The Purple Party,For The Reconciliation Of The Infobahn And Computerized Games Over All Else

In TF2,a minor nonoffical server playing 2Fort was unearthed by me.(Or in contraiwise,in mutatis mutandis,if you will) Small,dewy and fair to middling,it didn't seem to be where Moirai would settled with dynamic arrangements.I join,and after a hour or so,my friend joined.This man,Mathatguy or MatPat,will come to be the hardest working chapter of our first cathedral.After that,and some events still unknown to me,I was preaching.Comrade,I was preaching! I was damn-well preaching,performing the conga in joy as I (not) mic spam the wonders of an,at least at the time,a silly notion for peace.But then,and still,there was one man that didn't find it silly.Not silly,not riddish or daft,but moving.This man was BullentBillGamer,the one to aid me in heavy amounts and the offical creator of the first Purple Party.He heard my talk,my sermon.But seeing is different than hearing,as he saw a dying man.Hands are just as different as eyes or ears,as he helped this dying man,helped me lived.Our preaching went onwards,to server to server,to DoubleCross to Turbine.Now,we now rust our lilac veins into Steam itself. We are many,but we aren't men of barbarism,but men of words.