Post by Mario the black knight on Dec 27, 2007 16:28:39 GMT -5
Like a cyber virus that crushes the entire world, except is isn't gay and fake. My greatness is unprecedented, no man, woman or God has ever made 2,000 posts on any groovy forum. I have left every poster in my dust. I account for almost 1/4 of this entire forum's posts. And every post is greatness. I am an unstoppable being and I am like a savior to all good posters in the world. A savior and a destroyer. All things wicked are destroyed, and all things holy and great are saved. From the mention of the name "Chicken is the shit", to the mention of the "PD loser disfest" All the way to the mention of the Rainbow Flower, My name and feats are synonymous with greatness.
I was brought into this world by my sensei and one of the few men that is considered better than me. I was conceived actually over the phone. Tim was discussing forums with me and telling me how they worked. He made reference to a place he called PD. I didn't really understand it but I just knew there were a ton of faggots there and somehow, someday I would make fun of a lot of them. While I was still in the proverbial womb, I had no computer, no internet, no real access to most of the real world. There also seemed there was never gonna be a chance that I would ever see the light of day because of my humble monetary standing. The first thing I remember about forums at this time was a certain time where two characters named Fullmetal and Chrizz arguing with each other somewhere.
Then came the day during another phone call where Tim mentioned something he called the Groovy forums. There was also a situation where I would be going to Tyler's house for a weekend, and he had internet access. He in school the week before said weekend gave me a small slip of paper with the URL of the Groovy forums and told me to join while I was there. I was a bit skeptical about the whole idea, because of the fact that I had never done anything like this before. But when I got to Tylers house, and the time arose where we weren't really doing anything, I decided I might as well try it.
Signing into my first internet related account was certainly an interesting experience. My typing skills were far below sub par at best. It was One-finger-search-and-destroy-method v 0.1 I actually posted in this method for quite a long period of time into my career. I also had no real experience with any form of internet, so understanding how things worked was a challenge. I put the URL into the box, that I could handle, but after that I needed a bit of help from Tyler. When I attempted registration, I found that I actually needed an E-mail address to get in. I didn't have an E-mail address obviously, so I needed to use Tyler's. So anyone who checks Groovy1 will actually see my E-mail address is actually different there from all my other accounts anywhere, because it's Tyler's account. I officially registered my account at 10:59 PM on the 13th of July, 2005. I looked around for a while and laughed at a few things, but no one was around, so I didn't bother posting anything. I went to bed at around 1 am and work up nice and late. I ate a nice breakfast and chilled out for a while, Then around noon we got hungry again. Lisa, Tyler's mom, Left some food for us, namely a package of Italian spiced breaded pre-cooked chicken. So I took it and stuck it in the oven to warm it up. During that time I decided to sign in on groovy to see if anything was going on, Tim and some guy named Devil were there, posting stuff, so I decided I would make a thread. But what should I make the thread about? While I was thinking, I looked up at the clock and saw that my chicken was done, So I took it out and ate it. It was good. Really good. some might even call it, the Shit. So after I sat back down at the computer, it hit me. And thus the legacy and the man himself in a way were born. After I got home from Tyler's, I called Tim. The first words out of his mouth when he picked up the phone were "That was amazing". We discussed everything that had happened and how everyone had loved my performance. I was starting to like the whole Idea of the internet. But alas I was stuck in the Stone age once again, once I returned to my house.
Time passed. Lots of time passed. What seemed like an eternity. Then in late December mom got in a car accident, a small one, but enough of one to get a settlement, $5,000. With that, we talked mom into getting us a computer with the internet. It was the best thing that had ever happened to me. After Christmas we went to the mall and picked out the Dell XPS 400 Desktop computer, State of the art when be bought it. We got it in about a month and had the internet set up around the last week in January of '06.
I had called Tim when I found out I was getting a computer and he was almost excited as I was. He knew of my abilities and wanted to see my greatness put to work. Groovy1 was retired by this time and he was building the prospect of a new site, Pokedream. He described the site to me and I honestly thought he was posting with a huge group of losers. I figured it was my mission to lay ruin to these losers. So in the month before I had the internet, I had Tim give me reconnaissance on everyone to know who my targets would be. I decided my big target would be a giant faggot named Chrizz. I had heard whispers of his faggottry since the early ages. He had already become something of a running joke between me and Tim anyway about him being a gangsta kid from Wisconsin.
