2009 was the cruellest year, breeding forums out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring a barren wasteland of posting activity. The forums kept us warm, a bastion of refuge in forgetful snow, feeding the curious masses with a trickle of information. Summer surprised us, coming over the impassable alps of silence and fear, continuing into the garden of nothing, and went on in sunlight. The patrons drank energy drinks, and spoke of the mystery that is WALAN.

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