Feel free to PM us your names rather than posting them publicly. Cake and I have been inviting most people, so that's probably the fastest, although 420 MuNkEy is usually around and on top of things as well.
There are a few new chats. In fact it seems things have died down or been moving rather slow as a lot of people moved on to subchats or just got bored with the place and left or quit talking. Maybe with some new people the big, old mainchat would get kicking again though. Oh well, it was inevitable.
Regardless, I'll say that skype is pretty fucking fun for communicating with random strangers on the internet.
Originally the chat was meant to be just a party. However, the party never stopped. Every day I feared the party would die. I prayed by my bed daily and I had libations for the Party God. There would be party crashers, the police would come because of a noise complaint. People did drunken backflips and died.
Now, the chat is a wasteland. Destroyed by the fallout from the partying. Some of us managed to survive by staying in bunkers, which were six feet underground and had a foot of concrete between the earth and us. We're low on water and there are only a few cans of food left. I had to eat my dog, yesterday.
I have seen what men become when they are starved. Like zombies, they will devour anything. Their eyes become hollowed abysses. It’s as if they had been crudely carved out with a knife. Inside, they are empty. Only living to feed the hunger. This unsatisfiable hunger it consumes you. There is no single thought of anything, but to feed.
All joking aside, you should join if you need someone to talk to. It may feel like you’re talking to yourself or a brick wall, but who else would listen?
I remember the sight well the first time I went back out. I looked around and saw others crawling out of their bunkers, too. There were craters everywhere and as I neared the others I could see the same shell-shocked look that I imagined was prevalent on my own face.
That night was when it really started though. We came together to take stock of what food we had left, but none of us could agree. The Council wanted it all for themselves. The Common Folk advocated free sharing. We lost a few that night.
The group has been slowly splintering under this new stress. Hopefully if more join we can kill them and eat their corpses. I would really like to not have to eat someone I've already come to know and appreciate.