The day of fate came. We finally had the internet on the computer and I was ready to give birth to another legacy. Tim was actually at my house when I first joined. I had remember how to make accounts so this one wasn't much of a struggle. Tim wanted to make sure the members that were around were perfect for my thread idea, the pd loser disfest. When Tim saw that good members were on, he let me on and I did my thing. It was in the evening in January. I remember a lot about that night. I remember exactly how the beginning of the thread went. My first post in the thread was "Stop playin pokemon, there's a black man in the house". The first response was by Eve, she said "black people.." After that, Tim wanted me to go after her for posting a lot, but I went easy because she seemed nice. We ended up having fun with it. Then my mark showed itself. Chrizz said something gay like "What up nigga, you puffin dat" or something like that. I went after him for being a kraka from Wisconsin, he tried putting up a fight, but I bitchified him in the grandest of ways. That's when THE post happened. I crushed and utterly destroyed Chrizz, everything he stood for, and every single one of his arguments in one incredible display of absolute greatness. That posts power in my mind started and drove the Golden age. The responses afterword made this clear. The rest of that thread was greatness. Definitely would have been archived.
My first week on PD was pretty much that. It was like I was some sort of hero, it was quite amazing. I lead a few more battles on PD, while keepin my pimp cool. I shook the place down whenever I felt like it, I did whatever I needed to do to keep that great feeling going. It was easily the best time of my entire life. The purge then brought us all back to my birthplace. I remember the first day of the purge. Usually I would talk to Tim at the door in front of the school before I got on the bus to go home, but that day Tim rushed out of the building. He just told me to get on PD at home as quick as I could, something was happening. I wasn't sure what, but during the bus ride I got ready for anything. We all know what happened after that. That stay on groovy was a good one that really defined the groovy we all know today. It was the first time I had ever tasted mod power. And it was powerful indeed. I learned the ways of moderating and modifying quickly and used their power in greater ways than had ever been seen before. It was pretty amazing.
Soon after all that had burned off, other fire burned. On Groovy I had learned what true quality was. And I started to see who was good and bad. Around this time CA popped up on the Radar. I really saw her for the shitty poster and total bitch that she really was. I started to unleash my rage on her. Some people really disagreed with my actions, while others actually suprized me and cheered me on. Through certain means, I discovered that I had a whole army backing me so I took on the task. they at times tried to stop me, but at times I was hard to control. I would make outbursts at times they felt were tactically bad, but I just couldn't help myself. I had no communication with these people so I had no way of knowing what they were up to. Then came the big bang. One day she was annoying me so much so that I just had to blow up. With the way I did it, I was sorta worried that I would piss off the resistance. Fortunately for me, I happened to pick the day that they were going to launch a full on offensive anyway. I basically used their cause to my advantage to crush my adversary. Dae Joyoung quality tactics in my opinion.
After this battle, I was tired, of pretty much everything on PD. I kept myself busy doing other stuff, making PD a secondary stop. Things went slowly for a while. The whole summer was still one of the best summers in my life, if not the best. It was just a nice time for me. I didn't really have PD, but I had plenty of other really good things.
Time kept on slippin-slippin-slippin, then came November 2006. I went from the best time in my whole life to my very worst. Everything in my world turned ass backwards and everything went so terrible. I lost the internet to top everything off. I got depressed. Reaaaaallyy depressed. I lost a lot of weight, I slept almost constantly just to get my mind off of things, everything was terrible. Time ticked like an eternity. Days passed. weeks passed. Months passed. I had no idea how to handle it all. Then Dylan let me on his computer. we had been hanging out a lot because it was the only thing that would really keep me sane. Having someone to talk to was nice again. During the first few months, I had spent a lot of time alone. I didn't eat much, I laid around a lot just being depressed, it was horrible. But with Dylan, I had a friend again, and then he let me borrow his computer sometimes and things got better, I started to feel like I had hope. My first return was April 1st, 2007. I was disgusted by what I had found. I thought I had the ability to fight it off, but everyone Let the place fell apart. Fags had taken over. And everyone expected me to clean up their mess. I tried for a while, a good long while. I was even giving mod powers but after a while after I was demodded I figured "Fuck this" and quit. The mess everyone made wasn't my problem. It was their mess, the least they could have done was help me out, not turn their backs on me. After all the shit that happened, Tim decided to make Groovy4, my current home.
It was made to make up for how shitty PD had become. I came because I figured it could only be an improvement, and no faggots were coming. At first, I didn't know how long this Groovy would last with all the pressure on everything. The Golden age was long gone and I was pretty sure the whole society was going to collapse. I went along with it and everything was great. Very great. I figured everything would just stay the way it was, everyone was posting again and the quality was almost golden age quality at times. but alas, people turned their backs on this place once again and I was left alone. I made the decision that I won't ever return to PD. I've decided that whole ship has basically sunk and only a total miracle to save it. I've been here for the past few months with a few visitors and I'm OK with this pretty much. DMO is a major flourishing craze here. It has been a major theme for this particular groovy. This is by far the best groovy and it will remain my home.
