Oxide walked through the dark streets of the forum. The vast city, designed in a terrifying Gothic style, pierced his heart with its sharp peaks, growing from enormous castles. And this pain forced him to think about who he was and what place he occupied in this kingdom, built on the bones of ancient gods. And he wanted to be on their list! On the list of these gods, whose names were inscribed in every ancient brick. Though he himself was considered a titan who had seen many eras, it so happened that he always remained a phantom. He remains so now. But some mysterious force within him pushes him forward, compelling him to participate in the life of this place, to write himself into history. Who knows, perhaps some mysterious god possessed his avatar to accomplish something great, yet unfinished? Or is he simply one of those adventurers who prowl in search of something they themselves know nothing about? Looking at them, you always wonder: aren't they all united by the fact that they all seek the same thing? Perhaps something chthonic and mysterious, a kind of "monolith" that beckons. I'll leave that to your own contemplation, as these are all just myths. Most likely, everyone has their own goals in this endless adventure.
The forum was filled with all sorts of chthonic entities. One phenomenon stood out in particular: small, unnoticeable ghosts appearing only to cry into the abyss: "Looking for a friend!" and then vanishing forever. No one knows whether they found friends or not, but together they form a gigantic choir singing the same endless symphony. Another notable feature are the servers. Some adventurers, whose souls are more powerful than those seeking a friend, create their own worlds, which fill the multidimensional forum space like stars. Some shine brighter than others, but overall, they are mere uniform bubbles in the local multiverse of servers located right within the forum. In general, forum worlds come in a huge variety of forms: from YouTube channels to Discord servers.
The forum's local tragedy is the questioning spirits. An endless stream of suffering, they seek solutions to their problems, turning to the gods and powerful spirits with hope. Often, the gods respond, but often even they are powerless to help this ocean of martyrs.
A significant landmark is the forum chat, created by an ancient deity, now practically dead. It concentrates all forum uniformity within itself, appearing as a gigantic monument, the tallest and most prominent building of them all.
Demons fly through this vast, multidimensional space: from petty miscreants to aggressive trolls. Sometimes, truly terrifying creatures can be found among them: server crashers. They can destroy entire worlds with a single swing! Their power terrifies those without magical protection.
In contrast to the demons, there are the god-moderators. They are few in number, but they represent such powerful higher forces that they shake the entire multidimensional space of the forum. Their banhammer can crush anyone, even a legend or an activist. They won't hesitate to use it against even the most minor offenders, but some lucky ones manage to escape this fate. Above the moderators stands only the mysterious King – the Sleeping Absolute.
But do you know what's special about our hero? This pain, these thoughts about his place, were somewhere else in his personality, just like this majestic Gothic architecture and everything that fills the forum. Oxide tried to see not those sharp, dark castles and buildings, not those streets filled with darkness, but bright palaces, beautiful facades adorning themes, and a bright sky above, affirming hope for the users. And most importantly, he saw a triumph of goodness, mutual aid, and reason! But the true form always surfaced, so Oxide was constantly divided in two, and he didn't know what to do.
Oxide had quite a wealth of local holdings: YouTube, Discord, and even a Minecraft server. He wanted to expand the boundaries of his empire, but it seemed the forum had its own opinion on the matter. The forum favors uniformity! Only a select few are granted the right to stand out and shine.
Oxide was searching for a thread asking for help. The more he helped, the greater the chance of regaining the place he had once lost—the place of Activist. It gives you the right to rise to a certain level, to stand out from the darkness. Oxide felt a charge of strength and self-confidence behind this place.
Oxide didn't notice how he'd entered the territory of one of these threads. Suddenly, someone grabbed him by the shoulder. Our hero thought the spirit of the god-moderator had come for him to imprison him, having noticed his violation of the forum's sacred laws. But in fact, it was an ordinary user, one of those very adventurers who come here. It seems he decided to exercise foresight right away, to get information before planning his next move. And that's right: it's better to know.
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