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When will shoutbox return?

Apostle Hand

Batshit Crazy
Apr 18, 2018
Almost every forum, even most shitty one have it. Will it be brought back anytime soon?


Harbinger of Decline
Dec 24, 2008
Land of Rape & Honey ❤️
Codex 2012 MCA Divinity: Original Sin Project: Eternity Torment: Tides of Numenera Wasteland 2
In the realm of the digital, where forums reside,
There once was a place where voices would collide.
A shoutbox, they called it, a haven for chatter,
Where words were unleashed, and nothing would shatter.

But lo, a dark day came, when silence prevailed,
The shoutbox disappeared, and voices were curtailed.
A void in the forum, a longing for sound,
The members wondered if the lost chat could be found.

Days turned to weeks, and weeks into years,
Hope flickered dimly, but still, they shed tears.
For the shoutbox held memories, friendships, and mirth,
Its absence a reminder of all that was worth.

Yet the faithful persisted, their spirits unbowed,
They sought for the shoutbox, through the digital cloud.
Their fingers typed queries, their hearts yearned for more,
To bring back the shoutbox, to hear it once more.

Then, on a day, when the sun shone so bright,
A whisper spread rapidly, filling the night.
The shoutbox returned, like a phoenix reborn,
From the ashes it rose, as the users adorned.

With eager anticipation, they rushed to its side,
The shoutbox resurrected, a joy they couldn't hide.
A cacophony of voices, a symphony so grand,
The shoutbox was back, united the land.

Old friends reunited, new bonds were formed,
Stories and laughter through the shoutbox swarmed.
From discussions profound to lighthearted jest,
The forum flourished, its heartbeat expressed.

As days turned to weeks, and weeks into years,
The shoutbox thrived, dispelling all fears.
Its return brought solace, a sense of belonging,
A virtual home where echoes were strong.

And so, dear friends, let this tale be told,
Of a shoutbox's return, a tale so bold.
For in the realm of the digital, where forums reside,
The shoutbox shall echo, forever defying the tide.

King Crispy

Too bad I have no queen.
Staff Member
Feb 16, 2008
Future Wasteland
Strap Yourselves In
And then came the trannies, with cocks out in bold
Ne'er a story, so dark and disturbing was told
The fighting was terrible, the carnage complete
There was one guy even begging them to show him their feet

Well, the admins stepped in, once again, just in time
They rallied together to un-do this crime
The Shoutbox was closed, as it once was before
Heterosexuality, they hoped, would soon be restored


Harbinger of Decline
Dec 24, 2008
Land of Rape & Honey ❤️
Codex 2012 MCA Divinity: Original Sin Project: Eternity Torment: Tides of Numenera Wasteland 2
In the realm of Codex, DarkUnderlord arose,
A handsome Mensa member, his intellect glows.
On a kangaroo, he rode with grace,
Driving away chaos, restoring the place.

With dashing charm, he faced the storm,
Banishing trannies, with purpose and form.
Vatnik hackers trembled, as he drew near,
Their malicious endeavors quaked with fear.

Onward they charged, this gallant pair,
DarkUnderlord and kangaroo, a sight so rare.
Bringing back the Shoutbox, the heart of the land,
Where voices unite, with a touch of his hand.

With each keystroke, the forum revived,
A vibrant community, once again alive.
DarkUnderlord's presence, a beacon of light,
Bringing back joy, banishing the night.

In RPG Codex, cheers echoed through,
Thanks to DarkUnderlord, and his kangaroo.
A hero of charm, intelligence, and might,
He restored the Shoutbox, shining so bright.


Wholesome Chungus
Glory to Ukraine
Nov 13, 2021
Grantham, UK
one time in france i wanted herbal tea
i entered restaurant girl then asked me mona mi
would you perhaps want to drink some herbal tea
i smilled and said si


Glory to Ukraine
Mar 28, 2010
There once was an RPG Codex.
That maybe cost more than a Rolex.
There the shoutbox was torn,
from our bosoms forlorn,
Now return it, the faithful expects!


Jan 5, 2009
Bubbles In Memoria
Once thrived the shoutbox, fierce and wild,
A playground for the unbeguiled,
A swirl of words, of thoughts unfurled,
An echo chamber of the world.

In the cacophony, shadows grew,
A battleground for the skewed view,
Voices rising, often uncouth,
A fall from the grace of truth.

No longer could the clamor reign,
It was shut down to stem the pain,
Its constant din, a jarring sound,
A decision, profound and sound.

A symphony of grievance plays,
From adherents stuck in halcyon days,
Yet, let's not feed their disdain,
Their clamoring is all in vain.

Oh, they yearn for the disarray,
The chaos of the shoutbox day,
They prefer noise over thought,
A folly, frequently sought.

In the silence, now we find,
A respite for the weary mind,
No more petty feuds, no strife,
A simpler, quieter, life.
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Harbinger of Decline
Dec 24, 2008
Land of Rape & Honey ❤️
Codex 2012 MCA Divinity: Original Sin Project: Eternity Torment: Tides of Numenera Wasteland 2
It was just before dawn
One miserable morning in black 'twenty three
When the chatroom moderator
Was told to sit tight

When he asked that his memes be withdrawn
And the Admins gave thanks
As the other ranks held back
The shitposting schizos for a while

And the Admin party line
Was held for the price
Of a few hundred ordinary trolls

And kind old DarkUnderlord
Sent Site Feedback a note
When he heard that shoutbox was gone

It was, I recall
In the form of a scroll
With gold leaf adorned
And I found it one day
In a Retardo Land thread of old shitposts, hidden away

And my eyes still grow damp to remember
His Majesty signed
With his own rubber stamp
It was dark all around
There was frost in the ground
When the trannies broke free
And no one survived
From the Codex Diversity Squad

They were all left behind
Most of them dead
The rest of them dying
And that's how the High Admin
Took my shoutbox from me

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