I'd do more, but damn, I've spent most of my day making this post.
I was brought into this world by my sensei and one of the few men that is considered better than me. I was conceived actually over the phone. Tim was discussing forums with me and telling me how they worked. He made reference to a place he called PD. I didn't really understand it but I just knew there were a ton of faggots there and somehow, someday I would make fun of a lot of them. While I was still in the proverbial womb, I had no computer, no internet, no real access to most of the real world. There also seemed there was never gonna be a chance that I would ever see the light of day because of my humble monetary standing. The first thing I remember about forums at this time was a certain time where two characters named Fullmetal and Chrizz arguing with each other somewhere.
Then came the day during another phone call where Tim mentioned something he called the Groovy forums. There was also a situation where I would be going to Tyler's house for a weekend, and he had internet access. He in school the week before said weekend gave me a small slip of paper with the URL of the Groovy forums and told me to join while I was there. I was a bit skeptical about the whole idea, because of the fact that I had never done anything like this before. But when I got to Tylers house, and the time arose where we weren't really doing anything, I decided I might as well try it.
Signing into my first internet related account was certainly an interesting experience. My typing skills were far below sub par at best. It was One-finger-search-and-destroy-method v 0.1 I actually posted in this method for quite a long period of time into my career. I also had no real experience with any form of internet, so understanding how things worked was a challenge. I put the URL into the box, that I could handle, but after that I needed a bit of help from Tyler. When I attempted registration, I found that I actually needed an E-mail address to get in. I didn't have an E-mail address obviously, so I needed to use Tyler's. So anyone who checks Groovy1 will actually see my E-mail address is actually different there from all my other accounts anywhere, because it's Tyler's account. I officially registered my account at 10:59 PM on the 13th of July, 2005. I looked around for a while and laughed at a few things, but no one was around, so I didn't bother posting anything. I went to bed at around 1 am and work up nice and late. I ate a nice breakfast and chilled out for a while, Then around noon we got hungry again. Lisa, Tyler's mom, Left some food for us, namely a package of Italian spiced breaded pre-cooked chicken. So I took it and stuck it in the oven to warm it up. During that time I decided to sign in on groovy to see if anything was going on, Tim and some guy named Devil were there, posting stuff, so I decided I would make a thread. But what should I make the thread about? While I was thinking, I looked up at the clock and saw that my chicken was done, So I took it out and ate it. It was good. Really good. some might even call it, the Shit. So after I sat back down at the computer, it hit me. And thus the legacy and the man himself in a way were born. After I got home from Tyler's, I called Tim. The first words out of his mouth when he picked up the phone were "That was amazing". We discussed everything that had happened and how everyone had loved my performance. I was starting to like the whole Idea of the internet. But alas I was stuck in the Stone age once again, once I returned to my house.
Time passed. Lots of time passed. What seemed like an eternity. Then in late December mom got in a car accident, a small one, but enough of one to get a settlement, $5,000. With that, we talked mom into getting us a computer with the internet. It was the best thing that had ever happened to me. After Christmas we went to the mall and picked out the Dell XPS 400 Desktop computer, State of the art when be bought it. We got it in about a month and had the internet set up around the last week in January of '06.
I had called Tim when I found out I was getting a computer and he was almost excited as I was. He knew of my abilities and wanted to see my greatness put to work. Groovy1 was retired by this time and he was building the prospect of a new site, Pokedream. He described the site to me and I honestly thought he was posting with a huge group of losers. I figured it was my mission to lay ruin to these losers. So in the month before I had the internet, I had Tim give me reconnaissance on everyone to know who my targets would be. I decided my big target would be a giant faggot named Chrizz. I had heard whispers of his faggottry since the early ages. He had already become something of a running joke between me and Tim anyway about him being a gangsta kid from Wisconsin.
