Board Thread:Off-Topic/@comment-29781728-20170112232216

Place stared at the R2D playercount. During the Christmas event, it went up for once. Now, it dropped back down to 450 on average. Atleast those poor saps were still buying gamepasses. He laughed. And when he stared at his browser which had 20 tabs full of those garbage suggestions on the wikia, he laughed harder. And he realized he couldn't stop laughing. SWAGER peeked in, expecting Place to be watching some of his hilarious videos, but then realized that he was acting depressed as usual. SWAGER went back to editing his videos and dying to Brutes. He screamed from the next room, and decided to post another SPAS-12 buff rant. "Jokingly".

In the largest room in the R2D staff house, moderators and admins were playing on their computers and consoles. Nobody was playing R2D, of course. Overwatch, Pokemon, Rocket League, and CS:GO. They conversed with each other about Place's recent mood swings and ideas. "He wants to make a farming game, because he knows that most of R2D's players love to farm!" Zilth said. "What a ridiculous thought!" Jopede took a break from making dinner and added "We work for him, so we have to follow him whatever he does, no matter how ridiculous." The rest of the team agreed, and went back to playing.

Place was listening from his room upstairs. His eyes filled with tears. His loyal moderator team. He had lost many loyal workers, but still they stayed with him, through everything. Flipping through his scrapbook filled him with emotion. The R2D halloween event, where many earned Edgar heads. When ROBLOX did a review of his game. Playing around with all of his active players. Then he began to ruffle through the list of wikia users. Krieg. He missed him. The top 5 most active. YouKnoeMe, InfiniteBread, Legofries, Pootis... then the forgotten. David, Maximight, Josuecool. The culture of the wikia. It had grown fine like wine over time. The chat, once populated daily with memes and copypastas, grew into a discord channel, which grew into memes. You could still find dozens of posts with words that had meaning to someone out there, but not to him. "4Head", "MingLee". Tears streamed freely down his face. He remembered the legacy of the original game. He remembered creating the game, piece by piece, and updating it, and watching as it all came falling down. Maybe because of his decisions, maybe because of others. It didn't matter now, did it?

As he realized all that he had created, all that he had accomplished, he sat there and thought. He decided he was going to make whatever game he wanted to. He was going to make the most wonderful game in all of existence. For.all. R2DWikia. members. The

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