January Twenty-First Two-Thousand-Eleven. That's when I stumbled onto this site. That is when Artik, some inconsequential little joke character was applied. And now. Two years and six months have passed. When I look at this... this hull. Husk. I see the things that have happened... The things that should have happened, the things that never had the chance. Because this isn't a site anymore. It's a scar. A crater. A battlefield. But the spirit this site instilled lived on. We all moved to a new site. Shattered Hope III. Founded by moi. It never would have made it a week without Makoto, Oran, Krageta and all the others. Maneki. Keitaro. Even Alex. But it too failed. And you know what happened? We maee