... a chapter in the Legacy finally draws to a close
In December of 1996, a new being came to be. This was not an ordinary person by any means, or even real for that matter. Still, this word became known throughout the GeoCities, and often beyond there. The page has been bookmarked by hundreds of people, his e-mail scribbled down on many a loose sheet of paper lying about a cluttered computer desk. He helped found some of the greatest empires that ever exsisted on the Internet, all the while forging one for himself. This however, was not a legion of devoted cultists or lost bands of outcasts easily recruited, but instead this became the group of everyone he had touched. Few people have spent so much time helping others, and fewer still have done for free to people they'd probably never meet, but Frogurt accomplished this, and more. He led the Light Crusaders to glory, the Spork, and then SoHo, all the while preaching his wisdom, and listening to that of anyone else who would share.
-A Cloaked Figure
Surprisingly, a single page is left in the book, written by the great Sporkster himself, Frogurt. Some instantly
recall the pride that used to radiate from the prophet, the promising words of glory he so often spoke of, regardless
of what was really going on. The few who have seen him recently think of the lost soul, a once great warrior now
riddled with madness. His eyes now showing fear and confusion as opposed to joy and confidence...
When I first started chatting in SoHo, it was because of a simple
mishap that I even met her at all, all I wanted to do was to rejoin my friends of Area51 who had gone chat hopping
that night. Her charm was bewitching, her kindness astounding. I knew she was to play in important role in my life,
I still wish the fates had been more leniant in the nature of this role. I used to praise the fact I knew her at
all, now it pains me to merely be friends. Of course, Soda just happens to be the most influential of people
to distort my perception of life, and even at this point I thank her for being there when she was, and trying until
the end.
Heart breaks are something every man must live with, it seems I am only just able
to endure them. Chatting was a pleasant social retreat for me, suddenly I was popular, it seemed people liked me,
loved me, and now it seems only the former was true. Even to this day my heart still jumps at the sight of more
than a couple people's names, but I know what I expect is too much, especially in a world that doesn't exist. Hopefully
in real life my luck shall become better, this is doubtful, but I have not given up all hope.
There is more than that, as one can rarely point to one specific event. I was possibly
the most respected chatter in SoHo, and few realize how much of a burden that is. So many times have people turned
to me for advice, and I would always give it to the best of my ability, but even my abilities have their limits.
Eventually this came in quantity, to this day it seems I know more SoHoians than any other person, and that it
quite a feat for someone who does not even chat there anymore. As my life has been falling apart, I have given
less and less help to others, please believe I have not forgotten you, merely lost myself.
One thing that is almost in its phase of wellness, is the very fact of my real life.
The act of going out on the weekends is slowly finding its way into my normally bland life. Tennis and hockey games
are becoming more occurant, and in the winter I actually become quite active with skiing, skating, and whatnot.
Now, with my ever-growing part in Student Council, I actually do have other things to do. It might be nice
to do my homework as well, with my grades slipping and all. Actually, I'm writing this page as I write as essay
for Fried Green Tomatoes, and you'd be surprised at how hard it is to simulataneously write in both the
1st and 3rd persons.
You've probably noticed that besides my not being in SoHo, I also haven't been updating
my webpage as often as I had been. The largest detour to this is my recent concetration impairment. I just can't
seem to do it anymore, in the middle of heated conversations my mind blanks out, and I've in fact attempted to
finish this page on several occasions. I will being adding to the Domain, and even writing several new pages this
year, so e-mail me if you
want to be informed of these updates.
So, I write this page in hopes of conveying some sort of understanding as to my
dissappearance. It is possible I do return, although I make no promise. I only hope that you believe I have not
forgotten, what you, or anyone else in SoHo, has done for me. If you e-mail me, there's a chance I respond, but
I'm already behind by a couple dozen letters. So if you really want to hear from me, the most assured way of doing
so would be to call by phone, but ICQ and snail mail is reliable and much cheaper. Again, just e-mail me if you have any questions. So, with these final words I say goodbye
to SoHo, in hopes that I shall not be forgotten.
-Sir Frogurt of SoHo, Jedi Knight of the Light Crusaders, Prophet of the SoHoian Chapter of
Sporkism, Paladin of the Dark, and Upholder of Peace
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Farewell to SoHo |
All about the man who has come to go |
