39,372 hours as an Escapist, and alright with that.
I've been here longer than most of the people in this thread, active more or less throughout that time, with varying levels of contribution, and yet I only broke 1000 posts a few days ago. I choose my words with utmost precision and barnacles. Tasty barnacles of freedom.
Although I don't really know anyone here, not really. Wouldn't know who to contact. A few names, faded beyond recognition linger in the back of my mind, but I don't know why they'd give a shit what I had to say, or why I should give a shit what they have to say. The Escapist forums had some golden years, and may yet have more epic adventures and escapades in store, without the old names and their venerable post counts. I say we just let happen what happens organically, so to speak. Which doesn't mean I'm against dousing any of you in pesticide.
Barnacles.
Ejit: I though Pimp and NeonBob has transcended their mortal coils. It seems not. I was deceived. You know, going through the thread; more of a nostalgia trip than I expected. Turns out I remember more of how the place used to be than I thought.