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The Dream of Styleliga
Chapter 1 - Tales from the dawn
Styleliga was born at the beginning of the third millenium. It was created by the Blessed Two, on the green grounds of IRCnet, and a great future was proclaimed for it. It is said that only the wise and the leet dwelled there in those early days. It was a time of peace and harmony, and the hordes from the Lame channels were fended off by the mighty Ops at the Gates. New souls were admitted every now and then, after rituals set forth by the Council. But dark times was emerging from the horizon of the new age, and doubt entered the hearts of many a styler. Some faded away into irl. Some was possessed by unleet spirits and left. But a core of people with the dream still burning brightly in their hearts stood their ground.
Then came y3wbeng.
end of Chapter 1.
Chapter 2 - Early days and aspiring conflict
Until these times, the core of stylers had all agreed on any major problem. But as the y3wbeng entered, a gap was created in the core. There was two branches, one lead by mrk, protector of free speech, the other lead by Loonix, protector of leet. We learned that even amongst the ranks of our own there could be significant difference of opinion. However, in spite of these events, the spirit grew stronger. We saw past our differences, and we enjoyed the fine game of mockery and insult, much to the disappointment and anger of n00bs passing by. Frequent were the kickings and mockery of these, or each other, and at the end of the night, we were as good friends as ever. We grew on conflict, and got stronger, but somehow still, we knew that the spirit was not immortal. It required fighting. Every day. And the strength was going to be needed.....
end of Chapter 2.
Chapther 3 - a community in growth
Styleliga had learned to live as a unit, despite the small conflicts. And it kept growing, it kept getting stronger. Not always in the ways that was foreseen by the Blessed Two, as a gathering ground for participants and fans of HipHop. No, Styleliga seemed to grow on its own. Seemingly disobeying rules made for Her. One day, Lordi was given a divine task; he created a meetingplace outside of the empire, located on the vast fields of the Web. We saw that it was good, and many would consider it a home away from Home. It surely demonstrated the growth of Styleliga. Soon, a communication orb from the Web to our empire on Ircnet was crafted, which would prove to be a powerful tool. Czopolia was born through it, and many a laugh and good time was shared, due to her Drunkness. This era was no doubt a rennesaince of many a feeling from the Early Days.
end of Chapter 3.
(the storyteller (loonix) recieves these stories from the gods, and the gods are drunk, so the story might change every now and then. To be continued (when the gods lay off the bottle for a bit) |
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