The day of fate came. We finally had the internet on the computer and I was ready to give birth to another legacy. Tim was actually at my house when I first joined. I had remember how to make accounts so this one wasn't much of a struggle. Tim wanted to make sure the members that were around were perfect for my thread idea, the pd loser disfest. When Tim saw that good members were on, he let me on and I did my thing. It was in the evening in January. I remember a lot about that night. I remember exactly how the beginning of the thread went. My first post in the thread was "Stop playin pokemon, there's a black man in the house". The first response was by Eve, she said "black people.." After that, Tim wanted me to go after her for posting a lot, but I went easy because she seemed nice. We ended up having fun with it. Then my mark showed itself. Chrizz said something gay like "What up nigga, you puffin dat" or something like that. I went after him for being a kraka from Wisconsin, he tried putting up a fight, but I bitchified him in the grandest of ways. That's when THE post happened. I crushed and utterly destroyed Chrizz, everything he stood for, and every single one of his arguments in one incredible display of absolute greatness. That posts power in my mind started and drove the Golden age. The responses afterword made this clear. The rest of that thread was greatness. Definitely would have been archived.
My first week on PD was pretty much that. It was like I was some sort of hero, it was quite amazing. I lead a few more battles on PD, while keepin my pimp cool. I shook the place down whenever I felt like it, I did whatever I needed to do to keep that great feeling going. It was easily the best time of my entire life. The purge then brought us all back to my birthplace. I remember the first day of the purge. Usually I would talk to Tim at the door in front of the school before I got on the bus to go home, but that day Tim rushed out of the building. He just told me to get on PD at home as quick as I could, something was happening. I wasn't sure what, but during the bus ride I got ready for anything. We all know what happened after that. That stay on groovy was a good one that really defined the groovy we all know today. It was the first time I had ever tasted mod power. And it was powerful indeed. I learned the ways of moderating and modifying quickly and used their power in greater ways than had ever been seen before. It was pretty amazing.
Soon after all that had burned off, other fire burned. On Groovy I had learned what true quality was. And I started to see who was good and bad. Around this time CA popped up on the Radar. I really saw her for the shitty poster and total bitch that she really was. I started to unleash my rage on her. Some people really disagreed with my actions, while others actually suprized me and cheered me on. Through certain means, I discovered that I had a whole army backing me so I took on the task. they at times tried to stop me, but at times I was hard to control. I would make outbursts at times they felt were tactically bad, but I just couldn't help myself. I had no communication with these people so I had no way of knowing what they were up to. Then came the big bang. One day she was annoying me so much so that I just had to blow up. With the way I did it, I was sorta worried that I would piss off the resistance. Fortunately for me, I happened to pick the day that they were going to launch a full on offensive anyway. I basically used their cause to my advantage to crush my adversary. Dae Joyoung quality tactics in my opinion.
After this battle, I was tired, of pretty much everything on PD. I kept myself busy doing other stuff, making PD a secondary stop. Things went slowly for a while. The whole summer was still one of the best summers in my life, if not the best. It was just a nice time for me. I didn't really have PD, but I had plenty of other really good things.
Time kept on slippin-slippin-slippin, then came November 2006. I went from the best time in my whole life to my very worst. Everything in my world turned ass backwards and everything went so terrible. I lost the internet to top everything off. I got depressed. Reaaaaallyy depressed. I lost a lot of weight, I slept almost constantly just to get my mind off of things, everything was terrible. Time ticked like an eternity. Days passed. weeks passed. Months passed. I had no idea how to handle it all. Then Dylan let me on his computer. we had been hanging out a lot because it was the only thing that would really keep me sane. Having someone to talk to was nice again. During the first few months, I had spent a lot of time alone. I didn't eat much, I laid around a lot just being depressed, it was horrible. But with Dylan, I had a friend again, and then he let me borrow his computer sometimes and things got better, I started to feel like I had hope. My first return was April 1st, 2007. I was disgusted by what I had found. I thought I had the ability to fight it off, but everyone Let the place fell apart. Fags had taken over. And everyone expected me to clean up their mess. I tried for a while, a good long while. I was even giving mod powers but after a while after I was demodded I figured "Fuck this" and quit. The mess everyone made wasn't my problem. It was their mess, the least they could have done was help me out, not turn their backs on me. After all the shit that happened, Tim decided to make Groovy4, my current home.
It was made to make up for how shitty PD had become. I came because I figured it could only be an improvement, and no faggots were coming. At first, I didn't know how long this Groovy would last with all the pressure on everything. The Golden age was long gone and I was pretty sure the whole society was going to collapse. I went along with it and everything was great. Very great. I figured everything would just stay the way it was, everyone was posting again and the quality was almost golden age quality at times. but alas, people turned their backs on this place once again and I was left alone. I made the decision that I won't ever return to PD. I've decided that whole ship has basically sunk and only a total miracle to save it. I've been here for the past few months with a few visitors and I'm OK with this pretty much. DMO is a major flourishing craze here. It has been a major theme for this particular groovy. This is by far the best groovy and it will remain my home.
I'd do more, but damn, I've spent most of my day making this post.
It should go on the Wiki.
