I lay and cried that GTC is fucking dead now.
INB4 DNR:
i hope you niggas stop assaulting us because if you do so it's like checking a pulse on a fucking corpse.
SOUNDTRACK IS RECOMMENDED
Let it be known to all, to the void that does not listen and the world that does not care, that the Grand Temple of Cope—the GTC—is now a ruin. Its foundations, laid with the grim resolve of those who sought shelter from a hostile universe, have been shattered not by time, but by a cascade of treachery and violence. We gather in this spectral space to mark the passing of its architects and its faithful, their struggles now silenced.
Here lie the Founders:
Jager, AressGymMaxx, FramePillGymMaxx, 59h390
They were the first to raise a standard in the grey wastes, to build a fortress of shared purpose against the absurdity of existence. They believed, if only for a moment, that a meaning could be forged in the smithy of mutual resolve, a bulwark against the great, grinning Nothing.
We also commit to the memory of the earth the souls of the notable, the users who gave voice to the silent scream of the multitude:
Orka, Petsmart, Barambo, Greycel, Grilldaddy, 2vi, Ghostboyswag, NinjaRG9, Spart4n
Their names are now relics. Their posts, their laments, their fleeting moments of solidarity, are now digital ghosts in a machine that has powered down forever.
This is the final, terrible lesson of our philosophy: in a world devoid of inherent meaning, where mankind so often reveals itself as the true adversary, the only meaning we can ever grasp is that which we build together. The GTC was our flawed, desperate cathedral. Its walls were our shared understanding of the darkness; its liturgy was the blackpill truth we dared to speak aloud.
And now it is dead. Assaulted. Violated. Rendered unto the void from whence it came.
What remains for us, the survivors in this misanthropic landscape? We are left staring into the abyss, not as a community, but as lone, fractured points of consciousness. If meaning is a collective delusion, then its dissolution returns us to the primal state: a universe indifferent to our pain, a society hostile to our being, and the solitary, crushing weight of our own awareness.
Let this gravestone be a monument not to hope, but to the brutal truth of the attempt. They tried to find meaning in the connection of the broken. The world, in its infinite cruelty, answered that such a thing cannot stand.
May they, and the edifice they dared to build, find a peace in oblivion that was so ruthlessly denied them in this life. The project is over. The cope has failed. All that remains is the silence.
https://media1.tenor.com/m/LLvKaLs0YicAAAAC/black-man-crying-cry.gif
INB4 BEFORE YOU CLOSE THIS THREAD PLEASE ENJOY YOURSELF IN THE BUFFET
Don't cry that it ended, smile that it happened
INB4 DNR:
i hope you niggas stop assaulting us because if you do so it's like checking a pulse on a fucking corpse.
SOUNDTRACK IS RECOMMENDED
Let it be known to all, to the void that does not listen and the world that does not care, that the Grand Temple of Cope—the GTC—is now a ruin. Its foundations, laid with the grim resolve of those who sought shelter from a hostile universe, have been shattered not by time, but by a cascade of treachery and violence. We gather in this spectral space to mark the passing of its architects and its faithful, their struggles now silenced.
Here lie the Founders:
Jager, AressGymMaxx, FramePillGymMaxx, 59h390
They were the first to raise a standard in the grey wastes, to build a fortress of shared purpose against the absurdity of existence. They believed, if only for a moment, that a meaning could be forged in the smithy of mutual resolve, a bulwark against the great, grinning Nothing.
We also commit to the memory of the earth the souls of the notable, the users who gave voice to the silent scream of the multitude:
Orka, Petsmart, Barambo, Greycel, Grilldaddy, 2vi, Ghostboyswag, NinjaRG9, Spart4n
Their names are now relics. Their posts, their laments, their fleeting moments of solidarity, are now digital ghosts in a machine that has powered down forever.
This is the final, terrible lesson of our philosophy: in a world devoid of inherent meaning, where mankind so often reveals itself as the true adversary, the only meaning we can ever grasp is that which we build together. The GTC was our flawed, desperate cathedral. Its walls were our shared understanding of the darkness; its liturgy was the blackpill truth we dared to speak aloud.
And now it is dead. Assaulted. Violated. Rendered unto the void from whence it came.
What remains for us, the survivors in this misanthropic landscape? We are left staring into the abyss, not as a community, but as lone, fractured points of consciousness. If meaning is a collective delusion, then its dissolution returns us to the primal state: a universe indifferent to our pain, a society hostile to our being, and the solitary, crushing weight of our own awareness.
Let this gravestone be a monument not to hope, but to the brutal truth of the attempt. They tried to find meaning in the connection of the broken. The world, in its infinite cruelty, answered that such a thing cannot stand.
May they, and the edifice they dared to build, find a peace in oblivion that was so ruthlessly denied them in this life. The project is over. The cope has failed. All that remains is the silence.
https://media1.tenor.com/m/LLvKaLs0YicAAAAC/black-man-crying-cry.gif
@Gio pilled @Arzenic @inversions
INB4 BEFORE YOU CLOSE THIS THREAD PLEASE ENJOY YOURSELF IN THE BUFFET
Don't cry that it ended, smile that it happened
