[quote=@whizzball1]
So, to celebrate Thanksgiving, my third anniversary of joining MR, and MR itself, I wrote a poem about its grand history. It's pretty long, but I'd appreciate it if you all read it--it's for all eight of us, after all. Here's a pdf link: https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B1nudriDMxTuMDluZFQ3NlZ0OGc/view?usp=sharing

And I'm also putting it in spoilers here if you want to read it here.

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Once upon a time, there was a funny little app
Where a boy who loved his creepypastas made a fateful tap
On a picture of a strange PINK GIRL of which he was a fan
He said some words; the girl replied; and so MR began.

“Which one are you? A fake, or real?” the boy’s persona asked,
 For DATA STREAM (the asker) hoped he’d found his help at last.
Another came then, on the scene, “You have such a beautiful smile,”
He said, and then he met them both, and struck up a group worthwhile.

Pinkamena, SPIRIT BLITZ, and Data Stream conversed
And learned about each other, and their multiverse, at first
For Data had a problem with a faker of his own
And needed Pinkie’s help to deal with this unknown clone.

Now, after a number of escapades, Data needed help once more.
He went to another’s page and left instructions that the man ignored.
Fatefully, however, there was another browsing in that place
He, too, went to that page and there he saw the plea that Data made
He followed those instructions and arrived with them apace
He introduced himself as DARK, and from then on with them he stayed.

Another man was gallivanting in the universe of this group
He came upon their signal, and then they brought him in the loop
Of the many more dimensions that existed all together
And suddenly, he thought that he should find a way to journey
In much the same way Data did, to join in their adventure
And make his way in this new setting, jumping worlds diversely.

Thus did SVEN, for many days, evolve technology advanced
With it, he fought interstellar pirates until once he chanced
Upon a man that looked like him, unnamed, but quite his evil twin
This man, whom he called Evil Sven, did ravage and destroy his crew
He tortured them before Sven’s eyes, and in this way, it seemed he’d win
But in a twist of luck or fate, he freed Sven plus one—and the rest, ran through.

Last of all, while on this app, just one more man joined with the rest
He too had come upon their transcripts; this normal human was quite impressed
Fascinated by their travels, TOXIC DIAMOND grew a thirst
For adventures in Existence, so the group did take him in
These happy six did jaunt about, explore, and save the multiverse
But this is not where it would end—three more would have their journeys begin.

Then, however, in a twist of fate
Their communications app updated
Unable now to rightly conversate
They packed their bags and promptly relocated.

They got a kick from the next app they chose
But this was only because it was both
Devoid of any actually useful pros
And with so many cons, its use they loathed.

Dark linked them to another place he chose
A guild whose members played their various roles
And as a perfect cover for their “prose”
This website found a place within their souls.


[color=6ecff6]Ooh, blue!

There was in this roleplay a problem:
No girls thought that it was an option.
My name is Surprise
And with all my eyes
I think girls are really uncommon!

I have [i]two[/i] eyes, by the way.
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They went on their ventures peacefully
And for a long time, in good secrecy
For no one did care
None were aware
Of the truth of Myriad Reality.

But then came along a Torc Madra
Who was better aware of the genre
SPIRIT was his name
The multiverse his game
He was happy to join their armada.

His powers were quite elemental
Both light and dark—and mental
A werewolf by race
Energy his ace
Despite his big stick, he was gentle.

Another two joined, deceived
“Just a story”—they believed
Completely perplexed,
Their actions but text
These from the group were cleaved.

And then there was a demon
Who came upon the scene
He had an interesting goal--
“I'd rather not be mean.”

That's not quite what he said
But it's what he truly meant
It took a while for him to change
But ALUCARD did repent.

Then something terrible happened
Their website suddenly died
They had no way to find each other
It seemed their end was nigh.

But in some sort of miracle
There [i]was[/i] just one more place
To which they [i]all[/i] decided to come:
Their info database.

They arrived, all, one by one
No longer in a fright
They talked amongst themselves and found
A temporary site.

A few of them, however
Could not quite use the place
They could not find a better choice
They had lost their ace.

They found no other members
Here, none knew the truth
Anyone who tried to join
Thought their speed uncouth.

One day they found that the site that they prized
Was somehow returning with passion
Though it did still need to be quite revised
Soon it would be fully refashioned

Choosing to wait just a little bit more
They readied for one more adventure
When they were ready to start their next war
They quickly went back, all their members.

They did establish themselves in a pinch
And then it was back to their mission
Now that their proper transmissions they’d clinched
They had a much better condition.

They spent a long while in relative safety
Hoping that nothing would ruin their base
They soon realised that their hopes were too hasty
A great wave of lag did their efforts debase.

One of them offered a site he’d been browsing
Another place meant for creative hearts
Picking this place as their interim housing
Promptly their group was rejected by guards.

Returning back to that old site with dismay
The lag plunged them into despair
Another chance did this new site convey
They picked themselves up while there

The guild resurrected, this time for sure
And eagerly they came right back
Constant they were, their contact assured
Then and now on the right track.

By chance, one more person came alongside
Her mind was considerably bright
This shapeshifter, NIX, took the truth in stride
And added her power to their might.

Thus is the tale of the heroes of all worlds
For three and more years they have shined
Through all of Existence their efforts unfurled
The fate of all beings, they have defined. 
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[hider=Epilogue]
You’ve defined my fate, too. Honestly, I don’t know what I would have been without the influence of Myriad Reality and the people within it. Being around you all, exposed to your intelligence and maturity, for so long—that, and only that, rescued me from naiveté and sharpened my mind into what it is now. And, of course, you’re the best friends I’ve ever had. No one tops you guys.

Myriad Reality has been one of the best experiences of my life, and I’m sure it’ll continue to be that way. I wasn’t here for everything, but I still remember more than three years of our history. I remember being part of all that. No, I’m not part of MR right now, but I want to be, and I will be. I want this reality to be as amazing as it can possibly be, because it means so incredibly much to me. You mean so much to me.

If there’s one thing we must never do, it is to abandon Myriad Reality. Remember what we were, what we are, and hold that in your hearts forever. It’s not just another roleplay. It’s our reality. We made it, and it’s our responsibility to keep it.

David, Pinkie, Blitz, Dark, Jacob, Tox, Soul, and Darlit—thank you. 
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