What is the opening? A question as vague as "What is life?" What is the opening? For months now the community has flourished under influence of hundreds of creative minds, pooling their imaginations to provide humor, intellect, culture, and general happiness. We believed in the success of this server, before it was even open. We knew the staff toiled away at the creation of a masterpiece never to be perfected. For our tastes shall never remain stagnant, and with our preferences, the sculpture shall change as well. A constant, changing river, where life and essence flows. A server where creativity and imagination can take form. A place where the hidden recesses of the mind can be projected for all to view. A place where secrets become art. What is the opening? Nostalgia. History. You recount upon past Mithrintia experiences and laugh with friends when you talk about how silly StefanLim or Ciel_Phantomhine were back in the day. You look upon past Pewgo-Insomnia times with disgust as you recall how much RockGeek trolled you. Or that one time someone crashed the server, forcing the flamin_scotsman to man the console. And as such, you shall recount the days of xboxelitepro's glorious curled moustache. Or Lol_u_Noob's glorious colored pencil drawings of Minecraft avatars. Perhaps upon release, you shall remember HippyBomb's kickoff stream. Maybe YouAintString shall make more Minecraft videos on his quest to obtain the highest building position of Athion. What is the opening? The opening represents the floodgates that blocks out the flowing river of time. A glorious rush of ecstasy, of being an important part of something greater. The people, concentrated, shall buzz around happily, like bees dancing in a honeycomb. The chat shall be a tsunami of candy and colors. Everyone will take everything for granted. We shall all be merry. And the staff shall sit back and smile at their work. They shall let the children play in the park. For the server is out playground, and we are its wonderful inhabitants. And maybe one day, in the far flung future, when sycoinc has moved onto being a multibillionare, and Stamog has turned into a Korean pop star, you will remember the first, beautiful, happy days of Athion. And when (if) your child starts playing Minecraft, you will be able to pat your child on the shoulder and say "You know, I was a part of one of the greatest creative servers ever in existence." Disclaimer: I'm not one of those jerks that says "Oh you must have a child!" I'm perfectly fine with you NOT having a child. You are entitled to your own life. Whether or not he/she cares is up to him/her to decide. But you will hold these memories of Athion deep in your heart for the rest of your life. And even though this opening may not seem like a significant part of your life to you, you will remember it forever. As a moment Of joy The clock is ticking... [HASHTAG]#descriptions[/HASHTAG]
i only crashed the server a only a few times then every blamed me for any other problems the server had lol #serverscapegoat and don't be so cynical about the past its a new server which means its full of new opportunity's and infinite possibility's its a fresh start for everyone remember the past but don't get dragged down because of it that will only lead to regret and missed chances I am totally talking from life experiences here brah
Our time has come The steps can be counted Every breath is held in anticipation Each man's heart thundering in his ear as loud as his footfalls; An earthquake for each As we trudge along the pearly steps Ragged and clumsy befit of the crawling masses But the Gods did not lie And as with every footfall do the eyes of every man, woman, and child widen, the inches are cut, one by one, in the rhythmic, yet cacophonous sounds of man, reminiscent of the ways of the world we leave behind But in our leaving, do we hold our memory of that first world in forgotten strands, and leave them to wither in time, as we ourselves do But the Gods did not lie "The Great Stair has no end..." they said, "There are no white gates." Yet both are within our sight, and every man, both the weary and the strong Weep on the inside at the beauty impossible; the weak-faced or warm-hearted giving one last tear for the world we now depart And while we near these white gates, made of twisting, incomprehensible shapes of grandeur, tucked among pink clouds in the glow of sunset, we remember: That the Gods did not lie, and our time has come. !!!!!!! WOOOOOOO!!!!!
I've never played on Pwego-Insomnia. I'm just going by what people are saying. Announcement: IF THE SERVER EVER CRASHES, BLAME IT ON ROCKGEEK! DEFINITELY NOT USING HIM AS A SCAPEGOAT OR ANYTHING! *evil plan intensifies*