Saturday, December 11, 2010

My (So-Called) _____.

Once a bustling metropolis, it is left now to the seedy pan-haldling of demons dressed in the avatars of damaged teens. All walls have been plastered with years of obscene JPG graffiti and layers of soulless inner city spambot concert posters. The virtual city is aware of what it has become and has taken a cue from the fall of Detroit before it.

My Space has razed the vacant and condemned half of it's logo before arsonists could get to it.

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