[center][i]The coming month... was disastrous...

What was to be a grand, much needed return to the crossover name, had gone silent once more. The future, for the poor souls in the interest thread, went bleak. Horrors appeared in terrible forms. Starvation began among its community, and with it, virtual cannibalism. First was Eemmtt. Second was Rick Sanchez. And as this horrific interest thread receded back into the abyss, it only appeared on the first page time and time again with a new member or two. Sadly, they would not experience the joy of a new roleplay, but the endless waiting for a GM never to come. Their leader prioritized life over forum roleplays. The savage. And as the roleplay wheezed its last breath, a man stood.

The Salmon.

With undying courage and sexiness, he marched down the streets of the interest thread. He rallied his fellow roleplayers with words a wonder: "We are a community of writers!" he announced, "And who is [b]someone[/b] to create the paper for us, only to take it away? I say down with the [b]Bunny,[/b] and up with [b]Salmon![/b]" And because Salmon's words were so inspiring and charismatic and beautiful and influential, his fellow roleplayers stood with him. They marched down the streets of the interest thread together, with a movement of justice. No more would they wait! No more would they starve! No more, would they die! They would create terrible fan-fic pairings, like Frog Babe and Maya Fey! They would have King Knight running for mayor, and have Salmon completely butcher his personality! They would try to wing a story so forced and sickly, that it would make the original creators of these characters cry! And as their glorious fishy leader banged on the doors of their gummy betrayer, he could only call out one thing:

"We will write once more! We will [b]live[/b] once more!"[/i][/center]