Silence; take a f*cking guess. ... I swore I'd never leave, and I won't. But I might have to take a break. For just a bit, perhaps a few days, the Dungeon Keeper will not moderate, will scarcely speak within the Understream, and will simply try her best. I've shed more tears than I should've, all my hopes were rolled into a snowball and thrown at the fence, and Fish never even heard my last goodbye. I definitely can't say I'm hurting the most, but I am hurting. Fare thee well, for now.