I actually did something that I knew no one would bare witness to.
Why have I done this? For what level of madness must I have been brought to?
As I stare into this white abyss, my words pour forth into the unknown waiting for all ears, never to be seen.
To the few who pass by, I am left confused. To those who stay, they don't exist.
Perhaps Moddb is a deeply seeded metaphor for my pitiful existence, as a member of a failure of a species on a dead planet in the endless void.
Perhaps yes, it is. Perhaps Moddb is of my own creation, my insanity seeping through.
Though the more accurate thought, from an outsider is "What the ash tray is that pretentious moron
babbling on about now?"