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07/26/11(Tue)16:05 No.28081977>>28081836
Its a real tragedy and I cant imagine how he feels, but this.
Kim Fluttershy Dykas, you have somehow gotten it into your head that I’m your “mentor”, a role I have reluctantly filled for I do not think I am the sort of person that should be a role model. Indeed, from what I could see, my influence was corrupting you, if nothing else. The chipper and down-to-earth reviewer I’d known became bitter and resentful, a mirror image of my living lie.
Ion-Sturm should not be a template for others to fill. Not only because it’s not the true me, but also because it would only have a negative effect. I simply saw that there was a hole in the /fic/ board and infused myself into it, namely that of a hard-lining moderator who had nothing better to do than walk loudly and carry a big whip.
I am going to hand in my resignation as your teacher, but before I do, I have one more task for you.
Be Kim Dykas. Breath Kim Dykas. Live Kim Dykas.
Be the real you, not the caricature I spawned. Find your Spark.
Do this, find yourself again amidst the darkness, and you will learn that which only two others know.
Come to me, Ion-Sturm, when you have found yourself, and I shall show you the man
behind the mask.
There is nothing more to be said.
- Ion’s Storm
is perhaps placing too much time on ponychan. wheres his REAL friends to support him now? |
