I am a refugee of the old OD. It was 2001. I made many friends in the OD but they are lost to the winds of time. It is bitter sweet looking back. I hope to find them again someday. Here is one of my first entries.
‘Tis a formless ill wind bringing unwanted emotions.
Aye, emotions from long ago.
The thing follows me everywhere, it is fate’s scheme to imprison me.
Life is a battle at best. And at its end none shall prevail against it.
Wherefore whence come thee from thy journey?
Better to have lived a short life as a warrior with glory and purpose than a long one imprisoned by fear and despair.
To live a mediocre life ’til death’s embrace is death nonetheless.
So this Warrior Knight chooses to die living at the speed of light.
Far better to live a Warrior’s riotous life of slings and arrows then to whimper away in a the dark.
Therefore take up thy shield and thy sword and advance to battle!
See that the purpose of battle and struggle is to feel the thrill of being triumphant!