Renegatus

One fear of forum life was that if you went missing no-one would know. Your post-count wouldn't increase and your "Last Online" date would stay the same; People might think you were away on holiday or had just forgotten about the place. No-one would be there to tell your internet buddies that you had passed away. The forums I visited, Gamezville, devised a simple plan to at least try and avoid this prospect. It was a forum different to many. It was the forum for an old video-games show and had plenty of people in it. The mix was so eclectic that it operated differently from other forums. Spammers came, spammers left, good turned bad, rules we

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