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it's like walking into a crack house

you leave it for a few years, think it would just be abandoned or gone

but then you look in

and see a few sickly people wrapped in moldy blankets or ranting at a dust caked lamp, fake arguing like the three stooges in this decrepit dump, forgotten, deep in nowhere, our words echoing to no one

This little club situated in the ruins of the afterbirth of the heydays of Newgrounds, once a proud obelisk of rot, now the cracked, bony corpse of a parody. Somehow, a pointless, moistureless energy survives, no longer eligible to even be called a blight on society because we're so far from it

The autistic, schizophrenic little brother of iniquity's den.

Producing nothing

Bothering no one

Not Technically Dead.

[KK]