Rev up those hats and puzzle pieces, because this will end VERY WELL for me, I'm sure.
I have come to the danger mean people farms to share my deepest, most heartfelt vulnerable feelings about the Floraverse community, the community I have loved and trusted for over 4 years...
Ash. You and and all of your inner circle people are quivering, rotting meat-bag puss-filled whores. If they are not quivering, rotting meat-bag puss-filled whores, they are equally hypersensitive soyboys with daddy issues that need as much control over people as you do. What the fuck are you doing? I have spent hundreds of dollars to taste your pussy, to eat you out while you shove my face past your fishy essence, and it is all rancid. Your fuckin' dad raped you, and you think you're sane enough to run a NSFW community? You can't be in a room without disciplining the nearest little boy. Your space is a honeypot for horny furries, gay men, to come and hook up only to inevitably get framed and shamed as sex-pests. Why do you do that? That's really weird, why do you keep baiting people into your space so that you can frame them as sex pests and reject them? Why is that? I wonder if someone could tell me why that might be.
Your community is a dichotomy of an inner circle that gaslights its more naive, trusting people into thinking it's totally not an inner circle. You shuffle everyone in topside out over sexual drama and you lead people on into thinking you run a space that people can be even remotely intimate with each other at all. You tell people to get therapy instead of continue to engage you, because the people that have issues with you and find fault with you need to keep it to themselves and stay silent. You run a community around your emotions, the people with power and influence in your space form the basis of the community with their fucking feelings and not real logic, so you retards always win. I've been seeing it time and time and time again.
I fucking watched as you drew in sycophants like me, tore them down, all while doing the same to me. I saw how you faggots were sitting in your private channels judging Finalcord as he desperately coped in clear-watching, moping, trying not to believe that you were just done using him. When I got kicked out of Topside shortly after trying to understand the standards of you ovary-bearers, left the servers in shame and fear because I realized I was going to be the next Scarfworks, the next Ryusui, Kasran, Gooby, Finalcord etc, I left the servers in utter shame and fear for what personal information would be used against me. And then I came back like the fucking dog I was, ready to lick peanut butter off your hairy legs and graciously drink Vera's BPD bathwater in hopes that they would forgive my insolence. I, on my bruised knees begged you for clear-watching access and you blessed me with the permission, so that I may once and for all prove to be the exception of all these evidently unwell people who harass your pour victim soul. I would sit there in clear-watching, unafraid despite knowing that somewhere, in the private Stage and Audience channels, you and your goons would judge me, just rip me apart, question every word of every sentence, criticize every tear from my face. I would open myself up, willing to do as much work as I could have done upon myself, patient and always trying to be cooperative with any precious Topsider willing to grace me with their valuable "Social Literacy" so that I may once again be valuable within my community, so that perhaps I may once again be one of the big dogs. I would do it! I would have gone to hell and back for you! You were an artist of merit once, I had believed so! I knew you could be trusted, I knew the friends you trusted could be trusted!
And then you closed down the clear-watching channel. And I was doomed and dismissed from nobility. And I accepted it! Thank you, Mistress, thank you, My Queen! All of my gay horny friends and long-distance lovers of whom I have sacrificed to adhere to your sense of morality and standards, all gone, and so then gone were the Topsiders in the end. I had nobody to blame but myself. I was an immature lonely man who fell for your grift. Many people were. I watched as you sculpted your community into the awkward cult that it was in the Owel server, back in 2019 and 2020. I once again felt the shame of my being rejected and left again towards the end of that year. I struggled to find meaning as an artist, the thing I came to your community for motivation for. My heart was burdened with the drama. And then I came back again in 2021! And I was so anxious of what made me leave that I came under a different alias! But I told the mods who I was because perhaps enough time had passed, and I would be told about what a bad boy I was, so I could figure out what I had to change about myself so that I wasn't such a bad boy. That didn't happen! But thankfully, there were new "hellsiders" in Eastar that were running ROLEPLAY CAMPAIGNS. It was the most motivating and fun I had in the community ever... I managed to stay for another half year. I left again, because you would keep intervening in all the fun activities with your garbage one-sided SCENING. Planning an ACTUAL campaign only to give up on it and pretend you'd do ANYTHING with it. The people running decent campaigns, delaying them for your Fortuna event. You know what the last Fortuna event before that was? HOLD HANDS, DON'T INTERACT WITH ANYTHING, WATCH YOU SCENE, SEND VOICE CLIPS YOU MIGHT SAMPLE FOR A SONG, AND ROLL FOR A CHANCE FOR EVERYONE'S OCS INVOLVED TO INEXPLICABLY DIE. I can't even end my experience in your community on a good note with someone that isn't you, without you finding some way to horrifically cuck my soul.
The past four years have been nothing but struggling to believe that you and your friends were ever people of merit. Fuck you, fuck your vagina, fuck your emotional instability, I wish all of you people choked on dicks, your own tears, and your own period blood. I fucking hate you, Ash. You do run a fucking cult, you're a cunt, your other mods are cunts, and you can't stand to not have control over the narrative because you have fucked up in life and can't accept that people have seen that. Stop fucking using people.
